The next day, Song Weilan was in a daze and was awakened by a quick knock on the door.

"Miss, we're surrounded." When he opened the door, he was stopped by Chen's mother with a frightened face.

[Oops, scared the old lady to death, there are a bunch of people crowded at the door, does the young lady owe money outside? I don't know if the old lady's pension insurance is enough to pay off the debt? can't pay it back, the old lady can only carry the kitchen knife out, if she wants money, she has to die. 】

Song Weilan listened to Chen's mother's voice and was funny and moved, Chen's mother has been with her since she was a child, and she didn't know that her heart was so social.

"Mother Chen, don't worry, wait for me to change my clothes." Song Weilan comforted Chen's mother softly, quickly changed out of her pajamas, and walked to the gate.

As soon as Song Weilan's hand touched the deadbolt, an external force was about to advance.

The courtyard of the Song family belongs to the ancient old mansion of the early nobles of the Quanmen, and the door still retains the original Zhumen style.

The historical precipitation of the Song family compound for hundreds of years can be called a cultural heritage, at least worth hundreds of millions.

The voice outside was noisy, and I could vaguely hear her name being called.

Song Weilan stood inside the door and slapped his palm on the door, and through a door, the crowd close to the gate outside the door instantly fell down one after another like dominoes.

The voices outside were replaced by exclamations.

Song Weilan opened the door unhurriedly, only to see half of the people outside the door fall into a ball.

The two vermilion doors of the Song family are old and refurbished, and they are very valuable, but they can't be broken.

When he saw her come out, the people who had fallen to the ground got up and gathered around her again.

Song Weilan just used his palm force to push the people blocking the door away, and he didn't mean to hurt anyone.

"Which one of these plays are you? I'm not a cafeteria, and I don't have a boxed lunch. Song Weilan looked at everyone with a smile.

One of her jokes caused a lot of laughter.

"Little sister, is this you?" A student girl in a high school uniform held up her mobile phone and handed it to her.

Song Weilan glanced at it, this is the video of her beating people in the snack street yesterday, which was photographed by the people who eat melons and posted on the Internet, at this moment, the number of hits on various platforms has exceeded 100 million, and there is a rising trend.

Network communication is developed, and in one night, Song Weilan became popular.

"It's me." Song Weilan happily admitted that it is good to be popular, and only when it is popular can it make a small amount of money.

"The young lady is handsome!"

"Little sister, can I worship you as a teacher?"

"Little sister, you have both appearance and strength, do you consider entering the entertainment industry?"

"Little sister, can you sign for me?"

"Little Sister......

One morning, Song Weilan's ears were full of the voices of enthusiastic fans, and he finally sent away the fans, and his ears were clean, Song Weilan lazily sat on the swing chair in the yard, turned on his mobile phone and boarded Weibo.

Song Weilan knew that she was popular, but she didn't expect it to be so popular, she actually appeared on the third hot search, the first two are the scandals between the popular little flower Cheng Linna and the actor Bai Zeyu.

The third hot search: The appearance of the goddess of the snack street is proportional to the force.

In this era of looking at faces, coupled with the curiosity of human beings for novelties, Song Weilan, who has a good skin and knows mysterious ancient boxing techniques, suddenly became the focus of public attention.

Song Weilan clicked in, her photo, her name, and her identity were all clearly revealed.

The power of netizens is still as strong as ever.

Her Weibo has completely fallen, and a recent Weibo has accumulated tens of thousands of comments, both black and fan, and some of the top black comments are nothing more than saying that she has plastic surgery, posing for photos, and so on.

Under normal circumstances, there will be a few good people among hundreds of millions of netizens, and no matter what is good or bad, they will leave unconventional remarks.

One of the black comments with the highest number of likes: Her face looks like a prosthesis, and her plastic surgery face is a real hammer.