Fu Yunhe multitasked, chopsticks in one hand, constantly turning the crispy pork strips, while his eyes remained fixed on the comment section, watching the stream of comments.
Equally attentive was Nian Shutong, who hadn't expected a single poem to blow up like this.
The live show now had about nine million viewers, inching ever closer to the ten million mark.
And nearly a third of them had changed their names.
All related to poetry, with all sorts of random combinations, as if competing for the best-looking name.
[I didn't expect to find so many like-minded people here, this Earth Bar is amazing!]
[Not bad at all, although I didn't understand it, that's precisely what's impressive.]
[Ha Ha Ha Ha! Is the person above being real? I also don't quite get it, but I just feel like my blood is pumping, making me want to fight!]
[Me too! Me too! My claws are out! I just want to go to a small battlefield and have a fight.]
