These past few days.
Ding Ling had firmly occupied the headlines across all major platforms.
Especially with the arrival of Park Yong-in, Oshima Kenji, Tanaka Rihei, and the others, the buzz had grown even hotter.
All of them had arrived with their own teams.
Some bloggers and related platforms looking to ride the wave had begun interviewing them.
Park Yong-in:
"If you ask me what I think about the upcoming match, I can only say..."
He made a provocative gesture at the camera, his tone contemptuous and arrogant:
"Ding Ling is destined to lose!!"
The moment those words came out, the scene erupted.
Some citizens cursed him out. Most of them liked Ding Ling very much—some for his looks and physique, some for his graceful and unrestrained Kung Fu Hustle, and some for his calm composure...
Others hurried to film Park Yong-in's words and expression. They were the sort who loved watching a spectacle and never minded making things worse.
Of course, there were a thousand faces for a thousand people.
People had different personalities and different values, so their reactions naturally varied as well.
But those looking to ride the wave had basically spread Park Yong-in's words and that face of his across the internet at the first opportunity, stirring up a huge storm!
Especially afterward.
Once the statements from Oshima Kenji and Tanaka Rihei were circulated as well, online discussion became even more heated:
"WC! These two little island devils are so arrogant. They make me want to reach through my phone screen and tear them apart!"
"Same here. At a time like this, as an ordinary passerby, I sincerely hope Ding Ling can win. Do these little island devils really think we're still the Middle Kingdom people who let them swagger around as they pleased?"
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