Chapter 834: Gift to my boyfriend! ~
By the time Ruan Qi and Xi Jiu returned to Yuyuan, Weibo had been paralyzed twice because of the Grammy Award nominations.
At the same time, forum websites such as Zhehu, Shuilu Forum, and Gouqu were all filled with red words, and news about Ruan Qi and the Grammy Awards was everywhere.
The marshmallows were so happy that they were in a daze, and everyone felt like they were dreaming.
Soft Baby was actually nominated for a Global Music Award!
With such amazing achievements, he is the number one singer in the Chinese music scene in the past decade!
This kind of happy event that is celebrated by everyone must be celebrated with a raffle!
Miss Qin Qingdi, the president of Ruan Qi's fan club, took the lead and directly spent 600,000 RMB with a wave of her hand.
Other high-ranking members of the fan club followed suit, sending red envelopes, lipsticks, and skin care products. One wealthy fan was even so excited that she sent out a photo of her boyfriend.
——Send it to my boyfriend! ~
The onlookers laughed uncontrollably, and reposted the Weibo post to join in the fun and congratulate Ruan Qi.
However, for every congratulatory offer, there were also those who poured cold water on the offer.
After being slapped in the face, the black fans and keyboard warriors were depressed for more than half an hour, and then they revived with full blood and fought back again.
[Haha, it's just a nomination, not a win.]
[With so many Grammy Awards big names, Ruan Qi is probably just a runner-up, right?]
[You're already participating in the lottery and forwarding the post before you even win the prize. Aren't you afraid of getting slapped in the face later?]
When Yan Jiuyuan won the Grammy Award for Best Pop Vocalist, he wasn't as flamboyant as Ruan Qi. That's too petty.
Keyboard warriors and black fans mocked Ruan Qi one after another, but they didn't expect that the former Asian superstar Yan Jiuyuan, who was inexplicably cueed, suddenly came online.
He replied directly to that comment with a message:
Yan Jiuyuan: Twenty years ago, the internet wasn't as developed. Otherwise, I would have spent a fortune buying a week-long trending search to tell the world I'd won. I'm just so petty. I'm so sorry to disappoint you. [spreading hands.jpg]
Keyboard warriors and anti-fans: "..."
The onlookers: "..."
【Sorry, I'll just smile first. 】
[As expected of a man my mother has loved for twenty years, he's still so tough! ]
What Yan Jiuyuan said is absolutely correct. Even elementary school students who get perfect scores on their exams would brag about it. Ruan Qi was nominated for a Global Music Award, so is there anything wrong with showing off a bit?
[No problem. This is a good thing. The pride of the Chinese music scene!]
"With all due respect, even if Ruan Qi didn't win the award, these two nominations alone would have kept her at the pinnacle of Chinese music. For those who criticize her, your parents might never reach Ruan Qi's level in their lifetime!"
Netizens have very sharp eyes when it comes to major issues.
Ruan Qi's Grammy nomination brought glory to her country. Even if she didn't win, at least she was the first singer in nearly a decade to go abroad.
Such an honorable thing, are those who criticize her crazy?
This time, without the fans having to do anything, passers-by spontaneously scolded those keyboard warriors.
…
Yuyuan Villa.
Ruan Qi sat on the sofa, refreshing the comments on Weibo with her fingers.
After reading the last message from netizens defending her, she breathed a sigh of relief, and the corners of her lips curled up in a happy arc.
No one hates being protected, not even the most indestructible hero.
The little girl happily took a sip of yogurt, then clicked on the Weibo homepage and typed the next line of words.
Ruanqi Ruan: Thanks for the nomination, and thanks to everyone. Regardless of the outcome, I'll keep working hard. After all, I'm still young! ~[YaYa Pen Refill.jpg]
－－－－－－Digression－－－－－－
Haters: She will definitely not win any award this year.
Ruan Xiaoqi: It doesn’t matter, I’m young.
Anti-fan: You won’t get it next year either.
Ruan Xiaoqi: It doesn’t matter, I’m young.
Anti-fan: ...I won’t be able to get it even after next year!
Ruan Xiaoqi: It doesn’t matter. In ten years, I will only be thirty years old.
Black fan: dead.
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