Chapter 61: Love Live Broadcast

  Lin Xing and Yang Yifan's inexplicable gaze, Zhou Xiaorong listened to it with sparkling eyes too. This story is really attractive, it seems like it can even cure a cold.

  Seeing the reply below is not bad, Fei Yi Lang continues to post: Xiao Qiang didn't see Su Nü, but due to his introverted nature, he still didn't ask Su Nü why she wasn't there. However, Su Nü took the initiative to say that she was just watching him from the side, wanting to know how long he could persist, hoping that he could continue to be with her and persevere to the end.

  The people in the cafeteria gradually finished eating and left to go back to their dorms to rest, but the four of them were still there chatting. The uncles and aunts who were cleaning up looked at them with wide eyes, not because they were admiring their beauty or envying their food, but because they were mentally cursing them to leave quickly, as it was time for them to eat.

  As just a post, Fei Yi Lang has succeeded because his post has been on the headlines for a long time. It's not easy for posts in this school to not sink to the bottom. In fact, it proves that students from lower-tier schools love playing Tieba more because they don't have the heart to study.

  In the end, it was Zhou Xiaorong who saw through the thoughts in the stomachs of those people standing next to them and reminded them: "Hey, shouldn't we be leaving? Look at their eyes, I understand this feeling, after all, I've done this before!"

  Indeed, Zhou Xiaorong had a part-time job in the restaurant. What she found most hateful was not those who came to eat at mealtimes, but those who rushed over just as the part-timers were eating. The boss's principle was not to give up any customer voluntarily, so whenever someone came to eat, they had to be warmly entertained, and even eating a meal couldn't be done in peace.

  When Yang Yifan stopped, he saw that the food in his plate had cooled down by half. Looking at Lin Xing's plate, it was empty and clean, just like the Japanese devils had come in. This was probably because she came from a rural area and didn't want to waste food.

  It's already been N posts about Fei Yi Lang, and although the people who replied are still enthusiastically supporting him, this guy seems to have run out of experiences to post about. If it weren't for the people downstairs clamoring for updates, he might have given up already, because his story is heading towards a happy ending after all, but that's not the kind of outcome people like.

  Nowadays people like that kind of abuse, the more abusive and heavy taste the better, preferably with a bit of H, but Fei Yi Lang this guy doesn't seem to have a girlfriend, so he can't write that kind of feeling.

  It's been a long time since I saw his update, he continued to post: Xiaoqiang has persisted for more than a year now and is still persisting, but that person still hasn't appeared, every day is like thunder, going for a run.

  "Oh, no wonder this guy looks fat, but gives people a feeling of being sturdy and honest, still thinks it's quite matching with his own!" Lin Xing muttered to himself.

  Su Yan had explained to Lin Xing that Xiao Qiang was the guy who used to help him stall for time, and his laptop was still with her, with a cover of Inuyasha on it, which showed that he was still immature and not yet mature, otherwise why wouldn't he be Conan or Ishiyoshi.

  Actually, up to this point, the girl still didn't move his heart. If there was such a devoted Xiao Qiang for herself, that would be great. Even the storyteller felt ashamed of himself for being deceived by his emotions because of Su Niang's unreal existence.

  "What happened afterwards?" Lin Xing asked, her curiosity and gossip had already been completely hooked up, and she couldn't stop at all. However, Yang Yifan's answer was disappointing: "Nothing!"

  Pfft...

  Guessed it from the start but there was no outcome.

  "Will you guys accompany me to the infirmary to get some medicine? I really can't take it anymore!" Zhou Xiao Ran said weakly, with a hint of pleading in her voice.

  The fragile she did not think of Qiu Tao, but among the crowd coming and going in front of her eyes, a familiar face popped out, with a slightly red face, Zhou Xiao Ran remembered that it was Qiu Tao.

  Her eyes were about to get wet.