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

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

Although the other elves also woke up, they all wanted to sleep again for various reasons, after all, it was too early and there was nothing to do.

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

He saw an electric tricycle from far and near, parked at the door of Lee's Supreme Snack Bar.

It was Uncle Li who was driving, and he went to the farmers' market on the outskirts of the city to buy vegetables and meat before dawn, and now he just came back. He was wearing a thick cotton coat, knee pads at his knee joints and other places to keep warm, it must be cold to ride an electric tricycle in this weather, his eyebrows were frosty, but the corners of his eyes were full of smiles.

The body was covered with a quilt, and Uncle Li lifted the quilt and picked up bundles of fresh vegetables to move to the snack bar. Due to insufficient preparation, the ingredients that are usually left over were sold out at noon on the same day, and the couple had to unfortunately close the store early. Therefore, the number and variety of ingredients purchased by Uncle Li today are much more than before.

π click the mouse and log in to the starting point author background. It's the first thing it does when it wakes up, to see how much its collection has grown, to see what readers have to say, and that will be the motivation for it to type every day.

"Squeak!"

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

Fina, Snow Lion, Old Tea, and Pegasus looked up from their beds at the same time, thinking that something had happened, and Richard was still asleep.

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

π was the first or second time in the pet store every morning, but it always tried to be quiet, even when typing, it only tapped the keyboard and didn't disturb the sleep of the other elves, but today it rarely screamed that something unusual must have happened.

After it landed on QQ, several book friends in the book friend group sent it a private chat, which was sent in the middle of the night from the time point of view.

"Po Po, go and see your book review area, many people are posting that you are stealing numbers and swiping tickets!"

"Break, go and delete the post, new readers will believe it when they see this!"

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

π was overwhelmed by the pop-up chat boxes, and what made it even more uncomfortable was the distrust from the book friends.

"What?"

Zhang Zi'an was also stunned. No one knows better than him that it is impossible for π to do the business of stealing numbers and swiping tickets, and it even asks book friends not to send red envelopes for recommendation tickets, thinking that it is a waste of money for book friends.

He first turned around and waved his hand to the other elves to show that there was nothing wrong, then put his hand on π's shoulder, and said in a deep voice: "π, don't be in a hurry, let's see what's going on—the soldiers will block, the water will cover the earth, and there is no difficulty that cannot be solved." You've survived even the toughest times, and don't be sad about some slander that has been made out of nothing. ”

His hand could feel the tremor of π body, and he didn't know if it was shaking because of anger or sadness, or maybe both.

Perhaps it was his composure that infected it, and π pursed his lips tightly and opened the book review section.

Sure enough, as book friends said, overnight, the book review section was flooded with many posts full of vicious language.

"Can we still have a face?

"So even if you steal the number and swipe the ticket, no matter how high the ticket is, the book is too scummy, it's still useless!"

"Medicine, medicine, medicine~Cheke trouble~ or stealing the number and swiping the vote~"

"Even if you swipe the ticket, no one will read your book!"

Seeing these rumors made out of nothing, π was both sad and sad, raised his head and looked at Zhang Zi'an, his eyes were red, pointing to his chest, and shaking his head, as if to explain that he didn't do that kind of thing.

"I know, π, I know you didn't do it. He reassured it.

He frowned 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 I'll take a look." ”

Some of the comments on the posts were very ugly, and even cursed π's relatives for not dying well. Although π has no relatives, he still doesn't let π see this, just like a normal person doesn't want to step on shit.

π nodded, jumped out of his chair in a low mood, and walked into the bathroom.

Zhang Zi'an clicked on the posts one by one, and he told himself to treat them with a calm and objective attitude, but after reading the foul language line by line, he still couldn't help but feel on fire in his heart, and he couldn't wait to delete all these posts immediately. As one book friend reminded, once these posts are seen by new readers who don't know the truth, it is easy to believe them as true, and π lose potential readers.

There is a saying: everyone is gold, and the rumors are terrifying!

The vast majority of book lovers believe π, but clicking into the book review section and seeing these spam posts all over the place can be disheartening. In the past, the mainstream of the book review area was to discuss the existing elves and the elves that may appear in the future, as well as the discussion of the plot, but now these normal posts have all been squeezed into the third or fourth page, and book friends can't find them if they want to, and they may even think that these normal posts have been deleted by the 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 followed the post, asking the poster to provide evidence of account theft, but the poster never replied, just kept opening new posts, and the first few pages of the book review section were completely filled with similar posts, and the number is still growing.

Soon, he noticed a pattern - the posters were all new Level 1 accounts that had just signed up as Beginning Readers.

The starting account is hierarchical, and he remembers that Shishi is a distinguished senior VIP member, and as long as he recharges one dollar, he can become an ordinary member.

These people who slander π number theft have not even recharged a dollar, so what is the value of the stolen number? Instead of stolen their number, it is better to register a new number yourself!

Clearly, this was a premeditated and organized operation against π with the aim of discrediting π by throwing dirty water.