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Chapter 227 If you can't forget, there must be an echo 【Ask for a monthly ticket~】

Moving his finger down, the words of the troll inevitably appeared in Yan Fuguang's eyes. He casually read some of them, and the more he scolded, the more heated he became.

Putting down the tablet and no longer paying attention to what was in the "garbage dump", she opened her account and edited a Weibo.

[Late Christmas gift, remember to send me a private message address //@赫尔洛基小条糕: I declare in advance, what I will say next...]

Yan Fuguang directly reposted the controversial Weibo post of "Little Popsicle", and even said that he would give her a gift!
Zhang Yuanyuan watched Yan Fuguang crush the scum into nothing with a single sentence, and suddenly felt a little envious of this favored little fan. This kind of surprise is what an ordinary fan wants most.

When you are most sad and helpless, idols descend from the sky to help you dispel all demons and monsters. How can such a sense of security make people not be moved!

"Then what are you going to give her?" Zhang Yuanyuan asked curiously.

Recalling "Little Popsicle"'s eloquent speech, she seems to have said that she likes durian very much, but now she lives in a dormitory and cannot raise a cat.

Yan Fuguang looked at the durian sleeping soundly on the cat climbing frame, and had an idea.

"You help me buy that..."

Uh, I suddenly ran out of words, mainly because Yan Fuguang didn't know what that thing was called.

She found a small doll made by a pet blogger with the fur of her own husky: "It's a tool for this."

Zhang Yuanyuan took a look, isn't this some kind of felt poking fun?
"You want to do this?" She was incredulous, her eyes subconsciously turned to the big fat cat not far away, "Using durian hair?"

Poor durian doesn't know yet, it's about to transform into a ruthless hair-plucking machine.

But she had never seen Yan Fuguang doing manual work, and Zhang Yuanyuan asked uncertainly, "Can you do it?"

Yan Fuguang was very calm: "There are many tutorials, I can learn."

It was also the first time Zhang Yuanyuan saw someone who could say "no" so refreshingly.

Okay, it doesn't look too difficult, with Yan Fuguang's ingenuity, it should be easy to handle.

Zhang Yuanyuan quickly found an online store to place an order, and the store repeatedly promised that there would be detailed instructions and tutorials, so that novices would be able to understand it at a glance.

"Little Popsicle" still doesn't know the sudden turning point on the Internet, she has been sprayed to doubt her life these days.

The last time I posted a group photo on Chaohua, what flocked to her was the envy of countless people and the surge in likes.

When an ordinary person is surrounded by such a sudden positive flow, and suddenly finds out that there are so many people in the world who pay attention to me and envy me, they will always be a little excited and elated.

So the "Little Popsicle" who broke the news this time didn't think much at all, thinking that everything would be the same as last time. Countless people would envy her for knowing this secret so early, but the reality was quite different from her expectations.

She is just an ordinary international student. Perhaps the brightest moment in her life was the last time she retweeted a Weibo with nearly six figures of likes and comments. Half a year ago, she experienced a highlight brought to her by traffic, and half a year later, she also faced a wave of incoming trends. Vigorous cyberbullying.

In the past few days, friends have advised her not to go online, and even uninstalled all the social software in her mobile phone, just because she was afraid that she would not be able to bear it any longer.

"Little Popsicle" is indeed very depressed. In the past two days, more people have scolded her than she has encountered in her entire life. She is only 19 years old this year and has just started college. How could she have seen such a traffic storm.

After finally convincing myself to listen to my friends, I didn’t log in to Weibo or social media within a week, and waited quietly for the storm to pass. “Little Popsicle” braced himself up to get up and go to school. Suddenly, the phone beside the pillow started to vibrate crazily.

She rubbed her eyes, and answered the phone with a hoarse voice, but her good friend's super loud voice woke her up from drowsiness, and her whole body shivered.

"Stop, stop, stop, stop yelling, what's the matter, a comet hit the earth or did you fail the exam again?"

"Hurry up, hurry up, get on Weibo, big things happen, big things happen!!!"

"Little Popsicle" is speechless, you uninstalled Weibo for me, where can I log into Weibo now!
As a result, the friend on the other end of the phone hung up the phone without waiting for her to answer, as if he had been slapped with chicken blood. He didn't know why he was so excited.

"Little Popsicle" hesitated for a moment, but silently cheered himself up and then re-downloaded Weibo, closing his eyes and heart, and logged in!

Although the "new news" column still shows 999+, she only has the ID named Yan Fuguang in her eyes.

Because she set up to only accept private messages from mutual friends, so these two days only private messages are the only place that has not fallen.

But!What did she see!
Yan Fuguang actually sent her a private message?It won't be a high imitation number, right? !
"Little Popsicle" tremblingly clicked on the message. In the upper left corner was the avatar and ID that she was so familiar with, and then a very simple message - can you tell me the address, there is a gift I want to give you .

Is this the goddess herself?

This is the reason why good friends beat chicken blood?
But didn't I set up mutual friends to send private messages?

"Little Popsicle" tremblingly clicked on Yan Fuguang's profile picture again, and the page that jumped out made her eyes pop out of the window. It was really Yan Fuguang's own homepage!
Moreover, the number of followers of Yan Fuguang displayed on the top row has changed from 33, which she memorized so well, to 34. When I click on it, the one on the top row is actually "Helsinki Popsicles"!
The goddess paid special attention to me in order to leave me a message? ? ?

The facts are in front of you, no matter how magical it is, you must believe it!
Pulling down again, Yan Fuguang's latest forwarding also came into her sight.

At this time, my friend's call came again, still so excited, at least much more excited than her frightened client.

"Did you watch it? Did you watch it?" This was so excited that he couldn't speak without repeating words.

"Looked."

"Are you not excited? How can you not be excited? Are you sick? Did you get sprayed silly two days ago?"

It's not me who is sick, it's you! !
"I just don't know what to say for a while, I can't believe it, I..."

"Little Popsicle" is really confused, because this thing is too unreal.

She was a small fan who was a drop in the ocean and suffered a little grievance on the Internet, but the idol actually found out, spoke up for her, and even gave her a gift to comfort her!
How do you say that sentence, if you never forget it, there must be an echo?
This is too dreamy!
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh I'm going crazy, why not me!"

"Well, the goddess even sent me a private message, asking for my address."

"Huh? Private message? Did she pay attention to you on purpose? I can't do it, I can't do it. If you talk about it, I'm afraid I'll be jealous and strangle you right away!"

"Then should I reply to the letter? Will it appear that I am greedy if I reply, will the goddess think that I did this to gain attention, will it..."

Maybe it was too shocking, maybe the turning point was too bizarre, "Little Popsicle" suddenly became concerned about gains and losses.

(End of this chapter)