Xiao Qimo stopped what he was doing, and the satellite positioning system on the computer screen also stopped searching, and his eyes slowly shifted to the tablet next to him.

The barrage was so lively that Mo Ye, a workaholic who was extremely focused, was distracted.

The man raised his hand and put down his gold-rimmed glasses, his eyes fell tightly on the speeches of those who robbed him of his wife, and his deep dark eyes were surging.

He opened his phone nobly and calmly and flipped to his notepad.

and found a love strategy of "retreating as advance" on it.

Good.

Xiao Qimo glanced at the positioning system page, and there would be no problem for a while, so he resolutely switched the computer page to the entertainment section.

Flip to the comment area, patiently and meticulously take screenshots of each "unreasonable comment" and the account to which it belongs (forensics).

A special vibrating sound kept coming from his phone.

Three teams of lovers: [First team, have you positioned yourself?] Dude, I'm still waiting for you in the primeval forest! 】

Three teams of lovers: [One team? Don't look for a leader? 】

Three teams of lovers: [If you don't act, the leader may be eaten by the beast!] 】

Three Team Lovers: [Team One, with all due respect, you don't want to usurp the throne directly...... Right? 】

Under the perseverance of the three teams under the bombardment of information, Xiao Qimo hurriedly replied to him.

[Shut up, I'm in a hurry.] 】

The three teams who received the news were instantly well-behaved and particularly empathetic, and they could put aside the safety of him and the leader, which should be really anxious.

He hurriedly replied humbly: [Okay, okay, you are busy first. 】

Xiao Qimo's face was gloomy, and it took a while to sort out the screenshots, and he packed the screenshots with his eyes and sent them to Mo Si.

After doing this, the man returned to the state of Xiao Workaholic Qi Mo.

——

Mo Si here received a lot of screenshots very strangely, all of which were sent to him by Mo Ye.

He wondered if Mo Ye was busy with work at this time, how could he have the time to send him a message? After he clicked on the screenshot, it was a little messy.

Mo Ye is at home, is he working or chasing variety shows?

Mo Si looked at these pictures one by one, and the content of the pictures was the comments of the majority of netizens on this episode, basically about Miss Lu. He read them one by one, and the content was all positive and positive, with no negative remarks.

He was puzzled, he didn't understand much what Mo Ye meant, and hurriedly glanced at Xiao Wanli.

Xiao Yanli took out his reading glasses, held up his mobile phone and looked at it for a while, and after taking off his glasses, a pair of bright eyes saw through too much.

"Qi Mo is jealous."

"Huh?" Mo Si panicked, "Then how should I persuade Mo Ye?" No, Mo Ye should be persuaded by Miss Lu if he is jealous! ”

"yes." Xiao gradually looked at the stage, "Didn't you just ask you to send these things to Mianmian?" ”

Mo Strontium opened his mouth and gave a thumbs up after a long pause.

"Mo Ye is really wise (scheming)."

Xiao gradually left without knowing what emotion, and smiled nonchalantly.

On this side of the stage, Lu Mian's perfunctory and impatient acceptance speech made the host Yin Feng completely unable to take it, and said a few words awkwardly to end the show.

Lu Mian, just like her acceptance speech just now, turned around and was about to leave after the camera was removed.

A group of people from the think tank, centered on Dahir scientists from the Institute of Brain Science, came to the stage one after another.

Pei Wenda and Zhai Qingtong greeted them warmly.

Only Lu Mian drilled into the background with all his minds.

Dahir walked through the crowd and quickly called out to her, "Miss Lu Mian! ”

Yin Feng hurriedly hinted to Lu Mian, "This is a Dahir scientist from the Institute of Brain Science, Lu Mian, your good opportunity has come!" ”

Oh.

Lu Mian nodded, "Hello, goodbye." ”

Yin Feng: ...... I'm autistic, I'm not going to do this host, whoever likes to do it, let's do it!

Dahir smiled unmindingly and asked in not very fluent Chinese, "Miss Lu, can I delay you for three minutes and ask you a few questions?" ”

Think-tanks in the back: Mr. Dahir, you would say Chinese???

Pei Wenda and the three of them looked at each other: Mr. Dahir, she doesn't have time, we have it!!

Lu Mian raised his hand and looked at the electronic watch, there was still some time.

"Please."

"Why did Miss Lu suddenly change the title of the competition?"

Lu Mian glanced at the three losers who were dryly clubbed next to him, and said lightly: "I want to try whether my connections are hard or not." ”

Pei Wenda: You are hard! You're hard! You're the hardest in the background!

Xiang Yu: I'm sorry for myself!

Zhai Qingtong: I was wrong! I deserve it! I regret that my bowels are blue......

Dahir nodded knowingly, "Then why do you close your eyes and meditate for a few minutes every time you are competing?" Is there a particular way of thinking? ”

"Nope." Lu Mian said very bluntly: "It's just a long delay." ”

Pei Wenda: When she finished the problem, I had just finished the first step......

Xiang Yu: When she submitted her answers, I had just found an idea......

Zhai Qingtong: I, I didn't understand the question at that time......

Yin Feng came back to life, this was the most humane time he felt Lu Mian.

Thank you Ancestor Lu Mian, if you kill it every time, our episode of the show will end in about half an hour!

Dahir looked at the calm and self-contained young girl in front of him, his eyes fell on her head, and he chuckled a few times.

He was thinking that if it weren't for Lu Mian's delay, the next topic think tank might not be finished.

A brilliant brain indeed.

"Miss Lu, this is my business card. Welcome to the Institute of Brain Science! ”

Lu Mian took it, and at the same time glanced at the time, it was time for her to go.

"Thank you, goodbye."

Lu Mian neatly and decisively took the bag from the backstage, and Mo Strontium was already waiting at the door of the program team building.

"Miss Lu, I'll send you back!"

"Where's Grandpa Xiao?"

"The old lady and Mr. Meng will go together."

Lu Mian nodded, threw his backpack in the back seat of the car, and sat in the co-pilot, "Send me to school." ”

"Huh? Going to school so late? ”

"If you drive faster, we'll be there before the dormitory closes. If ......" Lu Mian's tone was calm, and his slightly raised eyebrows seemed to be a little excited.

Mo Si shuddered and immediately grabbed the steering wheel.

"Miss Lu, I can do it! I'm going to slam the wheel today! As a survivor who has ridden Miss Lu's death car, he never wants to experience Lu's driving skills in his life.

"Okay." Lu Mian was slightly disappointed.

Mo Si started the car neatly, and after driving normally, he looked at the girl in the co-pilot playing with his mobile phone and coughed.

"Miss Lu, I just sent you some screenshots, did you see them?"

"See." Lu Mian casually fiddled with his mobile phone, and the tail note went up, clear and cold: "And then?" ”

Strontium Ink Emergency Tissue Language......