After Reuniting with My Aloof Movie Queen Childhood Friend - Chapter 27.3

The fans firmly believed that their idol’s inability to secure work was because he encountered terrible luck by associating with Ji Youyi. Therefore, they had been holding back a breath of fury since April, finally finding the opportunity to detonate today.

In the afternoon, as soon as the livestream guests and itinerary were announced, they immediately hired internet water armies, activated automated spam tools, and planned to launch a surprise attack during the Q&A segment.

Both inside and outside the livestream room, everyone was caught completely off guard by this incident.

The program director swiftly severed the live chat connection. Within the refreshing, macaron colored room, a black screen abruptly shattered the originally relaxed and joyful atmosphere.

The host stepped in to smooth things over, a slight stiffness in her smile. “Our viewers in the livestream room are truly passionate, they actually crashed the connection. Currently, adjusting the equipment will take a little time. Please wait a brief moment, everyone.”

Normal livestream programs would always prepare contingency plans, and this livestream was no exception. To prevent awkward situations from escalating, when things looked bleak, the host would temporarily pull out a mini-game to play with everyone.

The host cast a questioning gaze toward Ji Youyi on the sly.

Ji Youyi was smiling, her posture remaining relaxed, though her body slowly sat up straight.

“It’s fine,” Ji Youyi spoke with a smile. “Just now, I saw that quite a few comments were already asking questions. To type out such a massive block of text at the very first moment means they must have been waiting in the input box for a long time, deeply desiring to hear an answer. I’ll just answer those few.”

The host laughed loudly, waiting for instructions from the director through her earpiece.

Ji Youyi gave the host a reassuring smile, repeating with her eyes. It’s fine, truly.

Ji Youyi wasn’t angry. Quite the contrary, she felt fortunate.

She felt incredibly fortunate that this time, the person directly facing all of this was her, and not Little Ji.

It was good. It was better than leaving Little Ji to be besieged after she left one day.

The director’s team swiftly finished weighing the options, and the screen connection was restored. Within the meticulously crafted, cute dialogue boxes, what was contained were sentences filled with malice.

They did not subside because of Ji Youyi’s gentle attitude, instead, as if provoked, they began to scroll even more numerously and rapidly.

Ji Youyi sat on the sofa, her left hand resting casually on the cushion over her knees, her right hand holding the microphone, her slender back naturally straight. “Before answering these questions, I want to ask a few counter-questions first.”

“Is expressing kindness, friendliness, or appreciation an ugly thing?

“Because living is too painful and the pressure can no longer be borne, is considering giving up on life a shameful thing?

“For a person who chooses to do so to receive nothing but insults and curses, is this truly a normal thing?”

When Ji Youyi looked over the malicious comments Little Ji had received, many similar questions had arisen in her heart.

She found it incredibly absurd and laughable.

Beneath the glamorous surface of the entertainment industry lay invisible yet distinct classes.

Those at the bottom needed a convergence of talent, opportunity, and countless efforts before there was a possibility of rising. But it wasn’t as if there weren’t more convenient shortcuts.

With Little Ji’s natural endowments, finding a sugar daddy at random would have helped her clear her debts and escape that black hearted company, even though that company itself was a garbage establishment that operated like a pimping ring.

Yet she didn’t do that.

She was merely forced into silence, silently enduring everything, serving as fertilizer, seasoning, a side piece, and even a laughingstock or a target for hate, until she could no longer hold on.

Little Ji was an exceptionally good girl. Others didn’t know, but Ji Youyi knew.

She never felt there was anything embarrassing about her past. On the contrary, she was proud of her.

“Let’s talk about why someone would choose to die. Because there are no other paths left.”

“Just like in today’s live chat, when a certain side’s voice is exceptionally loud, I cannot see the expressions of the remaining people. It’s not that they aren’t speaking, but rather that even if they speak, no one can hear them.

“The public opinion field is occupied, and all exits are blocked, except for one. Except for death.

“And it must be a genuine death; otherwise, one becomes an ‘imperfect victim’ or a ‘liar,’ forced to prove themselves, and questioned just like right now. ‘I see you are clearly still alive, what are you playing the victim for?’

“When repeatedly pushed like this, a person will truly begin to consider whether to ‘use death to clarify their intent,’ because death is the only self-proof that can shut down all skepticism. But what I want to speak of next is why one must live.”

“Because that kind of self-proof holds no meaning.”

Ji Youyi’s expression turned solemn, and she looked straight into the lens, each word distinct, as if firmly delivering these words to a specific person.

“Even if this choice seemingly solves all problems, it holds absolutely no meaning.”

“What can dying bring? The self-proof is completed, and everyone finally believes that you harbored no ill intent. They discover that you merely wanted to live well.

“Thus, the whole world laments, the whole world repents, and the whole world begins to love you. But think about it carefully, do you truly need all that?”

“Death can bring you everything you couldn’t enjoy while alive, but the price is that your original and most crucial need, ‘to live well’, is forever lost.

“But what do I need the whole world’s love for? What I want is simply air that allows me to breathe freely!”

So, Little Ji.

“Do you see this paradox? That path looks so simple and so easy, but it is fake, it leads to a scam. It won’t solve any problems, it merely solves the person who needs to solve the problems.”

Ji Youyi looked toward that “window” on the wall, and through the window, she seemed to see herself at seventeen years old.

A single contract, two choices. She had also once been tempted by that seemingly easier path.

Throughout the subsequent six years, where she functioned like a machine of flesh and blood, she had no time to look back at the day she made that choice. But times had changed, and looking at the scrolling comments today, she felt certain for the first time that she had not chosen incorrectly.

On the screen, the frantic curses were still spamming:

【Such a fake person, don’t you find yourself disgusting?】

【Don’t say all those meaningless things, just tell us when you are going to die?】

【When will you go die?】

“Alright, now let me answer the very last question.”

Ji Youyi turned her head back, curling her lips into a smile toward the camera, her smile exceptionally beautiful. “The answer is. ‘I don’t know.’ Because I am busy living, so how could I have time to consider that?”