Ye Wan: "Are Letian's fans that easy to hoodwink?"
Xia Weiyang: "Yeah, with this level of performance, how did they climb to Letian's top rankings and become one of the leading broadcasters?"
Meowmeow chan: "Crazy blinking eyes.jpg, so it's not that we're too strong, but that the opponents are too weak, right?"
Qin Zhiyi: "If we lose later, they won't start crying and begging for comfort, will they?"
The other three: "..."
After finishing a section of the song, Jiang Xintian had a sinking feeling when she looked up.
Ye Wan and the others all seemed distracted.
As if their singing and dancing weren't interesting enough to hold their attention.
And the comments flooding the screen were almost all from their own fans.
Some were praising Da Ke and Xiaoke for their handsome instrument playing.
Others were complimenting her sweetness and Ruan Mengran's beauty.
Without even mentioning IDs, the content of those comments was the type she saw on an everyday basis.
