Zhao Xiaodao: Lu Ge, Wan Jie, Ying Jie, Qing Yan, you guys were way too cool! Zhao Wenyu: Lu Ge is mighty! Wan Jie is mighty! Zhang Weili: That was dazzling! Huang Xiumin: You really know how to play it wild, huh?
Deng Paopao: Wan Jie, would you be interested in making a cameo in my new movie?
Li Ying: I'm dying of envy! I want to join the Hanfu Circle too—I'll be hanging with you from now on! If it had just been the Hanfu Circle staking out its own little patch and holding an event for its own amusement, it wouldn't have made even a splash. There were far too many events like that all over the country, especially in Lu Zheng's hometown, where you could run into young ladies in hanfu just by taking the subway.
But once the Kimono Circle came looking for trouble, the topic immediately took off. What was more, this had been deliberate on the Kimono Circle's part. They had deliberately stirred up the buzz, bought online shills, and started livestreams, all to suppress Hua Country's culture and crush the Hanfu Circle in terms of art and ability.
Then, while the matter was trending, with dozens or even hundreds of livestream rooms broadcasting the developments in real time, the topic at peak heat, and the Kimono Circle legally and reasonably bullying the Hanfu Circle as the Japan-worshippers strutted at the height of their arrogance, Lu Zheng and the other three descended from nowhere.
All those viewers who had been so furious they were swearing up a storm yet helpless to do anything witnessed music, dance, sword dance, and painting so stirring it shook the heart.
And so, the buzz naturally exploded—far more explosively than the Kimono Circle's mastermind had anticipated. Only, the outcome