Chapter 13

At 10 a.m., Shengshi department store in city A.

Since the door opened at nine o'clock, many young girls have emerged inside and outside the mall, wearing their heads and holding all kinds of aid in their hands, looking forward to and excited.

Later, because there were too many people, the guardrails on the second floor were crowded with people.

South Vietnam had to go up another floor, sit on the bench next to the escalator on the third floor, look at the huge poster hanging in the middle of the mall, and look down at the mobile phone.

She is turning over all kinds of social accounts, as well as the space circle of friends and alumni circle. Delete what should be deleted and cancel it directly.

Finally, there is a microblog, which is a headache.

Because the original body is a full star chasing girl, it has been opened for less than a year, and the number of microblogs has reached four figures.

Thinking that even if this account is regarded as a trumpet, it will be picked out if it becomes red in the future, South Vietnam is still patient and looks through it one by one.

She is Sheng Jingheng. This setting still needs to be retained, so she can't delete it all. She just needs to delete some early childish remarks and take a few people off.

Deleting and deleting, a message push jumped out.

Tong Xiaolu: you are promoted again!? Congratulations!

Seeing this name, South Vietnam flashed some pictures in his mind. After a finger meal, he first cut to the wechat interface and replied with two words - thank you.

Tong Xiaolu seemed to think she would send something. As a result, she didn't see the text after waiting for a long time. She had to be dry and send another sentence: then you continue to refuel!

South Vietnam simply returned to the word "good" this time, and as expected, there was no new news.

Looking at the quiet mobile phone, some strange emotions surged in the bottom of Nanyue's heart. She pressed down without thinking, and she was a little bored.

Tong Xiaolu is a classmate of the original art school. She is the only person in her class who does not bully or isolate her.

To this end, the original body still relied on Tong Xiaolu for some time, but later found that Tong Xiaolu could not help her. She even avoided when her classmates bullied her, and then regarded it as if nothing had happened the next day.

Tong Xiaolu has many friends, such as in class, in other classes, former junior high school students and so on.

I can talk to the original body only because I have a soft nature and sympathize with the original body.

But Rao is so. Tong Xiaolu is also the only one who sent a message of congratulations after the successful promotion of South Vietnam.

At this moment, South Vietnam suddenly understood that the original body didn't want to live.

After exiting wechat, South Vietnam lowered its eyes and continued to delete microblog coldly.

After deleting nearly half of the microblogs, another text message jumped out to remind her that the traffic is urgent. If she continues to use it, the fee will be deducted directly.

While regretting why he didn't rub WiFi in the hotel, Nanyue quickly turned off the traffic and returned the app, and then breathed a sigh of relief.

Making money is imminent.

After being quiet for half a morning, I finally couldn't help it now.

[host, how are you going to make money?]

[what can't be done? Or Xiao Wu, can you help me?]

[no, if the host needs it, you can exchange the spirit stone for the item of luck bonus!]

Luck bonus?

Nanyue raised his eyebrow and asked another question instead of how many spirit stones it needed.

[after the luck bonus, can you win 100% of the lottery ticket?]

[there will be an 80% chance of winning, regardless of size.]

In other words, there is still a 20% chance that you will not win the prize. Even if you do win the prize, it may be dozens or hundreds of small prizes.

[Xiao Wu, don't take it out and scold it next time when it's like this.]

Nanyue put the mobile phone into his pocket. After lifting his eyes, his black eyes lit up: "here we are."