[Exactly, the host just finished, what’s the rush!]
[Doesn’t this thing still have to be uploaded to the official website? I’ve just strategized, don’t you guys lie to me!]
[Are you backing down already?! My eyes are blinded; at least hang in there a bit longer!]
You guys , what’s the fun for us black fans to keep cursing?
Can you give us some face!
[Wasn’t it you jumping up and down just now, saying a painting from start to finish takes many days to complete? You made me join in the bashing!]
Little did I know, the alliance had betrayed him behind his back!
The netizens are right, you jump-starters, that’s not playing by the rules of martial arts!
The black fans feel aggrieved, and the old fans are also dumbfounded.
[To be honest, as an old fan, I’m also shocked, I knew Uncle She was up to something, but I didn’t expect it to be this huge.]
[My heart’s racing, my hands are trembling, this face-slapping feels a bit too quick——]
[No mistake, it’s got rhythm!]
[Uncle She just... WTF! Only fifteen minutes?!]
That’s right, just fifteen minutes!
It’s only 10:45 now, truly just a mere fifteen minutes.
So many people said before that traditional painting couldn’t be done haphazardly, that it required a long time to conceptualize, and now just as many faces are burning hot.
Swollen from the slapping.
The Challengers suddenly fell silent, black fans suddenly didn’t feel as enthusiastic in their cursing, while the old fans were still reeling from the shock.
[Damn, so you’re saying Uncle just silenced a group of Challengers who spent a whole month preparing for the competition, with just fifteen minutes?]
[Uncle? emmmmm, the guy above, you’re losing your bottom line.]
[What bottom line, what’s the time for a bottom line now?! Uncle 666!]
[Fifteen minutes VS a month, utter victory!]
[One person VS a hundred Challengers, an even more complete victory!]
When the last comment was posted, the old fans thought there would be many people coming out to refute it, as the challenge works had not yet been judged by referees, and the outcome was not yet decided. However...
No one came forward with even a comma.
The old fans were then even more unrestrained, showering gifts from the skies, leaving fireworks scattered on the ground.
[I freaking knew it! No way Uncle, such a fierce person, could lose!]
In the live stream, Tang Shu caught sight of that comment and instantly felt unhappy.
When was she ever fierce?
She was quite calm, accepting the challenge when asked, painting as requested, what more did they want?
How can you say such blatant lies with your eyes open???
Tang Shu was very angry, her left hand pinched a corner of the Spring Charm Painting and pulled it directly out of the camera’s view, then a new piece of rice paper was spread out on the now empty desk.
And her right hand, once again picked up the brush, dipping it into the black ink from the inkstone in the upper right corner.
The comment section started flooding with question marks again.
[Hey, what’s she doing now?]
[Uncle She abuses once and it’s not enough; is he going for a second round?]
[Holy sh*t! He’s totally gone mad!]
[He must be out of his mind, someone come and pin him down!!!]
[Typical Uncle She, not lifting a finger unless necessary, but when he does, he presses people to death. Suddenly reminded of that pitiable host, Kitty.]
They knew this scene all too well.
Although the old fans were excitedly jumping around, their eyes were shining as they looked at the screen.