Anyway.

That's too much, isn't it?

The administrator's permissions are still used after all.

Sometimes it's like this, it seems like you want to hold on to something, but for some inexplicable reason, it will always be broken. After doing it, I will try to make a reason for myself, but sometimes it is the most ridiculous thing to want to stick to.

Anyway, why do I care about these things, maybe I'm afraid of a term called "dog management".

I still couldn't stop myself, but not being able to stop myself meant a strong curiosity, and I finally found the post, the anonymous post I couldn't see, but in the deleted post, I probably found the person.

Nothing else, just filtered down by some screening criteria, I think the last few are possible.

The result is quite clear.,Although you can't see the content.,Because it's been deleted.,But the traces of being sanctioned by justice will still remain.。

Looking through the records of this time period, in fact, there is nothing to gain, but my eyes are always focused on a name, there is no reason, the main reason is that there are too few clues and I am not a detective or anything, but I always have a strange feeling.

Because of that name, it's called Chen Banwu.

After I became a manager, I have significantly more private messages than before, and although I don't really understand what the evaluation level of this value is, it is still a huge leap compared to the previous situation. It's not that there are no private messages before, but it's all system messages, and I won't go out of my way to look at them.

But it's more satisfying to look at it now.

As the passage says, those who have only one person's ID on the fan list must be something special to you.

Well, it's really special.,Official account.。

But what if there is no official account, or who else is there besides the official account?

Maybe it's really a very intriguing question, all the care is only turned into a number in the fan list, maybe you can't see the +1 moment, maybe you don't care about these, but you are still cared for, and someone cares.

I looked at the number of followers I had, and I had some sudden attention after becoming a manager, but I didn't pay attention to the numbers before I became the manager.

Is it better not to know sometimes, or is it better to know?

Anyway, it's all about wanting to know, right, if you don't want to know, even this doubt doesn't have the meaning of existence, and all the hesitation about the truth is not curiosity and longing.

I just want to know why I'm so worried, or I just want to get a positive answer.

"In?"

I seemed to be a little bit upset, and the moment I sent the message out, I chose to withdraw it.

Quiet, Li Xinmu didn't reply to me, maybe I didn't see it, but what is it for me, even if I withdraw it, I still want to reply.

Is this my greed or my insecurity?

Fortunately, under my gaze, Li Xinmu's reply gave me a sigh of relief.

Sure enough, I still want to see this kind of result, whether it is affirmed or denied, as long as I can be seen, it is a happy thing. But isn't this just what I thought, isn't this emotion made up by myself, or I just don't want to admit it?

Don't want to admit something?

"What."

"Let's keep an eye on each other."

"You're all in charge and you still lack this kind of thing?"

"Emmmm, I've got your eye on you."

If Li Xinmu remembered the number that puzzled me, she would know that I was lying at a glance now, but the result was that she didn't say it.

Did you not read it, or did you simply not remember it?

Or don't you care?

"Followed."

She sent me a screenshot of what she had followed.

I cut out and glanced at the number I had just jotted.

There is no change, and it is still unchanged after refreshing it.

Hmm!

If so, have you paid attention to it before?

Uh-huh!

If this number is refreshed in time enough, then I should be right. I don't know why I'm a little superstitious about this idea, but it's very

It is also clear that this may just be a matter of data updating.

But—

Whatever.

"Uh-huh"

I pressed out the reply with some relaxation.

But there is still some work to be done.

"I'll go to the student union first, and I'll meet later."

Although I won't be able to see it later, but does what I see on the Internet count? It's still not easy to say, virtual interface, but why is it that the text, although it is only composed of lines, or the orderly arrangement of pixels, is really so intimate?

I don't know.

It's just that I'm knocking on the door of the study hall now, and I've always wondered how the student council room looks so exquisite, and this is probably the most elaborately decorated room on this floor.

The carefully painted mahogany door looks weighty, but when you knock on it, the sound is too light.

And no one opened the door from the inside, and it looked as if I had been released from the pigeons. I was called over, but no one answered my knock on the door, and there was no explanation.

I don't think so.

But it didn't take long for me to learn about people's efforts.

Fang Rong ran from the other end of the corridor panting, she was small in stature but had developed well in some places, and I felt a little worried. Will she fall suddenly, or should I help her if she falls?

Well, she came running a little crookedly, which struck me as a little dangerous.

The hallway wasn't very long, but I don't know what floor she climbed up from, and I don't know how fast it took, so I just wondered if she was working too hard. Soon she was running up to me, one hand on her chest and the other against the wall.

If you're really tired, don't be in such a hurry.

I was just going to say that, come on.

But she immediately raised her head, still panting as she tried to open the door to the student union.

I can't say that this is very exciting.

"Yes, in the North Building."

emmmm

What do you mean? Is it in the North Building?

"I, I'm here to be on duty in the student union, Lu Yu, you, North Building, Hu ······"

"Ahem, okay. Anyway, why don't you send a message? ”

"Huh?"

Didn't you think of it?

Fang Rong made a sound of sudden realization, but now she was panting a little like she had a sudden hiccup.

But somehow it's kind of cute.

North Building?

When I arrived at the same spot in the North Building, I felt a little bit wrong.

Conference room, well, if I'm not mistaken.

All I know is the number, and even though it's not my first time in the room, it's still a bit difficult for me to remember the number.

Although I remembered it as soon as I gave me a hint, the moment I stepped through the door of the North Building, I still thought about it.

"It's finally here."

It was Senior Gu Jun of the second grade who opened the door, and I had a premonition when I stood in this room and knocked on the door.

"Ah, I'm sorry."

I felt like I should say something about my tardiness.

It's just—

- There's no one here! So they're all late!

Is it really good to be so casual?