Sister Luo heard these three words and covered her face again.
Oh my god, it’s them!
These people could be said to be Tang Shu’s oldest fans, several netizens from "Happy Sunday."
And they are rational fans to boot!
These kinds of people are even harder to manage than other fans because their opinions override any other objective factors.
Although they didn’t have any ill intentions, simply wanting to know if there was anything Tang Shu couldn’t deal with, in such a situation, poor handling could still damage the artist’s image.
Now, Tang Shu must be panicking, right?
Sister Luo had already taken a small step forward with her right foot, her eyes firmly fixed on Tang Shu on the stage, ready to step in and take over the mess if she looked their way.
Tang Shu narrowed her eyes slightly and stared at the group for a long while, matching the people with the messages online.
"I can perform acupuncture, sure, but which of you is sick?"
"Exercising is for strengthening the body and better protecting ourselves, as for somersaults... I prefer something more practical. Who wants to come up and give it a try?"
The previously clamoring admins suddenly became silent as a crow, sparrow, without, sound!
"Pffhahahahaha—ouch, I’m dying of laughter hhhhhhh~~~"
"The merciless domination of a high IQ scholar, I can feel it!!!!"
"emmmmmm, who would’ve thought, the admins that boss around all day, you guys have today too?"
"That’ll teach you all for always yelling slogans about making the uncle collapse, and now the uncle hasn’t collapsed, it’s you who have completely collapsed, hahahahaha!"
"So satisfying, utterly satisfying! The uncle did great! Those admins needed to be put in their place!"
"Uncle, I Keep reading on NovelHub - where stories come alive!’
"We’re actually fighting among ourselves???"
"Aren’t these people supposed to be on our side? Why are they turning around and mocking us for collapsing???"
"What’s going on with the folks in the group? How come they’ve turned traitor?"
"This is serious, the uncle is still the uncle, we were thinking of seeing the uncle make a fool of himself, why did it end with us being the fools?"
"Sigh, another failed mission, but it has strengthened my resolve to see the uncle collapse one day!"
The group, filled with righteous indignation, secretly planned to find another opportunity.
Tang Shu, with a smile still lingering on her face, watched them warmly, her voice reaching every corner of the conference room through the microphone.
"Do you still want to watch?"
"No need, we believe in the uncle, the uncle can do anything!"
"Right, right, the uncle can do anything! Let acupuncture and physical prowess be left for those in need!"
As a joke, who would want to try acupuncture if they weren’t sick? And who would be so itchy to go up and get beaten?
They immediately became well-behaved.
On this side, Sister Luo breathed a sigh of relief, her anxious heart settling back down.
Next to her, Shen Yan was even more excited, joining the other fans in The Scream.
"Ooooooh~~~ Uncle is mighty, 666 indeed——"
"Crush them! Teach those who strut around all day!!!"
Tang Shu saw the group had stopped their antics and withdrew her gaze, picking up the prepared poster and various gifts on the side.
"These are a few small gifts prepared for everyone. Today, let’s forgo formalities, and we’ll decide who gets the gifts through conversation with the lads and ladies."