None of the videos had her own voice in them. There was only cheerful background music. The view counts were pretty average too, since they were just ordinary lifestyle videos.

So it seemed Su Xiaoxi hadn’t been trying to get famous with them in the first place. She’d simply wanted to show off her handmade crafts. She almost never replied to comments either, giving off the air of some aloof master living apart from the world.

But whether she was actually cold and distant, or just too shy to reply at all, no one could say. After skimming through her page a little, I switched to the second site in her bookmarks: Xinlang Weibo.

Luckily, the account and password were still saved. I logged into Su Xiaoxi’s Weibo from before her death with ease.

“Ah... this is pitifully little.”

She was an absurdly cute pretty girl, and she used Weibo often, yet her follower count was somehow still in the single digits. And they were all bots and ad accounts with garbled names.

My own Weibo hadn’t had many followers back then either, sure. But can some rough guy like me be compared to a cute girl? Obviously not. Someone like Su Xiaoxi really overturned my understanding of the world.

The key point was that she actually posted pretty often. Every few days, she’d make a new post. But once I clicked in and looked, I finally understood why.

She had never posted a single photo. She just kept a running diary of the important things that happened each day, along with her mood. And on top of that, she hadn’t even verified herself as a female user.

Su Xiaoxi was way too straightforward. These days, what cute girls on the internet didn’t have some special skill for showing off every last bit of their cuteness? Even then, they still might not beat the professional cutesy types and the clingy uwu girls. To really turn things around, they had to bring out actual photos.

And sometimes, even after clawing it back, they’d get crushed again by cross-dressing pros.

But for an account like Su Xiaoxi’s, with a name that didn’t sound like a cute girl’s, no photos ever posted, and boring Weibo content, any followers she had were basically bound to be bots. Not to mention she hadn’t even asked friends and family to pad her numbers with courtesy follows.

“Even though I get the reason now, it still feels so tragic.”

I looked through Su Xiaoxi’s posts a bit more. Besides recording the important things in her daily life, she’d also written about some of her troubles.

“‘I hope I can become a little stronger and stop being weak all the time.’ What? Was someone bullying Su Xiaoxi?”

That was too much. She was such an adorable little loli, and someone still bullied her? I didn’t know who it was yet, but once I found them, I was definitely going to avenge the original owner of this body.

As for wanting to be stronger or whatever—don’t worry. The current Su Xiaoxi is strong as hell!

“‘Even someone like me can do things other people can’t.’ Mm, that’s true enough. Her handmade crafts are pretty good, and she even uploads videos.”

You had to know, with Bilibili’s upload pipeline, choosing the right video format and adjusting the bitrate wasn’t easy at all. Su Xiaoxi’s videos were simple, but they were all high-frame-rate and HD, which was very viewer-friendly.

When I scrolled to the most recent Weibo post, I saw this written there: Someone said again that whenever I get bullied, all I do is run to the adults, like a middle schooler. But it wasn’t me who asked for help, it was the kind counselor... Anyway! Even without relying on Dad and Mom, I can face things bravely on my own.

“Ugh...”

That really does sound like a middle schooler! Whether it was the counselor contacting her parents for help, or just the tone of the post itself...

But from those words, I suddenly thought back to that scene on the bus. No wonder Su Xiaoxi hadn’t been sitting with her parents, and had sat next to me instead.

So that was where our fated connection had come from. This Weibo post.

I closed the page and looked toward the window, smooth as a mirror. Staring at the cute girl reflected in it, I couldn’t help falling into deep thought.

First of all, Weibo had revealed quite a bit. The most urgent issue was that someone had bullied me... no, bullied Su Xiaoxi, and they’d definitely bully me in the future too.

Because they bullied Su Xiaoxi, and from now on I am Su Xiaoxi—that logic really twists the tongue.

But I obviously wasn’t that weak middle school girl anymore. I’ve got the mindset of a grown adult. Come on, let society hit me with its best shot!

“My, Xiaoxi, when did you get back?”

“Eek!”

Social-person Su Xiaoxi let out a very social scream.

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