"Why do you have any grudges with those players?" Ke Xiaomo asked expressionlessly.
The strange thing raised its index finger, shaking it in front of Ke Xiaomo, "There's no grudge, but that conspicuous bag has sucked away all my popularity. Alas, look at this morning's trending topics—the mass brainwashing march was all his doing."
It sighed, covering its face with a hand, and continued, "Damn it, these people. I'm supposed to be the most dazzling villain in this city. How could I let him steal my thunder?"
"So, your motive is indeed... a lack of love."
"Lack of love?" the strange thing was startled, "I never lack love. You should see how many fans I have on the internet, and many want to have my babies."
"Then their taste might be somewhat abnormal."
"Anyway, I must seriously refute... I don't lack love, wait, what are you trying to do, you crazy fan? Do you really want to monopolize your idol like this?"
