Amid a burst of enthusiastic applause from the audience, the streetlights around the field lit up, signaling that the final performance of this year's Hanfu Club had come to an end.
Since Luo Ye and Su Baizhou were facing the audience, neither of them saw the words displayed on the huge screen behind them.
Seeing how enthusiastic the audience was, Luo Ye simply assumed that the Hanfu Club's performance had been wonderful and won everyone's approval.
However, aside from the thunderous applause, strange voices rose from below the stage.
"Kill Fallen Leaf, steal the senior!"
"Kill Fallen Leaf, steal the senior!"
"Kill the senior, steal Fallen Leaf!"
"Kill the senior, steal Fallen Leaf!"
As the chants continued, they gradually got led astray by the other voices.
Hearing those completely backwards chants, Su Baizhou revealed an incomparably beautiful smile onstage.
Luo Ye, meanwhile, widened his eyes and stared at the people shouting slogans in disbelief.
Then he picked up the microphone and said stubbornly to the crowd below, "My readers are all..."
He had originally wanted to criticize them, but then he remembered that his readers were the ones putting food on his table, so he felt that would be inappropriate.
After a brief pause, he calmed down and said softly, "You're right. Kill the senior, steal Fallen Leaf."
The moment he said that—
The crowd below fell silent.
You really dared to say it.
Even An Zi beside him wore a look of utter disbelief.
Saying something like that... were his knees itching again? He could wait until he got home and kneel on a keyboard.
Although the performance had ended, the audience on the field had yet to disperse.
Looking closely, the densely packed crowd below had grown from the original two hundred people to at least five hundred,