I buried the host, relying on the prophecy, the whole network exploded

The moment Yan Jiu stepped into the gymnasium.

Ma Weiwei walked over with Chen Mohan: "This is Jian Zhongyu's number plate for participating in the competition."

There is also a poster with the number plate, and the first prize, the second prize and the third prize are written on the poster.

Ma Weiwei subconsciously thought that Yan Jiu and Jian Zhongyu had a good relationship and would bring people to the competition.

Received the order of appearance cards for others.

I came to find Yan Jiu.

never thought.

Yan Jiu spread her hands: "I'm not with her."

Ma Weiwei: "..."

Yan Jiu is a very competent teacher.

I didn't see the students twice in three days, and no one believed that she was Teacher Jian Zhongyu.

Ma Weiwei pointed to his watch: "There is still half an hour until the first game. Everyone will gather in the gymnasium and then head to Tsinghua University."

Although the rules of this year's competition have changed, the first fighting game has been replaced by the blind-spotting formation.

However, the contestants must be present on time to participate in the test, otherwise they will abstain.

Yan Jiu pinched his fingers and said, "Don't panic, we can catch up."

Her surface is as stable as Mount Tai.

There is still some anxiety in my heart.

She is not afraid of others.

I'm afraid that Lang Zongyi will say that she is not responsible if he finds out, and he doesn't ask Jian Zhongyu why he was delayed on the road in advance.

And when she saw Lang Zongyi.

Just about to quibble.

Lang Zongyi didn't care too much: "It doesn't matter."

He took Yan Jiu's slightly pursed lips and lowered eyelids into his eyes, and when Yan Jiu was surprised, he only patted the empty seat beside him.

When life enters the countdown state, Lang Zongyi does not want to waste every minute and every second.

He has already done what should be done, and the rest can only be done as human beings and obey the destiny.

Yan Jiu sat next to Lang Zongyi.

I don't know if it's an illusion.

Lang Zongyi's aura of decay became heavier.

Yan Jiu looked at the ring on Lang Zongyi's hand, it was clearly still working, why did Lang Zongyi look like this?
These days.

Did something happen that she didn't know about?
Obviously not.

Lang Zongyi saw that the atmosphere was a bit depressed, he said with a smile: "Taohua Village and his party have worked hard."

The corner of Yan Jiu's mouth twitched indistinctly: "Why are you always so polite to me recently?"

These days, they haven't seen each other.

Finally met.

Lang Zongyi was polite.

Saying the same words in different tones has a different flavor, and Yan Jiu knew that Lang Zongyi was alienating her.

It made her dislike it.

Lang Zong was taken aback.

Was he polite to Yan Jiu?
It seems there is.

But he had no choice.

On the one hand, he hoped that he was Senior Brother Yan Jiu.

If so, he can get closer to Yan Jiu, and in the same way, Yan Jiu will definitely be sadder after his death.

and so.

On the one hand he wished he wasn't.

Keeping a certain distance from people is the only thing he can do at present, he can't tell Yan Jiu that he is going to die.

but.

It's nothing to think about it.

He ordered an urn from Yan Jiu.

Yan Jiu should have had a hunch.

I have a good feeling.

There is no need to suddenly find it hard to accept.

The atmosphere gradually solidified.

After the five patriarchs who had frozen to the Taoist sect took their seats, they were almost not scared by the atmosphere and left the table on the spot.

Liu Fei poked Huo Yu on his phone.

[The bureau seat and the general counsel quarreled? 】

Huo Yu glanced at Liu Fei.

Also reply on the phone.

[Good question, change the question next time. 】

Liu Fei: 【Then tell me, will we still lose this time?The special bureau is always defeated by the number of people. The Taoist gang is not ashamed and likes to fight with wheels. 】

Huo Yu: [Chen Cheng and others are still locked up by us, and there are consultants here, not necessarily this time. 】

Liu Fei felt relieved.

Continue to record the race on the laptop.

On January 1th, sunny, before the start of the 9th Grand Competition, the bureau chief was suspected to have annoyed the general counsel, the reason: unknown.

Yan Jiu, who was recorded by Liu Fei, was looking unhappy. She lowered her head and turned on Douyin on her phone.

After watching more than ten videos.

Yan Jiu saw a live broadcast room of a Shuiyou service store.

System panel: [Ding!

Inspection objects: Lan Rouge, the store manager of Shuiyoufu,
Remarks: high-quality customers,
Mortality rate: 88%,

Time of death: After selling blue rouge for the first time,
It is recommended that the host pay attention immediately! 】

The system saw that Yan Jiu was expressionless.

This time he didn't dare to say anything.

in the live room.

A beautiful shopkeeper in an ancient costume waved a round fan and said, "The latest rouge, let's give it a name."

Reviews are slightly off.

【name?As the saying goes, "Life is precious, but love is more expensive. If it is for freedom, both can be thrown away." Why don't you just call it wealth~ What do you think? 】

[Off topic and full marks! 】

[You can get used to her upstairs. 】

[To tell you the truth, I don’t like it very much. I suggest keeping it simple and choosing the catchy one. 】

[That's called Lang Lang. 】

[It might as well be called Wangcai. 】

[It's not bad to be called Tie Zi. 】

[Isn't Wangcai the name of Xiugou? 】

[Iron juice is our name! 】

[The store manager should use blue rouge! 】

[To be honest, it's not as good as being rich. 】

[Upstairs shut up!Just blue rouge! 】

[Name the first rouge with the manager's own name, what a meaning~]

Lan Rouge looked at the comments.

She nodded thoughtfully.

Turning around, he went to register Rouge's name, and didn't see Yan Jiu's attention.

Lan Rouge walked out of the shop humming a song, remembering that she was interviewing Professor Pei's friend at Tsinghua University.

She and Sister Liu sent messages to inquire about the situation.

A while passed.

Just received a reply.

Lan Rouge looked at the smiling face in the message.

Inexplicably a little puzzling.

Her best friend never likes to post emoji.

Lan Rouge dialed her friend's number: "Hey, I made the first rouge, where are you now, I'll find you."

There was a buzzing sound from the phone.

It was as if an old tape recorder was working.

"At school, a very bright place... No, come here."

Listening to her friend's strange voice, Lan Rouge rubbed her arms and only noticed the last two words.

She looked in the direction of Qingda.

The car turned a corner.

Open to the gate of Qing University.

Lan Rouge came to the place where Professor Pei was based on the location of the previous chat records with Sister Liu.

Today happened to be a weekend, and it was thanks to her that she made an appointment online seven days in advance, otherwise she would not be able to get in.

Lan Rouge wrapped her furry cloak tightly: "If I knew I would come to pick her up, I would have followed her from the beginning."

She passed a birch forest.

While amazed by the beauty.

Thinking of getting someone to turn around and take a picture.

Thinking about it.

Lan Rouge came to the elevator entrance and found that the elevator was malfunctioning and had to go to the stairs.

On the second floor.

She saw an old man.

Time has carved a rickety look on the old man's face, and the old man is dressed in a white study suit.

The old man bent so that his face could not be seen.

If Lan Rouzhi watched her friend's live broadcast, she would know that the white research uniform worn by Professor Pei was exactly the same as that of the old man.

Out of courtesy.

Lan Rouge wanted to help the old man.

The old man waved his hand.

Point to Blue Rouge's sachet bag.

Lan Rouge happily introduced: "You also smell my rouge fragrance? I named it Blue Rouge."

She took out the rouge box.

Just opened.

The old man took out some red bills from his pocket.

Handed to the blue rouge.

Lan Rouge was puzzled: "You want to buy my Rouge?"

The old man's eyes darkened.

She smiled and nodded.

Lan Rouge gave the old man the rouge in his hand: "No need to buy it, I'll give it to you."

The old man was determined to give the money to Lan Rouge.

You come and I go for three rounds.

Lan Rouge, who was in a hurry to find someone, compromised.

She collected the money and walked upstairs.

A few steps away.

Lan Rouge turned her head and waved her hands politely, and saw the old man's sinister smile.

She thought she was wrong.

But when the old man turns into a young girl in seconds.

Lan Rouge screamed: "Ahhh—"

Professor Pei stretched out his hand to Lan Rouge.

Before Lan Rouge passed out, she only felt a huge spoon stirring in her mind.

It made her life worse than death.