Someone in the crowd shouted, and all the reporters present looked towards the lawn.
"Wow, those two bears following her are so cute and chubby. Get ready to take pictures."
Zhao Qinglan was accompanied by two bears, which were very conspicuous, so reporters saw her as soon as she appeared.
Seeing so many people gathered, Zhao Ma and the others who were following Zhao Qinglan couldn't help but exclaimed.
Zhao’s mother: “Oh my god, there are so many people.”
Zhao Qingyuan: "Yes, fortunately, we are following." Otherwise, letting his sister come over alone would be a sheep entering the tiger's mouth.
"This..."
There are indeed a lot of people.
Even Zhao Qinglan knew that someone might come. But he didn’t expect that so many people would come. This is the power of the Internet.
Forget about reporters, after all, it is their job to dig up news, but the other ones are here to join in the fun! These melon-eating people are too leisurely.
Regarding joining in the fun, history is always surprisingly similar no matter what time it is.
Seeing Zhao Qinglan coming, reporters waiting for interviews swarmed forward. In just a moment, Zhao Qinglan was crowded with people.
"Hello, may I ask, is martial arts real?"
"This kid, may I ask, do you really know how to do martial arts?"
"What do you think when the video of you saving people went viral? Now everyone says you know the legendary martial arts. Is this true or is it all just hype?"
Various questions come one after another, and the more people ask them, the louder the sound in my ears becomes.
"..." Zhao Qinglan frowned slightly. If the person standing here was really just a third-grade primary school student, he might be confused by their questions, and might even get stage fright.
However, for Zhao Qinglan, who has seen big scenes, he seems very calm when facing the camera.
Zhao Qinglan raised her hand to signal.
"Everyone, be quiet."
"Listen to me..."
It's a pity that these people still go their own way. It's as if they didn't hear Zhao Qinglan speak and went straight to her with the microphone.
With a cold face, Zhao Qinglan said in a deep voice: "Quiet."
Her voice was serious and childish, and there was also a hint of inner strength in her voice, which instantly covered the voices of everyone present.
Zhao Qinglan's voice was so penetrating that the scene suddenly became quiet. Everyone turned their attention to Zhao Qinglan.
"Since I'm standing here, I won't run away temporarily, so don't worry, you can ask whatever you want to know."
"However, for the sake of everyone's safety, I hope everyone will ask questions in order, one by one."
As he spoke, Zhao Qinglan raised his hand to signal them to move back.
"Don't get too close."
"Give a little distance."
Zhao Qinglan is eight years old and is almost 1.4 meters tall. Among her peers, she is quite tall, but she is still just a child. Standing here, she has to raise her head slightly to look at the adults.
After taking a look around, Zhao Qinglan's eyes fell on the lawn next to it. There were two round viewing stones there.
After taking a look, Zhao Qinglan walked over there until he reached the viewing stone and stood still.
Seeing her standing on the viewing stone, Ma Zhao and the others followed her silently, and then stood on the lawn to her left and right, quietly in front of the background.
After standing still, Zhao Qinglan glanced at the reporters who were following him. He stretched out his hand to indicate that they could start.