"Not fully understanding the situation, I will not comnt. I’m not anyone’s fan, but it’s really too much for so people’s fans to criticize a girl like that."
"To the person above claiming not to be a fan, please change your profile picture of your master before pretending to be a righteous bystander. Damn, such fan behavior reflects their idol, making great tea!"
The comnts section was full of argunts and insults.
Both sides were fiercely debating.
But many of the lon munching crowd were not concerned about the fan disputes. They were all captivated by the girl with downcast eyes, her raven-black eyelashes lowered, an impressive aura around her, who was patiently working on restoring the cultural relics in front of the cara.
Nathalie Quinlan had been keeping a low profile earlier, trying to avoid overshadowing others, diligently fulfilling the role Joseph er assigned her as the smiling background panel in the script.
Although she didn’t manage to smile the entire ti, she at least stood there responsibly as the background as required.
Now that she was focusing on restoring the chis, she no longer bothered to deliberately restrain her aura.
As soon as her aura was released.
Felice Owen, who was acting as much as she could beside her, couldn’t capture any attention despite her expressions.
Almost everyone’s eyes were on the girl, as the ancient chis gradually returned to their original state in her hands as if given life.
Even the people arguing in the comnts decreased.
A single phrase dominated the screen.
[YYDS]
Nathalie Quinlan, God Forever!
...
At this mont, in Beijing.
Amadeus Yancey was still inside The Ninth Institute, just coming out of Master Cadmus’s laboratory.
"Amadeus." Alfred Garland was waiting outside, watching the live broadcast on his phone. As he saw the man co out of the lab, he imdiately put away his phone and approached.
"Hmm." Amadeus Yancey massaged his temples, seemingly quite fatigued. He caught a glimpse of him watching the broadcast and slightly raised his chin, asking, "How is it going in McKinney?"
Alfred Garland knew well he was asking about Ms. Quinlan and imdiately said, "Ms. Quinlan is restoring a cultural relic."
"?" Amadeus Yancey furrowed his brows, reaching out to him, "Let see your phone."
Alfred Garland imdiately handed his phone to him, thoughtfully opening the live broadcast page he hadn’t closed earlier.
Amadeus Yancey glanced and saw the person focused intently with bowed head visible under the cara.
It was Nathalie Quinlan.
His brows instantly relaxed, and the fatigue on his body seed to vanish, his shoulders eased.
At this mont, Alfred Garland, who had been following Nathalie Quinlan’s variety show live broadcast, softly explained beside him, "Originally, it was a program introducing traditional musical instrunts, the chis. Midway, a female guest broke one of the chis. After that, instead of accepting the mistake, her fans went online to distort the facts. Currently, many of her fans are trying to drag Ms. Quinlan into it on Twitter."
Amadeus Yancey turned his head, his sharp and discerning eyes gazing at him, raising an eyebrow slightly as if indicating for him to continue.
Alfred Garland pursed his lips, "They said Ms. Quinlan doesn’t possess the qualifications of a cultural relic restorer, and recklessly taking the initiative to restore the relic could make things worse if she fails."
Amadeus Yancey exuded an aura like the pines amidst snow, outstanding and exceptional.
Upon hearing this, he didn’t show much emotional fluctuation, rely glanced at Alfred Garland, his voice low and steady, "Continue."
"They’re also claiming that their ’precious goose’ made a careless mistake, whereas Ms. Quinlan did it deliberately. Comparing the two, obviously Ms. Quinlan seems worse."
At this point, Alfred Garland, a grown man, was sowhat indignant, clenching his teeth as he defended Nathalie Quinlan, "This issue clearly lies with that little star. That little star broke the relic, yet their fans spun it online, pinning all the bla on Ms. Quinlan instead!"
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