It's you: President Bamboo Horse, are you eating grass?

Chapter 169 Tears Out of Control Like Beads With a Broken Thread

Unlike in the past, this time no matter where she went, Xiao Zhengtai's resentful face was always with her, and she couldn't help but touch her forehead.

Unbearable and no need to bear it any longer, Yan Ranyi chose to be positive.

"Lin Ziye, let me ask you a question."

Seeing that she finally noticed him, Xiao Zhengtai's eyes lit up: "What what?"

"Have you not taken your medicine for a few days?"

It is too small:"……"

Xiao Zhengtai's eyes turned from resentment to anger, and finally snorted and stopped looking at her, Yan Ranyi was relieved.

After explaining that they practiced independently, they sat on the podium and took out their mobile phones to log in to the secret building. As expected, they saw the private message of 99+.

I clicked on one at random, and I was only going to take a quick glance at it, but things didn't go as planned.

Good little pig: Master Y, the Lun family also wants to be a mottled bamboo~ (moving the bench and facing out the window, clenching fists with both hands, closing eyes and praying inwardly: Master Y must take care of others)

Yan Ranyi frowned.

I don't know why, but my little apprentice is also cute, and even often uses kaomoji, but my apprentice brother doesn't give her a sense of maliciousness and innocence.

Also, what the hell are the parentheses after this long paragraph?

But adhering to the responsibilities of a moderator, Yan Ranyi still responded to her patiently.

Lord Y: Hello, please consult the main moderator AGe for the application review of this moderator.

Obedient little pig: Oops~ That's too troublesome, (duduzui, if you want to cry or not, climb up Master Y's shoulder and sway from side to side) Why don't you go and talk to AGe~

Master Y: Sorry, I don't have this right.

Good little pig: How is it possible, you are Lord Y, okay, okay, the Lun family wants to be a mottled bamboo~ (Hands keep twisting the hem of the skirt, biting red lips and blinking eyes, begging)

Lord Y: I don’t have permission to review. If you really want to be a moderator, I can copy an application form. You can fill it out and send it directly.

After a while, seeing that the other party didn't reply, Yan Ranyi thought she had retreated in spite of the difficulties, and opened the next private message with a sigh of relief.

This time it was quite normal, but the child complained that there was a lot of homework, so he casually enlightened him with a few words and told a lie that all teachers and parents would tell: "It will be easy when you get to college, get through this period of time, come on~"

Just after replying, the ID of the obedient little pig reappeared at the top of the screen, Yan Ranyi's smile froze at the corner of her mouth, and she resisted the urge to smash her phone and clicked on the private message.

Good little pig: (grieved) Ke Su Ke Su, (closed eyes, clenched fists with both hands, finally made up his mind and shouted out) The Lun family just wanted Lord Y to personally review it! (After shouting, I felt that it was actually not that difficult to speak, but then a blush flew up on my face, Mr. Y should not misunderstand that he is an unreserved person, right?)

Oh my god!Tell her what the hell is this? !

Is this... writing a novel?

Master Y: This...little sister, I really can't help you with what you said, please respect our work process, thank you.

Good little pig: Kesu, you are the only one from the Lun family (tears are uncontrollable like broken beads)

Then he copied and pasted this sentence several times in a row, Yan Ranyi watched as his anger rose slowly.

Master Y: Oh, but I don't know you, and I don't want to.

After posting this sentence, the person's conversation was directly blocked and dragged into the blacklist.

Do you really think she is a soft persimmon if you don't get angry?

Continue to check other people's private messages to change your mood. Fortunately, I haven't met such a weird one later.

To be honest, this way of speaking really made her unacceptable, it felt like she was living in a dream.

This method of deduction is called language C, which is to bring in a person (usually a virtual character, such as an anime character or a character in a novel) and imitate their behavior and speech to interpret the plot.

This... the plot needs the plot needs really not black C

(End of this chapter)