Chapter 125: The Power of Networks Is Immeasurable Data

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"Pepper on toilet paper, cola with mustard, beer with soap!"

"Dead cat, dead mouse, dead Xiaoqiang!"

"Write his mobile phone number on the wall of the public toilet, refer to other advertisements, or put it on the marriage website, and bombard him with a quasi-phone call!"

"Let him fall in love with himself, and then dump him mercilessly, and let him live in your shadow for the rest of his life!"

"Holy! The girl upstairs is ruthless! I can't kill you, I'm willing to bow down! ”

"Landlord, the last one, the last one is awesome! Fairy operation! ”

"Yes, yes, raise your claws in favor!"

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Bo Shanshan scanned the posts back and forth.

Then a trumpet was registered.

On their school's intranet, an announcement was made.

#εεΉ΄δΈ“δΈšε›’ι˜Ÿ, writing love letters, review letters, and various apology letters. Good quality, low price, fast delivery, need private chat, contact information: **********#

Later, she directly remarked Chu Yi's phone.

Bo Shanshan knew that such a post, once discovered, would definitely be deleted.

So, she saw that after the delivery was successful.

I quickly switched to my own large size, saved the screenshot as soon as possible, and put it in the group of my class.

If there is anything in the world that spreads the fastest.

Then it must be the speed of gossip.

The classmates in the class quickly spread to the department.

This line was passed on to the department of the future male friend.

The future boyfriend was passed to the spare tire of the school next door.

The spare tire sent it to the nearest suitor.

The suitor sent him a confidante again!

Lan Yan's confidante sent it to her male girlfriend again!

One pass ten, ten pass hundred.

The power of the web is immeasurable data.

Soon, this post became popular all over the universities of Huaxia Kingdom.

"Wow, I just saw it on the intranet forum of X, is it really fake?"

"! Write love letters! Is it tear-jerking? Is it sweet and warm? The writing is smooth, are there any typos? In vain, I have been single for 20 years, and it turns out that there is no such a professional team! ”

"Is this dude here to be funny? Is he still alive in the last century? Isn't it fragrant to write love letters and make phone calls? Do you want to laugh at me so that you can inherit my Huabei? ”

"You know a fart, this is retro style, the pursuit of literary fan!"

"Awesome, there can still be such an operation!"

"Oops, I just called it, and this number is real!"

"Lost! It's true? Is there still a profession of ghostwriting love letters? I'm going to consult too! ”

"I want it too!"

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Bo Shanshan looked at the people who kept popping up, turned off his mobile phone with a super stable attitude, and turned around and walked towards the dormitory.

And Chu Yi, who was on the other end, stared at his mobile phone and asked for an incoming call.

A look of bewilderment!

Did he have his phone number stolen?

Just this momentary effort.

His WeChat has dozens more messages requesting to add friends.

The phone never disconnected.

Chu Yi couldn't bear to open the answer button.

"You ......"

Before he finished his words, a boy's immature voice came from the opposite side: "I heard that you can write love letters over there, can you write your homework?" ”

Homework?

Chu Yi had an expression of eating on his face.

When he was in school, he didn't do his homework properly.

Let him write for someone else?

Chu Yi's lips pursed deeply, and he just wanted to hang up the phone.

Fingertips flickered.

Did he miss something?

Homework?

Are anyone I know still in school?

Could it be!?

Right!

It must be.

That damn Bo Shanshan, when I first went on a blind date with him, didn't I go with my homework book!!