Wei Su Yi was late, without a doubt.
The risk of this concert being canceled skyrocketed.
In fact, the fans' patience and loyalty had already been extraordinary for them to hold out this long.
Given the nature of the audience, the organizers neither dared nor wished to evacuate those who had already entered; Wei Su Yi's team did everything they could to apologize; the band and backing vocalists tried pulling a few tricks; even some of the fan group's leaders were finding ways to keep morale up.
There had been several moments when, just as Lan Qiao had imagined, the fans had nearly broken into a chorus.
Someone would strike up a tune, as if momentum were about to build, only for it to be quickly drowned out by boos from other directions, followed by even noisier shouting, cursing, and conflict.
This was rare at other singers' concerts, but Wei Su Yi's fanbase was simply that chaotic.
Because of her own complicated and delicate position, her fans were severely divided, and the older the fans were, the more pronounced that became.
Student girls like Lan Qiao and Mia were comparatively more straightforward.
Mia complained, "For this semester's social science paper, I might as well analyze Aunt Wei's fan demographics... That should be a pretty good topic."
Lan Qiao seriously warned her, "Isn't that too risky? What if the professor is from the opposing camp?"
As a Wei Su Yi fan, you had to be prepared to be surrounded by enemies on all sides—and stabbed in the back by your own people.
In that regard, they were truly far behind their idol.
The banter between the two elite Temple students became part of the noise at the concert. Yet even though the crowd was on the verge of fighting, very few