Upon hearing the news, Lin Feng immediately opened Little Broken Station.
He only took one look before frowning.
"Is this... a Chen Jiang knockoff?"
Lin Xiaoman happened to be next to him and glanced over.
"What is Little Broken Station thinking?"
"Do they really think they can fight us with a bootleg Chen Jiang?"
It was no wonder Lin Xiaoman thought that way; the resemblance was uncanny.
His every word, action, frown, and smile seemed to have come from the same mold.
The only difference was that Chen Jiang’s streams were mainly about gaming, while this streamer from Little Broken Station focused on cosplay.
Watching the man on the stream interact with his fans, smiling so sweetly, Lin Xiaoman’s anger flared.
’Did he really think no one could tell he was deliberately imitating him?’
’And his fans were so strange. Could they not see how stiff his imitation was?’
True charisma radiated from within.
But if you looked closely at the man in the video, you could see he was actually very stiff.
What was even weirder was that the comment section was completely one-sided. Not a single person seemed to notice anything was wrong. They were all calling him "hubby" at the screen, looking like a bunch of lovestruck fans.
Seeing that her anger was about to make her lose all composure, Lin Feng looked at her speechlessly.
"You need to calm down. It’s obvious someone is trying to stir things up. People will notice the problem soon enough..."
Besides, this knockoff’s imitation of Chen Jiang’s way of speaking was incredibly obvious; even some of his verbal tics were nearly identical.
Even if others couldn’t see it, Chen Jiang’s fans definitely would.
Also, if Lin Feng remembered correctly, this person used to stream somewhere else.
Since he had streamed before, someone was bound to notice that his whole persona was affected and artificial, completely different from Chen Jiang’s genuine nature.
And once they figured it out, they wouldn’t stay silent.
Lin Feng was right. Soon enough, some of Chen Jiang’s fans noticed the problem and immediately posted their doubts in the streamer’s comment section.
ChenJiangIsMyLove: "Holy crap! At first, I thought this was just a good-looking male cosplayer, but after watching for a bit, I realized something’s off. By the way, streamer, isn’t it tiring to talk like that? I remember you didn’t used to talk this way, right?"
ChenJiangIsMyLove: "Also, does no one else think his style is a lot like the streamer next door, Chen Jiang? It’s a classic case of crude imitation. He didn’t capture any of Chen Jiang’s charisma and just ended up looking like a clumsy, cheap copy."
The streamer had been smiling and interacting with fans in the comments.
So, when this comment appeared, he saw it immediately.
But at a moment like this, he couldn’t pretend he hadn’t seen it, nor could he show any panic.
Otherwise, if these people got a hold of something on him, it would be all over.
"Please don’t misunderstand, my dear fan. I’m not imitating anyone. I am who I am. I just switched companies and wanted to change up my style a bit, that’s all."
"As for you saying I’m like Chen Jiang, I think it’s just a coincidence. I’ve watched his streams too, and I admire him a lot."
"And on the matter of charisma, I had no idea that was something that could be imitated. So please, watch your words."
With the streamer having said his piece, his fans couldn’t sit still either. Their god was streaming, so what were Chen Jiang’s fans doing here, trying to get attention?
And to say such nasty things, it was just too much!
Looking at their "innocent" god, they were suddenly filled with uncontrollable rage.
In the small comment section, emboldened by their anonymity, they rose up in arms and laid siege to Chen Jiang’s fan.
MyEyesAreHuge: "Oh my, who do we have here? Let me see... oh, it’s a fan of that certain Chen-surnamed influencer. Why aren’t you watching your own boy? What are you doing over here?"
LookAtMeMyGod: "What else could they be doing? Trying to get attention on Little Broken Station, of course! Seriously, why are you people everywhere? The first thing out of your mouth is ’imitation.’ Damn, did your precious Chen Jiang copyright that way of talking or something?"
Heheda: "You’re the clumsy, cheap copy! Your whole family is a clumsy, cheap copy! What proof do you have that our god is imitating your boy? He’s only been streaming for a few days, which one of your eyes saw him imitating anyone?"
LookAtMyNickname: "No, seriously, how come Chen Jiang’s fans are everywhere these past two days? Don’t you guys find yourselves annoying? Or... I get it now. Your boy put you up to this, didn’t he? He thinks our god is stealing his fans, so he’s doing this on purpose, right?"
These fans’ words weren’t any prettier.
They were even more worked up than Chen Jiang’s fans, each one firing off a paragraph, looking ready to eat them alive.
Of course, Chen Jiang’s fans weren’t pushovers either.
Anyone with eyes could see who was in the wrong, but those people were determined to play dumb, telling blatant lies, seeing nothing, and hearing nothing.
And so, Chen Jiang’s fans were thoroughly enraged.
They threw caution to the wind and launched a flame war right there in the stream chat. If others were going to curse them out, they would curse right back. In a situation like this, whoever backed down first was the one with a guilty conscience.
In an instant, the stream chat became a toxic mess.
It was even more chaotic than the stream where Lin Xiaoman had been wrongly accused.
At that moment, the man at the center of the argument, the streamer himself, let a look of pure panic spread across his face. In the blink of an eye, the rims of his eyes even turned red.
Seeing this, his fans grew even more agitated, crying out that Chen Jiang’s fans had bullied their god to tears. It was all Chen Jiang’s fans’ fault.
A fan’s actions can easily reflect back on their idol.
As the fans waged their flame war, their idols inevitably got dragged into the mud as well.
Dou Zhen told himself to stay calm. ’I’m the innocent victim here.’
He gritted his teeth, viciously pinched his own thigh, and successfully burst into tears in front of everyone in the stream.
Fat teardrops rolled down his cheeks. Combined with his current costume and his forced, melancholic air, his fans found the sight utterly heart-wrenching and pitiful, a look that could move anyone.
After such a long flame war, the stream’s moderators, who had seemed dead until now, finally appeared. They muted several of the instigators who had been the most vulgar and warned the comment section that anyone else who started trouble would be kicked out directly.
Dou Zhen felt that was about enough. He pulled out a tissue, gently dabbed at his tears, and spoke to the screen in a pitiable voice:
"Please, don’t fight because of me anymore. Since you’re arguing about my streaming style, I’ll just change it. It’s not a big deal, really. It’s nothing serious."
"Also, to Chen Jiang and his fans, I apologize on behalf of my own fans. I’m truly sorry. I’m sorry for upsetting you just now. I’m so sorry!"
As he spoke, he stood up, tears still streaming from the corners of his eyes. He bent at the waist into a full ninety-degree bow towards everyone.
He lowered his head toward the floor, and where no one could see, his face twisted for a fleeting moment.
’Chen Jiang! Just you wait. The humiliation I suffered today... one day—no, very soon—I will make you pay for it all.’
When he raised his head again, he put his pitiful expression back on, choked back a sob, and ended the stream. The instant the screen went black, his face fell.
"Are you okay?"
Bao An’s secretary walked over and asked in a low voice.
Dou Zhen rolled his eyes, grabbed a few tissues, and wiped his tears away with a blank expression. He also rubbed his thigh—he had pinched it a little too hard.
"What could possibly be wrong?"
He shot the secretary a sideways glance.
"About today’s incident, please have President Bao handle it quickly. I don’t want my next stream to be full of people who can’t help but spew filth."
Of course, he could understand having a small number of anti-fans.
Having anti-fans meant he was getting popular. These haters could contribute to his buzz and engagement.
However, he didn’t want to become famous by being infamous. Once he became truly famous, that path would cause him no small amount of trouble.
The secretary was very displeased with his attitude, but Bao An had specifically instructed her not to get into any conflicts with him during this period. Right now, Little Broken Station was relying on this man to make money.
Thinking of this, the secretary took a deep breath.
She put on a friendly smile, nodded at Dou Zhen, and then turned and left.

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