In the early morning, Zhang Zi'an was awakened by the sound of firecrackers in the distance again. Today is the Little New Year, and there is only about a week left before the Spring Festival. The sound of firecrackers in the remote suburbs is more intense than before.

Even humans with such a dull hearing could hear it, and of course the elves in the store were awakened. Xinghai turned over, jumped out of the crib, waved his front paws silently to Zhang Zi'an and said good morning, then opened the bedroom door and went to play with the kittens downstairs. π woke up yawning, stretched, sat in the hanging basket rattan chair for a while, and when she woke up, she jumped into the swivel chair and turned on the computer.

Although the other elves woke up, they all wanted to go back to bed for various reasons. After all, it was too early and there was nothing to do when they woke up.

Zhang Zi'an got out of bed with his clothes, walked to the window and opened the curtains, and looked out at the weather. It snowed a little more last night, and the streets were covered with silver, and the snow reflected light, making the sky brighter than usual.

He saw an electric tricycle parked from far to near and parked at the door of the Li Family Supreme Snack Shop.

The driver was Mr. Li. Before dawn, he went to the farmers' market in the suburbs to buy vegetables and meat. Now he has just returned. He is wearing a thick cotton coat, knee joints, etc. to keep warm. It must be very cold to ride an electric tricycle in this weather. Frost is hanging on his eyebrows, but the corners of his eyes are filled with smiles.

The car was covered with a quilt. Uncle Li lifted the quilt and picked up bundles of fresh vegetables to move it to the snack bar. Due to insufficient preparations, the ingredients left were sold out at noon that day, and the couple could only regretfully close the door in advance. Therefore, the ingredients purchased by Uncle Li today are much more in quantity and variety than before.

Click the mouse with a π-click to log in to the author's backstage of Qidian. This is the first thing it needs to do after getting up every day, see how much the collection has grown, and see what messages readers have left. These will become its motivation for typing every day.

"Squeak!"

It didn't know what it saw and suddenly screamed.

Fina, Snow Lion, Old Cha and Feimas looked up from the bed at the same time, thinking that something had happened, Richard was still sleeping soundly.

"What's wrong, π?" Zhang Zi'an asked hurriedly.

π is the first or second time in the pet store every morning, but I always try to keep it quiet. Even when typing, I only click the keyboard to not disturb the sleep of other elves. But today it screams rarely, something unusual must have happened.

After it logged into QQ, several book friends in the book friend group sent it a private chat, which was sent in the middle of the night in terms of time.

"Borou, go and check out your book review area. Many people are posting that you are stealing your account and buying tickets!"

"Born, go and delete the posts quickly. New readers will believe it when they see these!"

Some people also asked with a half-believing attitude: "May I ask the author, have you really stolen the account and swipe the ticket?"

π was at a loss when looking at the pop-up chat boxes, and what made it even more uncomfortable was the distrust of the book friends.

"What?"

Zhang Zian was also stunned. No one knew better than him that π was impossible to steal account tickets. It even made book friends not send red envelopes for recommendation tickets, thinking that it was a waste of book friends’ money.

He turned around and waved his hands to the other elves, indicating that nothing was wrong, then put his hand on Pi's shoulder, and said in a deep voice: "π, don't be anxious first, see what's going on, and then say that the soldiers come to block the generals, and the water comes to cover the soil. There is no difficulty that cannot be solved. You have survived the most difficult period, and don't be sad about some slander that makes things happen out of nothing."

His hands could feel the trembling of π's body, and he didn't know if it was trembling because of anger or sadness, or perhaps both.

Perhaps his calmness infected it, π pursed her lips tightly and opened the book review area.

As the book friends said, overnight, the book review area was flooded with many posts filled with vicious language.

"Can we still have some shame? Can we do something like stealing tickets?"

"So even if you steal the account and tickets, no matter how high the tickets you make, the book is too bad, it is still useless!"

"Medical medicine~Cheke is a big deal~ or the account stealing and get tickets~"

"Even if you brush up your tickets, no one will read your book!"

Seeing these rumors out of nothing, π was both sad and sad. She raised her head and looked at Zhang Zi'an. Her eyes were red, pointing to its own chest, and shook her head, as if explaining that she had not done that.

"I know, π, I know you didn't do it," he comforted it.

He frowned and looked at the posts, took the mouse from π's hand, and said to it: "π, you go wash your face first, move your body, and let me take a look."

Some posts have very bad messages and even cursed that relatives of π would not die well. Although π has no relatives, he still did not let π see these, just like a normal person doesn't want to step on shit.

π nodded, jumped off the chair in a low mood, and walked into the bathroom.

Zhang Zi'an clicked in one post after another. He told himself to treat it with a calm and objective attitude, but after reading the dirty words one by one, he still couldn't help but feel angry and wanted to delete all of these posts immediately. As a book friend reminded, once these posts are seen by new readers who don't know the truth, it is easy to believe them, causing π to lose potential readers.

There is a saying: "There are many words that are filled with gold, and the bones are destroyed, and rumors are terrifying!

Most book friends believe in π, but it would be disheartening to see these spam posts when clicking into the book review area. The mainstream of the book review area was discussing the existing elves and the possible elves in the future, as well as discussions about the plot. Now these normal posts have been squeezed to the third and fourth pages, and book friends can't find them even if they want to find them, and they may even think that these normal posts have been deleted by π.

Although the situation is urgent, Zhang Zian must first understand the situation before deciding what to do, otherwise it will only treat the symptoms but not the root cause.

Some readers spontaneously reply to posts, asking posters to provide evidence of stealing and ticket purchases, but posters never respond, but just keep opening new posts. The first few pages in the book review area are completely filled with similar posts, and they are still increasing.

Soon, he discovered a rule that all these posters were new Level 1 accounts that had just registered as Qidian readers.

Qidian account is divided into levels. He remembers that Shishi is a noble high-level VIP member, and she can become an ordinary member as long as she recharges one dollar.

These people who slandered π account stolen tickets and had not even recharged a dollar. What is the value of being stolen? Instead of trying to steal their account, it is better to register a new account yourself!

Obviously, this is a premeditated and organized action against π, with the purpose of smearing π by throwing dirty water.
Chapter completed!