The promotion of the website is done like that.

The overall tension and expectation created is full of tension.

In fact, this is a kind of power that controls the life and death of others.

The purpose of this operation is: a sense of participation.

For example.

Select a class committee member in the class.

The class teacher said, "I have decided on the class committee member."

The students with good grades raised their heads proudly: It should be.

Medium grades: It's not my turn anyway, so I don't care.

Slack student: The dark side, it’s a shame, even the class committee is decided. Have you ever respected our rights as classmates?

I'm going to go to school to sue you.

What qualifications do they have to be the duty committee?

We want to be fair!

Basic fairness cannot be achieved. This class will soon go bankrupt and destroy it!

OK, another way.

The head teacher announced: Voting, one vote per person.

Excellent student: I am a candidate, so I don’t have to vote.

Middle school student: Who should I choose? Choose a good grade, well, she is suitable to be the class monitor. Well, he is suitable to be the student committee member.

Poor students: Looking around, they look like they are holding a ticket in their hands and showing off everywhere. The best students are selling:

Want it?

Call it nice?

Look directly at me, seed!

Damn, don't you miss me? I'll vote for someone else.

Please, beg me, I will give you the vote.

Okay, the class committee members have been selected.

They are still those with good grades, and they are not surprised.

Middle School Students: They will definitely serve us, and my grades should be able to be improved.

Bad students: They were chosen by me, that is, my son, grandson, if I ask him to die, he has to go. (shake his legs, pick his teeth, and be proud of his face)

This is the sense of participation.

Super Girl’s success mainly comes from the grassroots counterattack dream and the pleasure of participating in the full exhibition.

Everyone suddenly woke up: It turns out that grassroots can also become idols of the whole nation.

Then everyone began to examine themselves: I can do it too!

But this year is not possible, it's too late.

It doesn't matter if it's too late, I can follow it. Wow, she looks like me, her hair, dress, and singing skills...

If I stand on the stage...

No, I want to support her.

Someone took the phone, someone went to the Internet cafe...

Popularity and attention instantly increased.

Is there something substantial to support?

The voting system came out.

Like choosing a class committee member.

Someone votes to choose the person they like.

Someone is holding a ticket in his hand.

It feels like if there is no such vote, those who are selected will die.

Some people think that although they are not on the stage, they can take off with the people on the stage to carry their dreams.

But some people enjoy the driving, threatening, and feel superior.

This is actually a sense of satisfaction brought by power.

And this kind of satisfaction has two million copies of Youle.com.

Wang Yu can almost foresee the server crash this Saturday night.

I hope Lao Tu and Xiao Yu can withstand it.

After this week, it's time to change the shotgun.

Lin Yao took a shower, wore pajamas, raised her hand to release her hair.

Then he sat by the bed and looked at Wang Yu, "It's time to sleep!"

Wang Yu nodded, "Go to sleep!"

Lin Yao's body was fragrant, and there was still a drop of water on her neck that had not been wiped off.

The whole person looks so sensual.

When she saw Wang Yu standing up, she was actually nervous.

When I turned my head away, I looked at the half bed that I always had.

Wang Yu pinched her face, "Master, good night."

"Dear...good night!"

When Wang Yu goes out, she is no longer nervous, but will be lost.

My fingertips clenched on the bed sheet for a long time, as if I were drawing small circles to curse Wang Yu.

Wang Yu lying on the sofa with pillows on both hands.

Staring at the ceiling, I was actually still scared.

If Xu Pei really got pregnant, the blow to Lin Yao would be too fatal.

Rubbing his face twice, then...what if Lin Yao got pregnant first?

While the results may not be that perfect, they should be the easiest of a variety of options!

...

Lin Yao got up very early.

It's very light to do things.

But no matter how light you are, you can hear the sound of your clothes rubbing.

Although Wang Yu closed his eyes, he could feel the foolish look of Wel stopping and staring at his face.

This stupid master.

Wang Yu looked like a cup of 290 months, with his arms wide open and greeting him.

The next moment, a soft body gently squeezed into her arms.

Wang Yu opened his eyes and said in surprise, "Master, what are you doing?"

Lin Yao's face squeezed into Wang Yu's neck, "Aren't you going to hug?"

"I'm stretching."

Lin Yao's voice softly, "Get up quickly, it will take another 40 minutes to drive to the agency!"

"You kiss me, I'll tell you good news."

The soft and glutinous jelly was fed to Wang Yu's mouth.

Why do people's lips become so soft, so pink, and so supple?

Wang Yu himself felt embarrassed.

"The toothpaste in your mouth smells so strong!"

"Fortunately, the smell of smoke in my mouth can be combined with the smell."

Lin Yao looked at Wang Yu with a smile, and then pulled him up.

Wang Yu asked curiously, "Don't you ask what good news is?"

"Ah?" Lin Yao was stunned, "I thought, you just miss me..."
To be continued...