Fei Yang was upset.
Don't I have a reputation to uphold?
It didn't matter much if Chen Zhiyu was labelled as the Perennial Runner-up, after all, his rival was Xian Yu.
But things were different for him. He was the King of Singing, and one who was at the peak of his popularity, no less!
The King of Singing should not be disgraced!
... Oops, sorry, wrong set.
Anyway, Fei Yang was angry.
The assistant next to him obviously knew what had happened online.
He kept it from Fei Yang fearing it would upset him. Now that it was impossible to hide the situation, he could only attempt to console him by saying,
"Brother Fei, you don't need to take the netizens' silly memes too seriously. Today's youngsters just enjoy playing these games. They mean no harm."
"Uh-huh."
Fei Yang said, "Last time, I didn't care even when an internet troll cursed me at a concert. Why should I hold a grudge against these netizens who are just joking around?"
"An internet troll?"
