At ten o'clock in the morning, Shengshi Department Store in City A.

Since the opening of the door at 9 o'clock, many young girls have emerged inside and outside the mall, wearing various cheers on their heads and holding various cheers in their hands, looking forward to and excited.

Later, because there were too many people, the guardrails on the second floor were crowded with people.

Nan Yue had to go one level higher, sat on a bench next to the escalator on the third floor, looked at the huge poster hanging in the middle of the mall, and lowered his head to look at his phone.

She is turning over the various social accounts of her original body, as well as the space circle of friends and alumni circles, etc., delete those that should be deleted, and those that should be canceled will be directly deleted.

In the end, there is only one Weibo left, which is more of a headache.

Because the original body is a full star-chasing girl, it has only been opened for less than a year, and the number of Weibo has reached four figures.

Thinking that even if he treats this account as a trumpet, if it becomes popular in the future, it will be picked up, Nanyue is still patient and looks through them one by one.

The setting that she is a fan of Sheng Jingheng still needs to be retained, so it can't be deleted entirely, only some of the earlier naïve remarks need to be deleted, and a few more people will be shut down.

Delete and delete, a message push popped up.

Tong Xiaolu: You're actually promoted again!? Congratulations!

Seeing this name, some pictures flashed in Nanyue's mind, and after a pause of his fingers, he first cut to the WeChat interface and replied with two words - thank you.

Tong Xiaolu seemed to think that she would post something, but after waiting for a long time, she didn't see the follow-up, so she had to dry up and post again: Then you continue to work hard!

This time, South Vietnam simply replied with the word "good", and then, as expected, there was no new information.

Looking at the quiet mobile phone, Nan Yue's heart was surging with some unfamiliar emotions, and she pressed it down without thinking about it, and she was a little bored.

Tong Xiaolu is a classmate of the original art school, and she is the only person in the class who does not bully or isolate her.

For this reason, the original body still relied on Tong Xiaolu for a while, but later found out that Tong Xiaolu couldn't help her anything, and even consciously avoided it when her classmates bullied her, and then the next day she acted as if nothing had happened.

And Tong Xiaolu has a lot of friends, in the class, in other classes, former junior high school classmates, and so on.

can talk to the original body, but it's just because he has a soft temperament and sympathizes with the original body.

But Rao is like this, Tong Xiaolu is also the only one who sent a message to congratulate him after the successful promotion in South Vietnam.

At this moment, Nanyue suddenly understood a little bit of the original body's mood of not wanting to live.

Exiting WeChat, Nanyue lowered his eyes and continued to delete Weibo with a cold face.

After deleting almost half of the number of Weibo posts, another text message popped up, reminding her that the traffic was urgent, and she would be directly deducted if she continued to use it.

Nanyue regretted why he didn't rub the wifi in the hotel, and at the same time, he quickly turned off the traffic and returned the APP, and then breathed a sigh of relief.

Making money is already imminent.

005 was quiet for a long time, and finally couldn't help it at this moment.

[Host, how are you going to make money?] 】

[Is there anything you can't do?] Or can you help me? 】

[No, if the host needs it, you can exchange spirit stones for luck-boosting items!] 】

Luck bonus?

Nan Yue raised an eyebrow, and instead of asking how many spirit stones it needed, he asked another question.

[After the luck bonus, can I win 100% of the jackpot by buying a lottery ticket?] 】

[There will be an 80% chance of winning, regardless of size.] 】

In other words, there is a 20% chance that you will not win, and even if you do, it may be a small prize like tens or hundreds.

[Xiao Wu, next time you have something like this, don't take it out and scold it again. 】

Nan Yue casually put his mobile phone in his pocket, and when he raised his eyes, his black eyes lit up: "It's coming." ”