Don't Mess with the Girl with Candy novel Chapter 367

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Juniper sat on the sofa, shelling pistachios while scrolling through the online comments. The more she read, the angrier she got.

“Idiots!” she muttered under her breath.

“No swearing,” Shanley said, walking over with a glass of lemonade. He gently patted her head. “Don’t take what those people say to heart.”

Juniper didn’t respond, just shoved her phone in his face.

[Old man!]

[Old geezer!]

[Old fossil!]

The screen was filled with variations of “old,” each one striking a nerve with Shanley. Okay, they definitely deserved to be cursed at!

“Any account that used the word ‘old,’ disable all of them,” Shanley ordered into his phone, his face cold. “Do you hear me? All. Of. Them!”

Juniper blinked. So much for not taking it to heart.

...

On Sunday, at three in the afternoon, the 10th Global Music Awards officially began.

For the first time ever, Jimmie’s studio broadcast the event live, and a massive wave of fans and curious onlookers flooded the stream.

—What’s going on? Weren’t the rumors that this MV was poorly made and had little chance of winning? Why are they livestreaming? Aren’t they afraid of being humiliated!

—@Jimmie’s Studio, you have time to stream but not to clarify the rumors?

The next second, the user who sent that last message received a notification about violating community guidelines. Her account… had been banned.

As the comments in the livestream grew increasingly vile, Jimmie’s studio posted a message: [Regarding the online rumors, Mr. Tate will address them personally.]

This announcement caused an immediate uproar. People speculated that Jimmie would either confirm the relationship or deny it. Given the situation, it seemed most likely that he would confirm it. After all, he’d been the target of clout-chasing starlets before and had always ignored them. This time, not only was his studio livestreaming the event, but he was also going to address the issue personally. It had to be love.

Some pundits even predicted that Mr. Tate’s career would plummet after he announced his relationship. His rivals were probably already popping champagne.

An idol blinded by love? Jimmie’s fans were losing their minds.

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On the other side of the city, Juniper woke up from her nap and lazily opened her phone. There was still some time before Jimmie’s award category was announced.

Bored, she planned to open Twitter to pass the time. She had to admit, this generation of netizens was creative—their insults were never repetitive. She’d learned quite a few new things these past few days, and her verbal sparring skills had leveled up dramatically.