[Wake up! You’re the newest generation educated for nine years under the compulsory education system and schooled in Marxism, not some brainless fools!]
However, comments like these were quickly drowned in the onslaught of requests for "flipping the cards," not making even a ripple.
And they finally realized how weak their power was in front of this crowd; the comments they made felt like throwing stones into the sea, with the surface remaining calm and without a wave.
Black fans were suddenly terrified!
They were all just not normal.
You guys are truly poisonous!
The black fans thought about leaving the live stream, however...
The next second, Tang Shu clicked on three names in a row.
"This dot dot dot, a question mark, and an exclamation point, umm—let’s say these are the last three."
With that, all fifty drawing spots were filled.
Maybe... we should stick around a bit longer?
Send the shipping address to him in a private message!
They wanted to see what kind of prizes had everyone going crazy, knowing full well some messy fan merchandise wouldn’t cut it with them.
They’d for sure come back to report back; they’d see if they couldn’t take him down!
The live stream entered its second segment—crafting small porcelain bottles and painting and coloring them.
When the small tools for making porcelain bottles were layed out on the desk, the black fans were still scornful.
However, as Tang Shu explained and demonstrated, quite a few quietly opened the sharing bike app in the bottom right corner and silently made a payment.
"It’s actually kind of fun, huh? Maybe... I should try buying one?"
"If this guy can make such a good-looking small porcelain bottle, I’m sure I can too!"
"Got it all down; it’s pretty simple. I can even try something more difficult."
"Hmm... I’ll make one myself, and once I’m done, I’ll post a photo on the Gib & Take Weibo, to show him there’s nothing challenging about this, right, just like that!"
Backstage, the orders for porcelain-making tools were quietly increasing...
Half an hour later, all fifty small porcelain bottles were finished. When another batch of white small porcelain bottles fresh out of the kiln was displayed in front of the audience, Tang Shu had already mixed more than a dozen unusual watercolor shades.
The challengers became excited.
"What is he going to do?!"
"He’s going to paint, he’s starting to paint!"
"Although it’s not the Chinese painting series that’s part of the competition, painting on the narrow surface of the bottle is even more difficult. I want to see if he’s really got the skills!"
"Brothers, sisters, perk up, everybody!"
Art students got thrilled; real fans and casual bystanders alike were stirred up, and some art students watching the live stream in their dorms called over their friends, pulling in everyone from the surrounding bunks.
The online viewer count once again started rising.
The six programmers in the live stream’s backend exchanged glances, their faces on the verge of collapse.
"Why is it increasing this fiercely?!"
"This isn’t scientific!"
"Haven’t you realized yet? This guy has never had anything to do with science, not one bit!"
"Fourteen million now, oh my god, please don’t increase anymore ahhh!"
Is it really that exciting?
In the live stream, Tang Shu held a white bottle that was previously baked with his left hand while his right hand held a brush, delicately tracing designs on it.
"Plum Blossom, emanating pride amidst the snow, symbolizing a noble and lofty character, meaning ’pride,’ when depicting a chilly plum blossom the strokes must be decisive..."
On the small surface of the bottle, a vivid plum blossom bloomed in winter was soon portrayed. Just when the audience was expressing their admiration, Tang Shu swiftly completed three or four more on various parts of the bottle.
As each chilly plum blossom burst forth, the branches and leaves that held their beauty gradually took form, once again drawing exclamations of amazement from many of the old fans in the comment section.