NIP Chapter 371 Flip
Chapter 371 Flip
[Ding! Deducted...]
After a series of system beeps...
boom--!
In an instant, Jiang Bai felt a cool yet heavy aura permeate his entire body.
The dance steps, which were only slightly familiar in my mind, now seemed to have been dancing in my bones for thousands of years.
His wrists became incredibly flexible, as if he could play with the gold-threaded folding fan in a dazzling display.
His steps became lighter, and with the help of his advanced dance skills, he even had the illusion that he could walk on clouds on that stage whenever he wanted.
What's even more mysterious is that aura.
It has a touch of untamed spirit amidst its classical charm, and a hint of heroic spirit hidden within its allure.
If he weren't wearing modern clothes, you'd think he was from ancient times!
Jiang Bai smiled slightly, gazing at the busy fans in the distance, and murmured:
"When night falls, I'll show you what a true 'red-clad figure' physical salvation looks like!"
"So you all won't have come for nothing!"
at the same time.
At the other end of the playground, in the temporary guest rest area.
Unlike the bustling charity stalls, this place exudes a faint scent of perfume and a kind of reserved air that comes with being part of an elite circle.
Surrounding them were professional fan groups, all dressed in matching uniforms and holding huge, high-tech LED light boards.
"Zhang Dali! The most handsome guy in the whole school! Dali has done a miracle!"
"Senior Lin, you will always be the pride of the Shanghai Theatre Academy!"
The cheers were perfectly synchronized, and the slogans were shouted even louder than during military training.
The celebrity alumni in the rest area waved elegantly to their fans, their brows furrowed with a sense of superiority, as if they were returning home in triumph.
Just then.
The celebrity alumni who returned to school also noticed the spontaneous grassroots power of Jiang Bai's fans.
A well-informed senior student from a second-tier school put away her phone, her gaze sweeping over the somewhat shabby area near the school gate, a hint of undisguised joy flashing in her eyes.
"Hey, did you guys see that?"
The senior student nudged her partner next to her.
"It looks like Jiang Baizhi will also be participating in the fundraising performance later."
"Great! Given her current ability to trend on social media, if we just appear in the same frame as her tonight, we can get a piece of the headlines tomorrow."
His partner, however, scoffed dismissively, straightened his tie, and spoke with an air of arrogance:
"Jiang Baizhi? That young girl who just became famous?"
"I just saw the support items that the group of people at the door were handing out, and they were all just cheap plastic inflatable sticks that cost only a few cents each, without even a single LED."
"Probably another one who hasn't signed with a company yet, some kind of connections who came from nowhere."
"With this kind of popularity, you don't have to worry about lowering your own value by riding on it."
In her eyes, artists without top-tier management companies or professional teams to pave the way are all categorized as grassroots nobodys.
"But I just saw that she seems to be the number one trending topic on Weibo."
The senior student muttered to herself, her face full of envy.
"So what if you're number one on Weibo... What? Number one on Weibo? Really?"
His partner instinctively scoffed, then suddenly realized something, froze, and quickly took out his phone to open Weibo.
Looking at the top trending topic on Weibo, his expression changed faster than flipping through a book.
"Holy crap! She actually made it to number one! We're definitely going to ride her coattails tonight!"
"......"
Jiang Baizhi has been noticed by more than just a few celebrity alumni.
Even the off-campus fans who followed the celebrity seniors in noticed this scene.
Several stylishly dressed girls, holding custom-made light boards worth thousands of yuan, couldn't help but cover their mouths and laugh as they passed the "Angelica Support Group" composed of elderly men, women, and students.
"Ladies, look! Whose 'antique' celebrity's fan is that?"
"This inflatable stick... I used to play with these during Children's Day in kindergarten, right?"
"Yeah, it's so tacky."
"It doesn't even have a support color; it's neither red nor green."
"Probably just some nobody who's just there to make up the numbers. Poor thing."
Although the murmurs were not loud, they sounded particularly jarring among the crowd receiving support items.
Before Bai Zhi's old fans could react, several students from the Shanghai Theatre Academy who were queuing up nearby became unhappy.
A dark-skinned guy turned around, his eyes so sharp they seemed to see right through the girls' light sticks, and gave a cold laugh:
"A nobody? Unsophisticated?"
"Don't you watch the news when you go out, or is your internet connection down at home?"
The girls were taken aback for a moment, then retorted:
"Isn't that right?"
"Who, besides an unknown newcomer, would use such cheap fan support items?"
"Oh."
The dark-skinned guy pulled out his phone and showed them everything about Jiang Baizhi, his tone full of pride that said, "My kid's done well."
"Open your eyes wide and look carefully!"
"This 'nobody' can make all the elderly people in China cry with just one song, and a single autographed photo can sell for 50,000 yuan at a charity auction on campus!"
"She also starred in director Yu Zheng's new drama 'Beauty's Rival in Palace' and played the female lead in 'The Mischievous Princess'!"
"She's the only true goddess at our Shanghai Theatre Academy right now, the apple of every boy's eye!"
"Not to mention, the number of times it's trended on social media is countless!"
"Can your senior get 1995 points?"
"How many times has your senior been trending on social media?!"
"Most importantly, she's only been in the industry for less than two months!"
The surrounding students swarmed over, frantically telling these visiting fans about Jiang Baizhi's achievements:
"Our Shanghai Theatre Academy is the headquarters of the goddess Jiang Baizhi!"
"Here, you may not know who the principal is, but you absolutely cannot fail to recognize the Goddess Bai Zhi!"
"See those old men?"
"That's a big shot in Shanghai's real estate industry. He stood there for half an hour just to get what you call a cheap inflatable stick!"
"Did you know that just a couple of days ago, Goddess Bai Zhi's fundraising efforts on campus raised nearly two million?"
"......"
With this wave of enthusiastic popular science education, the fans who had initially mocked them were dumbfounded.
They opened their phones and searched for science popularization articles by students on campus.
"Holy crap! So it was her! Empress Zhang Yan is her?!"
"Good heavens! My mom just sent me a WeChat message asking me to get Jiang Baizhi's autograph for her. Turns out, she's right here in front of me!!"
"I'm a fan now! With such stunning looks and amazing singing, I'd gladly accept even just two tree branches as a form of support!"
"......"
Less than ten minutes.
The crowd that had been peering out of the school gate, completely unaware of Angelica dahurica, suddenly experienced a massive update in their knowledge.
Even worse, some threw away their fancy light-up signs and eagerly ran to line up for the 50-cent plastic stick, shouting:
"Sir! Leave me one! I'm a new follower of the Goddess of Angelica!"
"Me too, me too!"
"Aren't you a fan of Zhang Dali? What, trying to become an undercover agent?"
"I've reformed! What undercover agent? I'm a loyal angelica root fanatic!"