A trace of ridicule flashed in Li Ye's eyes, if she didn't know what Li Xiaojie was, she would really believe the content in her mouth that was even more exaggerated than the news.

But the news, the people who eat melons don't investigate whether the matter is true or not, and what they like to watch is these controversial contents.

Li Ye used his mobile phone to record a lot of Shen Qinghuan in Li Xiaojie's mouth, and after editing and processing, combined with the old photos of Shen Qinghuan killing Matt, a draft titled "The Little Witch under the Angel Face" quickly became popular all over the Internet.

Li Xiaojie thought that Li Ye's article would become popular and would have a great impact on Shen Qinghuan.

She crossed her legs and waited for Shen Qinghuan to be ruined and scolded by netizens as stinky shit.

As a result, a few hours have passed, and the click-through rate of the article has exceeded 100 million, but the following are all kinds of fancy praises.

"Oh my God, the little fairy has just finished the high school exam, and her hairstyle that kills Matt is full of fairy energy."

“AWSL。 It's been a bit of a past! Those little thugs, effortlessly, were beaten down like this. ”

"I really don't know what the point of writing this article is? Isn't it normal to fall in love? But such a good little fairy should be guarded by us! ”

......

Li Xiaojie was so angry that her face turned green.

Unable to sleep, she threw her anger on Li Ye's body, thinking that Li Ye's words were inappropriate, which led to good comments in the comment area.

Of course, she wouldn't say that she had just registered a trumpet and ran to the comment area of Li Ye's article to slander Shen Qinghuan that Shen Qinghuan was actually a bus, and she could get on it with any money.

As a result, the official Weibo of the High School attached to A posted the amount of money that Shen invested in A, and the following people who ate melons began to run over to scold Li Xiaojie's trumpet, saying that Shen Qinghuan was really white and rich and beautiful, and she was vicious, waiting for them to take Li Xiaojie. After the meat, send the blades!

Li Xiaojie was so scared that she even cut off all the nets in her home, thinking that this was the case, those who said that they wanted people. Flesh her people can not find themselves.

Li Ye was happily counting the money in her room, when the sudden interruption of the network made her heart messy.

"Xiaojie. Did you run into a router? ”

The routers are all placed in Li Xiaojie's room, and now Li Ye can't connect to the Internet, so he must have been interrupted by Li Xiaojie.

Xiaojie.

Miss!

Li Xiaojie is blindfolded, from childhood to adulthood, what she hates the most is her name!

Because of her name, she didn't know how many times she was ridiculed by the boys in the class throughout junior high school, if it weren't for her wit and becoming a so-called friend with Shen Qinghuan, she might not be able to hold it at all.

Shen Qinghuan sneezed.

She and Lu Ziheng don't know that now the Internet has hyped her up as hot as a first-line star.

Although there are also black reviews, most people will go to the black foundation, and even now Shen Qinghuan's super topic has been established.

There are even self-media arrogantly commenting on the photo of Shen Qinghuan eating barbecue with a bamboo skewer, saying that the fairy has become popular all over the Internet before it has been hacked.

"It's all my fault, I brought you here for barbecue." Lu Ziheng put away the bamboo sticks he had eaten, and said to Shen Qinghuan, who had just sneezed, "Otherwise, you won't catch a cold." ”

Shen Qinghuan shook his head, "It's not that I have a cold, it's that the black pepper on the meat skewers is too rushing, and I was choked." ”

For a moment, Lu Ziheng suddenly felt that the girl in front of him was like a seed planted in the lake of his calm heart, and then through the moonlight and the warm night breeze by the river, a lotus flower bloomed.

In this moment, he clearly heard his heart pounding into his chest. The sound of the bore.