"Let's just leave it at that; no need to bring it up again," said Li Changlin, not wanting to be too hard on his little fan.
With a wave of his hand, he sat down beside Qian Ziwei, alongside Zhou Ziyu.
Now that the matter was out in the open, Zhou Ziyu's mood had improved. With about half an hour to go before the finals started, he pulled out his phone and logged into Li Changlin's live stream.
"Yo, Zhou Ziyu, you're here!" chimed one viewer, "Since you snatched Changlin's couplet, shouldn't you make a gesture?"
"Yeah, that was a crystallization of the bros' collective wisdom!"
"It's a pity, though, that Brother Changlin ended up not using the couplet we all came up with."
"How can this be right? The two remaining couplets don't seem to have any meaningful allusions behind them!"
"Seriously, Brother Changlin is awesome for even coming up with those kinds of references—I'm totally blown away!"
"Who would've thought Brother Changlin could craft such brilliant couplets!"
