Quick Transmigration: Male God Please Spoil Lighter

Shi Yiran has never had the habit of going online, so he doesn't know the vigorous ridicule on the Internet.

He didn't know that his vest had been exploded by Shi Fei long ago, he just received a few calls when he woke up in the morning.

Those calls were made by his cooperators, and his paintings were always provided to them for sale, and then the money was called to him.

Those cooperators didn't have any tacts, just saying that the cooperation after that was gone, without any reason, without any warning, they seemed to have made an appointment, and unilaterally announced the termination of cooperation with him.

How clever Shi Yiran is, how could he not know the weirdness of it.

He turned on the phone and browsed the news casually, only to realize that all the news on the Internet was his news.

His affairs, from childhood to adulthood, were just disclosed on the Internet, without the slightest privacy.

Shi Yiran also saw several so-called "informers" saying something in the know.

Those words are purely fictitious, but most people on the Internet don't think about the authenticity of those words at all. They only know that the genius painter King is a severely depressed patient.

They only need to know this, because it can satisfy a certain kind of vanity.

[Look, although the king is a genius, he has depression, that is, the disease that can commit suicide at every turn. I don't know how many times he committed suicide. Although I am an ordinary person, I am physically and mentally healthy, and I simply don't know how it is better than that king. 】

Some people say that there is a saying that is still very good, and geniuses are generally lunatics.

In the beginning, it was obviously only a topic caused by depression, but later they began to call King a lunatic, a lunatic who could not be tolerated in the world.

When Shi Fei saw those comments on the Internet, he smiled triumphantly at the corner of his mouth.

This drama has just begun.

Shi's father doesn't know how to surf the Internet, so he doesn't know the various myths on the Internet, but even if he knows it, he probably won't care.

All he cares about is money.

Shu Xiaomeng looked at Shi Yiran, who was playing with his mobile phone for the first time, with curiosity in his eyes.

Shi Yiran was still expressionless, she couldn't infer anything from his facial expressions at all.

After watching the news for a while, Shi Yiran wanted to turn off the phone.

At this time, his phone suddenly went black.

After two seconds, a line of black characters flashed on the phone.

[I can help you solve those things on the Internet. 】

The simple words contained countless meanings, and Shi Yiran was taken aback, but his face was still expressionless on the surface.

After that, a few more lines flashed on the screen.

[I know you have doubts, why should I help you. 】

[Don't worry, I have absolutely no heart to hurt you, if I have to say a reason, then I am bored. 】

Shi Yiran didn't speak, but looked straight at the phone screen.

The light reflected from the phone was reflected on his face, and his long eyelashes cast a shadow on the eyelids.

Shi Yiran blinked, moved his fingers, and said nothing.

After a few seconds, another line of words appeared on the screen.

[Five minutes later, you will watch the news again. 】

After that, the phone screen went dark again, and when it was lit again, it had already returned to normal.