Looking at the locked post, Jiang Cheng's eyes widened and he was completely blindfolded. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

I thought that the level of "my territory and I am the most beautiful" online combat was strong, and I wanted to see the ultimate lore of a group of keyboard warriors, but the result was ...... That's it?

What kind of combat power is this?!

Jiang Cheng hurriedly clicked on the most beautiful information in my territory, the information is confidential, but it is certain that this person is definitely not the administrator.

It's not an administrator, it's an iron relationship with an administrator.

After re-reading the blocked post, Jiang Cheng found out that it was the ID of "Venus with Arms" that locked this post, Jiang Cheng is no stranger, he is the administrator of this page, but it doesn't seem to have been an administrator for a long time.

In this section, there are not many daily attacks on some plastic surgery centers, but apart from swearing, no posts have been locked.

This post is locked, and the last "My territory, I'm the most beautiful" post looks majestic, bunkered, and if you don't look carefully, you think that after a sentence, no one dares to respond.

Those who want to fight back with the post,But the members who don't know where to start quit,Began to open new posts,Attacking "My territory, I'm in charge"At the same time,Began to question "Venus with arms"This is an abuse of private power,Obviously helping "My territory, I'm in charge" clamoring to complain to the chief moderator.

"Venus with arms" is really fierce, such a post came out of one, was deleted one, and finally posted very arrogantly and said: "Complain to the complaint page, if you want to complain, just complain, just complain, this is not a complaint page, any post that does not meet this layout will be deleted, if you continue to post, the light one will be banned for a month, and the heavy one will directly block the IP address!"

As soon as this post came out, many members immediately went to the complaint page to complain to the general moderator "the artist holds a knife in his left hand", but in this page, they all stopped.

This is someone's territory, and the administrator has the supreme right, and it is a matter of minutes to block them.

In the previous posts, the most attacking Jiang Cheng were the staff from other plastic surgery hospitals and beauty centers, these people did not dare to risk being blocked, and they also had to mingle with their faces on the forum, advertise, and attract customers who intended to do plastic surgery.

"How is it? This combat power, you don't have to say it, do you? Say it out loud to Miss Ben!"

Jiang Cheng received a private message of "My territory is the most beautiful", and the latter was triumphant.

"That's called combat effectiveness, uh...... I thought you were going to use one hundred to kill those keyboard warriors with real strength. ”

Jiang Cheng responded with an expression full of black lines.

"Why isn't this called combat effectiveness?Isn't it my ability to lock the post for me by the administrator?tsk...... They were so angry that they glared dryly, and they probably wanted to smash the computer...... It's not called combat effectiveness?"

"Okay, your logic, I'm speechless, you're amazing......"

When the time came to get on the plane, Jiang Cheng didn't want to waste time, so he said casually.

"Then keep your promise. ”

I am the most beautiful in my place.

"Young Master Ben's name is ......"

When the time came to get on the machine, because Jiangcheng did not renew it in advance, the computer automatically shut down, and the screen became pitch black.

Just in response to the private message, it was obviously unnecessary to extend the time, Jiang Cheng decisively packed up his things and left the Internet café.

Getting on the bus, it didn't take long for Jiang Cheng to return to the rental house.

Along the way, Jiang Cheng was reflecting on the fact that there were too many things recently, and he relied too much on the ability of magical green light to exchange knowledge.

In the future, he will spend more time on studying, and I hope that the announcement of "the artist holds a knife in his left hand" will finally become a reality, and he must become one of the first lucky people to obtain those qualifications as soon as possible and become a plastic surgeon who can enter the operating room.

"It's easy to destroy a physiognomy, but it's not so easy to reshape a physiognomy, counting on other doctors, no matter how high the skill is, but they don't have the same understanding of physiognomy as I do. ”

Jiang Cheng thought secretly.

Back at the rental house, Jiang Cheng began to make a study plan for himself, and then nailed the study plan to the wall facing his desk, and drew a big scalpel on it, reminding him to work hard to become the chief surgeon.

Late at night, Jiang Cheng closed the book, and after a simple wash, he climbed into bed and fell asleep.

In the dream, the huge green light cluster was still rotating rapidly, swaying green nebulae, but those nebulae were no longer the same as before, just after they were swayed, they were absorbed by the surrounding nothingness, but drifted into the nothingness, and the originally black nothingness was reflected by the green light, which looked like a cosmic star map...... In the green light cluster, the huge eyes became clearer and clearer......

Early in the morning, Jiang Cheng, as usual, got up early in the morning, had breakfast, and carried a few terms and words in the field of plastic surgery on the way to Jinjiang Park on the way to Jinjiang Park quickly.

He has made up his mind and worked hard to improve himself in all aspects, not counting the American knife language, Jiang Cheng is still thinking about finding a good Gaoli language study class and learning Gaoli language well.

After all, it is an indisputable fact that the plastic surgery technology in Gaoli is the strongest in Gaoli country, and the plastic surgery industry is the fastest and most mature in the industry.

Among Jiangcheng's classmates, many of them have already started learning Gaoli language, but Jiangcheng is shy and even struggles with normal tuition, let alone applying for other classes......

"Early in the morning, I heard you muttering endlessly, chanting scriptures?"

Jiangcheng entered Jinjiang Park not far away, Mu Qiushui followed with a light trot behind, the white practice uniform made Mu Qiushui running clean like a floating white cloud, swaying in the back of the black ponytail, illuminated in the morning light, bathed in golden light, her presence, so that the beauty around the park are eclipsed.

"What kind of chanting? I memorize words. ”

Jiang Cheng turned his head to look at Mu Qiushui, rolled his eyes and said.

"People say that foreign monks can recite scriptures, but you, a local god, have started to recite foreign scriptures?" Mu Qiushui looked at Jiang Cheng with a dissatisfied expression on his face, and couldn't help but smile.

"Eh, I said senior sister, have you noticed that you have been very poor lately?" Jiang Cheng said narrowly.

Mu Qiushui was stunned, it seemed that this was really the case, when she was at home, her mother said a few times, "Why are you so poor now?"

At that time, she didn't take it seriously, but when she heard Jiang Cheng say it, she reacted, and said with a pretty face: "Isn't that bad by you?!"

"Hahaha......" Jiang Cheng laughed, quickened his pace, pulled away from Mu Qiushui to a safe distance, and turned around and said, "Such a good habit must be maintained!"

"You kid is itching today!"

Mu Qiushui also sped up his pace and chased Jiangcheng.

"It's nice to be young......"

"Yes, look at that pair, the golden boy and girl who are alive and well......"

Not far away, a few old people who were exercising in the morning looked at Jiang Cheng and Mu Qiushui, who were chasing back and forth, and sighed again and again......

Jiang Cheng's living habits are getting better and better, he insists on completing the study plan every day, and he has also watched a few Gaoli language classes, comparing them with each other, and has a choice in his heart, so he is waiting to pay the money and start the class.

But what should come will come, and Sunday has come.