Chapter 162: A Counter Slash!
Chapter 162: Counterstrike!
Imagine being at Andy Lau’s live concert, everyone enjoying themselves, when suddenly a group of Jacky Cheung’s fans shout loudly, “Jacky, I love you! You’re the best!”
What would Andy Lau be thinking?
This isn’t just a slap in the face; it’s a deliberate humiliation.
Everyone lives by their reputation. For these stars, they may endure grievances in private, but no matter what, they must always maintain their dignity.
Such an incident would inevitably be spread by the media.
In fact, many have already thought up headlines for the reports:
“Butterfly Group Concert Disrupted by T4 Fans, Who Shout Support Slogans on the Spot—”
“T4 Sabotages the Show, Butterfly Group Embarrassed—”
“T4 vs. Butterfly Escalates into Public Feud, Both Sides Tear Each Other Apart—”
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This group had purchased seats in the first few rows along the left wall, numbering about twenty or thirty.
They didn’t just chant slogans; they also held up shiny signs supporting T4.
“T4 T4, the most beautiful pose.”
“T4, you’re the best.”
Clearly, they had come with a plan to cause trouble.
Their presence was especially conspicuous. A mere glance toward the audience easily singled them out.
The fans of Butterfly were outraged.
They had come to support the Butterfly Group, yet here were T4 fans ruining the event.
What? Is no one going to stand up for Butterfly?
“Damn it! Brothers, take them down! These worthless scum—”
“Kick out those brainless T4 fans! Kick them out!”
“Beat them to a pulp! If you come, don’t expect to leave!”
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Some of the more impulsive fans had already risen from their seats, charging toward the front rows where the T4 fans sat.
The security guards finally found their purpose, forming a human barricade at the left corner to prevent the fans from reaching the T4 group.
Chaos reigned, and a brawl seemed imminent.
“Oh no, Xiao Susu, what are we going to do now? What are we going to do?” A-Ken paced backstage, nervously rubbing his hands together. “How could this happen? How could this happen?”
Bai Su also looked anxious. “Tang Chong must not do anything rash. If he fights here—this could ruin everything.”
“Exactly,” A-Ken agreed. “This is a trap. They want to lure Xiaoxin in—so cruel. Oh, my liver hurts from anger. How can there be such hateful people in this world?”
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“Let Zhang Ben handle this. She can fix it,” Bai Su said. She knew that although Zhang Ben appeared innocent, anyone who tried to bully her wouldn’t find it easy.
“Okay, but I worry about Ben—”
Bai Su sighed. She feared Zhang Ben might just watch the drama unfold.
If Zhang Ben stayed silent and Lin Huiyin didn’t speak up, then ultimately Tang Chong would have to step in.
Tang Chong’s style was bold and fiery. Once he acted, things would escalate without limit.
“May the Bodhisattvas and Buddhas watch over him,” Bai Su murmured in her heart. They could only pray Tang Chong would keep his composure.
Tang Chong frowned, realizing he had to speak to calm the fans. Otherwise, if his fans really attacked the T4 fans, Butterfly’s reputation would suffer even more—and the police might come calling.
“Please don’t lose your temper. Return to your seats and think carefully—are you sure you want to get angry at a bunch of idiots?” Tang Chong said, lowering his voice. Although he had some experience from a past New Year’s gala performance, back then he was just one among many performers, not the main act bearing so much pressure.
Today, he was the absolute star, one of the top three leads.
Hearing Tang Chong call these people “idiots” stunned some, but many cheered and applauded loudly.
It was the first time anyone had heard a star insult the crowd live at a concert.
Some entertainment reporters were already typing news reports on their phones.
“Tang Xin, well said! Curse those scum!”
“Exactly! They’re all idiots. We shouldn’t stoop to their level.”
“A dog bites a man, should we bite back?”
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Seeing that he had captured everyone’s attention with his opening words, the hardcore fans who wanted to rush forward calmed down, and Tang Chong felt a slight relief.
He deliberately lowered his voice further, using a voice processor to create a distinctive style.
“You’re the real idiots. Your whole family is idiots.”
“Look at these artists’ character—calling others idiots right away. Who would like such trash?”
“Exactly. Anyone who likes trash is trash themselves.”
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The T4 fans, unwilling to be insulted, shouted abuse back at Tang Chong.
Tang Chong laughed, saying, “If you’re not idiots, then what are you? Brain-dead? Otherwise, how could you not even know whose concert this is?”
The crowd applauded again, feeling that Tang Chong’s words were satisfying.
“I really find it strange. Among your twenty or thirty people, is there not a single person who graduated from elementary school? If even one of you had, you should recognize the giant poster outside Huanglong Gymnasium saying ‘Butterfly—Let Dreams Fly.’ You’d know you came to the wrong venue, took the wrong seat. But shockingly, none of you recognized those words. How worrying it is to have fans like you. If T4 knew their fans were this clueless, they’d be so upset they wouldn’t eat for days—would lose weight and their chests would shrink.”
This was a direct hit.
Not only mocking them as idiots, but accusing them of being completely illiterate, unable to read a single big character.
The kind of fans you have reflects the kind of idol you get. T4’s fans are illiterates; how good could T4 be?
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Did these people accept such scorn and attack?
“No, you don’t know how to read! I graduated from Ming University!”
“Exactly. I went to Harvard!”
“My dad’s a teacher!”
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“Oh? So you’ve all had such high-level education,” Tang Chong said with feigned enlightenment. “Then why are you sitting at our concert? Why are you shouting support for T4? Could it be that you came here just to cause trouble?”
“We were originally Butterfly fans. We just think your singing is terrible. So now we’ve decided to support T4,” a crew-cut guy shouted loudly. Without a megaphone, his voice carried well, and many around could hear him.
“What kind of low intelligence does it take to say something like that?” Tang Chong laughed. “You’re my fans, coincidentally sitting together? Coincidentally think our concert sucks? Coincidentally prepared slogans and flashing signs supporting T4? Do you think anyone here would believe that?”
“No way,” Butterfly fans shouted.
“There’s a phrase—‘virtue and art in harmony’—meaning virtue always comes before talent. If a person’s character is bad, no matter how good their singing, the audience won’t remember them. We don’t think T4’s style is bad; everyone has their own path. We wish T4 lasting success—we welcome rivals like them and accept their challenge. I thought our competition was on stage, and the prize was the audience’s applause. But they use such low tactics—it’s truly disappointing.”
“Exactly,” Zhang Ben took over, her face stern. “They’ll never understand that by sending people to disrupt our concert, they’ve ruined their own reputation for life. Such a simple math problem—how could T4 not figure it out?”
Zhang Ben raised her arm and shouted, “They don’t deserve to be our rivals. We no longer consider them opponents.”
A roar erupted from the crowd, their spirits ignited by Zhang Ben’s words. They thundered applause for the proud, beautiful, and pure Butterfly Group.
“Ignore their existence,” Zhang Ben said loudly. “If they want to stay, let them listen to real music. If they want to leave, we won’t withhold applause. Now, everyone, wave your arms with us—join us together. ‘Butterfly,’ for everyone!”
A mighty shout rose again.
The music began. The three Butterfly members sang “Butterfly,” and the audience sang along passionately.
Because of T4’s despicable behavior, fans who had merely liked Butterfly before were now fiercely loyal.
From tonight on, they were die-hard Butterfly fans.
To show T4 what real music was and to demonstrate the strength and power of Butterfly’s fans, they sang with all their might, pouring their hearts out, hoarse with passion.
For a time, “Butterfly” echoed throughout Huanglong Gymnasium.
Watching this live on the computer, Guo Yunzong’s face darkened. He slammed the button on his pager, shouting, “Jin Ling, come in.”
His beautiful secretary sauntered in, smiling coquettishly. “Mr. Guo, what are your orders?”
Smack—
Guo Yunzong slapped her across the face, yelling, “Are you out of your mind? Sending a few idiots to pretend to be T4 fans and disrupt Butterfly’s concert? You’re shaming us all!”
Jin Ling was stunned. After a long moment, holding her cheek, she cried, “Mr. Guo, I never told anyone to pretend to be T4 fans to cause trouble at Butterfly’s concert.”
“You didn’t?” Guo Yunzong gasped, his expression turning extremely strange.
(PS: Tianya’s classmate really is a sentimental lady—just a bit of rain outside can spark a wave of donations...)