I Really Didn't Insult Anyone
(Daily life, romance, lighthearted, making money, single heroine) Reporter: “How would you describe Bai Renzong?” Bai Renzong’s fan: “He’s a well-known creator on D-Station, the top streamer on Cat House Live, a world-famous gourmet, a walking traffic magnet, meticulous in logic, fair in his reviews, and always gentle and refined.” Celebrities, game studios, and restaurant owners who’ve been reviewed by Bai Renzong: “He’s notorious for his sharp tongue!” “People actually have to queue up and pay to be criticized by him!” Han Jiayi: “He gave a low score to the game I invested in, trashed the movie I starred in, and even left a bad review for my restaurant! Bai Renzong, I won’t let you off for the rest of my life!” Bai Renzong sighed toward the sky: “I swear I wasn’t being harsh!” Everything began on the day Bai Renzong downloaded the “Super Connoisseur” app. Completing daily check-ins and challenge tasks rewarded him with extra popularity for his reviews? Achieving challenge milestones even granted him golden skills like “Divine Tongue,” “Attribute Glasses,” and “Lightning Reflexes”? From today, it’s time to become a creator!
I Really Didn't Insult Anyone
On the night of July 26, 2019, in Beichang City.
Bai Renzong sat before his computer, the screen casting a faint reflection of his face—sharp brows, bright eyes, and a high, straight nose. His features were undeniably handsome, though his expression at that moment, absorbed in gaming, appeared somewhat vacant. His frame was slightly thin, and deep shadows under his eyes betrayed the toll of countless late nights.
He was deeply engrossed in conquering a game called "Blasphemy," yet his character kept dying, again and again, during the parkour sequences.
Bai Renzong's breathing grew heavier, the murderous intent on his face intensifying with each failure.
Finally, he managed a series of difficult maneuvers and was about to claim his final reward when his phone vibrated. He glanced at it, noticing a notification confirming the installation of a certain app.
In that brief moment of distraction, his character slipped off the platform and was impaled by a trap. Now he faced a ten-minute corpse run and the prospect of repeating the entire acrobatic sequence.
“Damn it! What a garbage game!” he shouted, slamming his hand on the desk as he glared at the screen. “What kind of trash judgment is this? I was clearly on the platform!”
The midsummer heat in Beichang was already sweltering at thirty-seven or thirty-eight degrees, and his frustration with the game only made his head feel hotter.
He stood up, took several deep breaths in an attempt to calm himself, but the more he thought about it, the angrier he became. Sleep
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