Chapter 883 This Master Is Indeed Me

Not to mention the marketing account and passers-by, even Su Cha himself was a little dumbfounded when he saw the news.

Just based on a screenshot of her hand, can she be sure that it is her?

Oh, it’s not called judgment, but the fans even [You see the curvature of the subtle bones of the hands are exactly the same, isn’t it very similar? ] Having said it all, doesn't it mean that she thinks so in her heart, is this person Su Cha?

The rest of the fans are dubious, but there are not a few who agree.

In the eyes of others, it is indeed... like a mentally retarded person.

I can't even say words like this with my hands.

Others didn't know, but Su Cha knew that it was definitely her, so she sighed a little. It turns out that the fans' saying that even an idol turns into ashes knows this sentence is really not just a casual talk?

Then why do fans find excuses to refuse to recognize certain celebrities when they have accidents?

Of course, these are two completely different concepts. Su Cha carefully looked at the comparison pictures cut out by fans, or maybe he has this kind of awareness himself. Su Cha really... looks more and more similar.

When she was on the show, she was coded, her voice changed, and only one pair of hands was recorded by the camera. She was placed on her knees, wearing a long skirt, and she looked well-behaved, which is very in line with what people think of a master Every lady's fantasy.

The long skirt was a certain brand of haute couture, and Su Cha's heart skipped a beat, remembering that luckily she hadn't worn this skirt on other occasions.

Otherwise, it will not be exposed every minute.

After all, the hands are too much, and it's impossible to conclude anything based on this alone. When Su Cha was watching on Weibo, Tan Jinsui suddenly walked over: "What's going on in your fan's mind?"

He was also holding his mobile phone, frowning slightly, apparently knowing what was going on on Weibo: "Find us something to do during Chinese New Year."

When he saw Su Cha's screen, he was also watching the news, "So you already know."

"ah……"

Su Cha nodded: "I just saw it too."

Tan Jinsui clicked his tongue: "Although I usually don't care much about your fans, there are some things that need to be prioritized. The New Year's Eve is the time when everyone complains about the Spring Festival Gala. Your fans are here now, just for you Recruit black, I don't want you to be put on a hat with a face as big as a basin in the future."

Su Cha paused and did not speak.

Tan Jinsui went on to say: "I'll let the navy end later, and cover up this topic, and let Fu Mo say hello to your fan group, and don't talk about such nonsense in the future, even if it's just a joke." Where the fans are concentrated, there are many sunspots and marketing accounts.”

After that, he seemed to sigh: "Hands are quite similar to yours, but they are all white and slender. What kind of brain circuit is your fan? Is that person your black fan?"

"I really love fans..."

Su Cha silently added a sentence, Tan Jinsui sneered, and squinted at her: "You are already so black, you really love fans, most of them are mixed in by other families, don't worry, it will pass soon, these are all black fans Routine, deliberately create some funny topics to get you into public opinion disputes, and lower the public's impression of you."

"But……"

Su Cha showed a troubled expression, and Tan Jinsui frowned: "What?"

Then he saw the little villain showing an innocent smile: "But she was right, this master...is indeed me."

Tan Jinsui: "..."