At first, only a small number of people participated in the argunt.
But later, more and more people got involved.
However, this was different from the many fla wars of the past. This ti, one group of "cultured" fans had run into another.
When cultured people argued, they never stooped to profanity.
But their words still stung enough to make one’s heart ache. The words of the cultured cut the deepest.
And so, the argunt escalated again. It went from reasoned debates within Jiang Jiujiu’s community to trading barbs on their personal terminals, and finally, to pushing the topic onto the trending charts.
Jiang Qiuqiu’s and Xiong Xin’s teams quickly beca aware of the situation and issued a joint statent.
Xiong Xin posted an article expressing his admiration for Jiang Qiuqiu’s culinary skills, stating that he was greatly looking forward to facing her in the competition.
Jiang Qiuqiu also reposted his update, comnting: "Looking forward to the match~"
Normally, since both strears had already made peace and offered an explanation, the matter should have ended there.
But Jiang Qiuqiu’s and Xiong Xin’s fans refused. ’After all the insults we’ve traded, are we supposed to just stop? Does that make the conflict disappear? We might as well fire back one more ti!’
"Yoyoyo, getting angry because you’re embarrassed? Wasn’t I telling the truth?"
"You guys are dreaming if you think she’ll get first place. Do you even know who our Xiong Xin is? So what if she’s a Spirit Healing Master? Has she been officially recognized? Can her talent even compare to Xiong Xin’s?"
"You say she’ll win? That’s just wishful thinking. So what if she gets second place? So what if she has a perfect winning streak? Don’t you realize so people have perfect records simply because they haven’t faced any truly strong opponents?"
"You’re right. So what about a perfect record? It just ans *you* haven’t been matched with a tougher opponent yet."
"Oh-ho-ho, CLUCK CLUCK. Who are you calling a tough opponent? That big bucket of yours? You’re killing ."
"So what if she’s a ’big bucket’? Do you know how many people that bucket has caught? You say you’re stronger than us? Your viewership numbers have been going downhill for years. Now, take a look at ours!"
The soaring curve, an arc that never dipped, was like an arrow chasing the sun—
From the perspective of fan growth, Jiang Qiuqiu had indeed far surpassed Xiong Xin.
When this data was thrown out, it left the other side’s fans speechless for a mont. But soon, they launched a counterattack.
"Your fan growth? What kind of fans are you even gaining? And what kind are *we* gaining? Do you even know what ’prestige’ is?"
After typing this, one of Xiong Xin’s most active, die-hard fans on the front lines posted a pile of screenshots.
They were mostly from previous years when Xiong Xin had participated in the annual competition, showing the encouragent and support he had received from various figures across interstellar society. The number of people in the screenshots was staggering.
There were young Federation councilors, brilliant young scientists, exceptional university students, and nurous famous alumni from the Federal Military Academy. Even more impressively, there were several generals who had retired from the battlefield.
Each and every one of them was a dazzling star in the firmant.
"Look at the kind of people who follow our strear, and then take a look at the quality of your fans, hm?"
On top of that, she also posted a screenshot of her own personal terminal certification.
—Daughter of a certain ducal aristocratic family in the Federation.
A high-society debutante from a top-tier family, completely untouchable by ordinary people.
"If it weren’t for my dear Xin, you people would probably go your entire lives without the chance to even speak to ."
"And so cook who just wields a spatula thinks she can win?"
"Low-class fans of a low-class strear. Go on and dream."
After posting this tirade, the Xiong Xin fan closed the comnts on her personal Star Network page.
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