Hot?

What's hot?

Gong Chuan was not surprised at all, put down the water cup and said, "Ayue, are you eating in the cafeteria or Frey?"

Before, except for Luo Li who occasionally went to Frey for dinner with him, Zhang Da and Qin Ming basically didn't go there. Why, Frey's consumption is high.

"Eat some at school, it's nothing to do. What should I do when I run away to eat and cook?" He went to Frey again. It was probably not that he would be willing to follow him. He had not yet expanded to this point.

"Okay." Gong Chuan sat on the bed to change his sneakers.

Zhang Da, who was stunned for a long time, was silent for a moment, "No, aren't you curious about what I said?"

Qin Ming, who was wiping his glasses, said calmly: "From your electrical bag, what kind of thing can't be said to be explosive news?"

"I……"

Zhang Da took out his phone and said, "You can read it yourself. The hottest posts in Huida Post Bar are now."

"Who still plays with the post bar now? Are there a hundred living people?"

Zhang Da rolled his eyes to Qin Ming, "If you don't play, it doesn't mean no one will play. Moreover, most of the posters are diving parties, and they will only come out when there is an explosion. Third brother, please read it yourself. I didn't expect that there is such a trick hidden."

Zhong Yue took his phone suspiciously, and when he saw a few pictures in the post, he immediately understood.

I have seen one before. He was secretly photographed when he wrote a banner for uncle Chicken Steak. Due to the pixels and distance, his facial features were blurred. However, the second one was a photo of him when he was writing lacquer books in the calligraphy classroom. However, the person above also knew how to respect privacy and actually posed a big Husky avatar on Zhong Yue's face.

"San Lao, look, is this person you? The clothes are exactly the same? There are not so many coincidences in our school, right?"

Zhong Yue continued to pull on.

"Who is this? The handwriting is so ugly, and he still has the face to write an inscription for others?"

"I really lost all our Huida face."

"Ahhhhh, are there still boys who write calligraphy now? Please give me the contact information. I look very handsome, although I don't have a photo of my face."

There were all kinds of comments, and Zhong Yue smiled it. Unexpectedly, he strictly prevented exposure in the Academy of Fine Arts Post Bar, but the result was that he was first exposed in his school.

"It's me, what's wrong?"

After Zhang Da received a positive answer, he finally smiled, "So you are so popular!"

"Then what?"

"What then, you become popular and famous!"

Zhong Yue said boredly: "Is the ugly words written by others considered to be considered popular?"

"What's that? Some people in this world are so popular that they are inexplicably popular. Look at that Feng Jie, how popular it is!"

"Achuan, help me hold him down and see if I don't beat him to death! Sister Feng is right? Compare me with Sister Feng!" Zhong Yue waved his arms in anger.

"Oh, I was wrong, Brother Yue, Master Yue, please spare my life!"

Zhong Yue sighed, "Okay, go for dinner." When he wrote a word, Zhong Yue didn't believe that he would be surrounded and blocked by others. If he knew about it, he would be known. It would be fine if no one understood lacquer books. Why? Who would offend anyone who was ugly?

Fortunately, the person who took the photo knows to respect personal privacy. The Husky portrait is covered, and no one can recognize Zhong Yue while walking on the road. At most, I won’t go to the calligraphy classroom these days. Can’t I afford to offend me or hide?

However, when he came back from dinner, he found that this matter suddenly couldn't control the direction of development.

I thought the post bar of Huida was actually captured!

Every minute, more than a dozen new posts will be refreshed, with the titles of Jinnong and Qishu in the world, so I will argue if I don’t agree.

What's wrong with the sacred being a demon?

Zhong Yue clicked in and saw that some posts had been deleted, but the deletion speed was far less than the speed of posting. Zhong Yue clicked on them and saw that all the low-level entries were low-level entries. After looking at the code name, "Buddhist Sweeping Monk 923", the content of the posts was copied from the information and pictures about Jinnong's lacquer books.

Zhong Yue then knew who was making trouble.

He stood outside the dormitory, looked at the gradually darkening sky, and called Gu Qin.

"Hello."

"Is there anything wrong with ancient people?"

"You captured the post bar of Huida, right? Don't rush to deny it, the only one who sweepers the floor, I know it!"

There was a crisp sound of eating potato chips from the other end of the phone, "How is it? I'm so awesome. These dinosaur girls dare to say that you're ugly, so I won't slap them in the face!"

Zhong Yue held his forehead and said with some headache: "Stop your bored behavior immediately!"

"Why?" The crisp sound of potato chips chewing made Zhong Yue angry and funny. It was hard to imagine that a pure and cute student girl would actually start the attack on the post bar while eating potato chips.

"You do this and the small things that were gone immediately become vicious. Do you understand what I mean?"

The crackling sound of chewing potato chips stopped, "Oh..."

"Yeah, but thank you." Zhong Yue hung up the phone, naturally understanding that Gu Qin did this because he wanted to help him. The icing book was not known by others, so the words written by Zhong Yue would be considered ugly. Opening every post introduces the content of the icing book, but doing so is indeed a bit violent and excessive.

Zhong Yue stood outside the window, and the evening breeze blew by. He was relieved to see the hundreds of posts being slowly cleaned up and deleted by the bar office. Fortunately, the witch still understood the words of people, otherwise he really didn't know how to end this matter. It was the first time that Zhong Yue had discovered it. Fortunately, he found it early, only a few hundred posts, and just over twenty minutes later, order was restored in the post bar. In response to this vicious incident, the bar office immediately changed its speech level. People below level five were prohibited from speaking. Zhong Yue, a two-level trumpet of a bookmaker in the valley, could only watch how the situation developed.

"Damn it! Third brother, did you just see it? The post bar is almost paralyzed!"

Zhang Da came out of the toilet with a cell phone in his hand, "My God, I'm so crazy. I brushed more than 900 pieces in seven or eight minutes! If I continue to brush this, I guess the post bar will be really captured and paralyzed! Is there any money and no place to spend it? Is there anyone in college post bars? It's so horrible! I just deleted the posts I just deleted."

Zhong Yue was holding the water cup and suddenly was stunned.

"Are you a business?"

Zhang Da pushed his eyes and smiled proudly, "Sorry, Mr. Hui Dada, is right."

"It just so happens that you can post a top post. I have stopped the person who just wrote a malicious post. I apologize to all the bar friends on her behalf."

"ah?"

"What? Otherwise, you think she will be done after sending it for so few minutes? Hurry up!"

Zhang Da nodded, "Okay, right, do you use the signature?"

"Well, be sincere. After all, we are unreasonable in this matter. We have also deleted all the posts such as the chicken chop banner. You have hidden it deeply enough. As a bar responsibilities, I don't tell me, but I am trying to make me foolish, right! My Young Master Da!"

Zhang Da smiled embarrassedly, "I will help you delete it, and you will delete it."

...

...

In a high-end Internet cafe, the fat man was holding a fun and ate it. Gu Qin felt a little sorry for the Internet cafe owner. The keyboard and mouse were glittering, and it was probably necessary to clean it up.

"Sister, why don't you let me continue? Those explosive software are really too low-end. My program will be truly terrifying after ten minutes of running, and it will be paralyzed in an instant."

Gu Qin pinched the little fat Ding's face, "Okay, sister knows Pingping, you are amazing. It's getting late, sister will send you home?"

The little fat man's face immediately fell down, "Sister, do I have a full name? Please call me Chen Pingping! Also, I want to play games! I want to play games!"

Gu Qin looked at his watch and murmured to himself: "Five, four, three, two, one."

Bang!

Snap your fingers and hit it.

The computer in front of Chen Pingping immediately turned black...

The little fat man looked at the computer with a black screen, the empty potato chip bag, and cried out...
Chapter completed!