Quick Transmigration System: Male God, Come Here

He Nanxi looked up abruptly. He saw Bai Weiwei holding a mic, one hand on her hip and one foot on the speaker.

Like an adorable shrew.

Onstage she spat, “You listen to the news and you think you’re a judge. What did my brother get caught doing that gave you the right to scold him? Was it murder or arson?”

“He’s doing drugs……”

One man roared from below.

Bai Weiwei immediately turned her head, her eyes incredibly cold, “Who told you that he was on drugs? The police, or did you see it yourself?”

This couldn’t be refuted. After all, they read this black material on the internet, someone says others repeat, confirming the black.

I have seen it, ah.

Bai Weiwei pushed her long hair to the side of her chest, where was the hot and sultry appearance from before?

She was like a mother hen who became aggressive while guarding a chick.

“You guys say he does drugs, so he does drugs, ah? You work harder than the police, is that it? You guys say he bullies others, so he bullies others? Was he bullying at your doorstep?”

“One after another with a pig’s brain. No, pigs have a higher IQ than you. You believe whatever people say?”

“Wouldn’t I know who my brother is? He is kind hearted, even reluctant to trample on ants. How can such a child bully people.”

“To put it bluntly, you are envious of the rich, you saw his family fall and one by one rushed up to kick him while he’s down.”

With the microphone in Bai Weiwei’s hand, her shouts could be heard clearly for dozens of meters around.

“An eighteen year old baby, fighting to create and perform music for the fans, to the point of getting ulcers.”

“When he makes money he doesn’t pack up young models or buy yachts. He donates to Build Hope Primary Schools and the Disability Foundation.”

“Don’t stir up gossip and don’t accuse people. Because of the spit sprayed by your group, the country’s best chance to earn glory in the International Music Awards is gone, aren’t you ashamed?”

He Nanxi turned his head and stared blankly at her.

Her face was sweaty under the lights and her cheap cosmetics were beginning to run.

The black eyeliner was melting, her lipstick wasn’t as moist or red as it was previously.

But her eyes were clear and her thin body rushed to the front of the stage.

To protect him.

To defend him.

He Nanxi struggled to blink, his eyes were a little sour.

He didn’t know what emotions were in his heart. It seemed he was waiting for this moment, waiting for a long time.

Every time someone scolded him, he hoped someone would stand by his side against the world.

Give him a fair word.

【Ding, the male lead’s favorability is at 10.】

Bai Weiwei alone sprayed everyone with dog blood. The system couldn’t help but remind, “Several people’s emotions are ready to burst. If you don’t leave, someone will hit you.”

Shouting in the mic while trying to look cool left Bai Weiwei a bit stiff.

Looking down, every face in the crowd had very ugly expressions.

She said very calmly, “Therefore, be kind people so the world is peaceful. Thank you for listening, then let’s meet again next time.”

With that, Bai Weiwei threw the mic in her hand.

Then turned to check on He Nanxi. She held his hand without hesitation and pulled him to run while he was still in a daze.

The mob behind them was incensed.

All the chairs, cups and wine bottles were hurled at them.

Bai Weiwei grabbed He Nanxi to escape, opened the back exit and rushed out.

It led to an alley behind the bar.

Unlike the door in front of the bar, there was just one lonely streetlight to accompany them.

Bai Weiwei breathed a sigh of relief, she was covered in sweat and appeared tired.

“It’s all right, Nanxi.”

He Nanxi heard her soft voice, with a few traces of laughter.