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Chapter 119 Lively and Fun! ! !

At that time, "Zuosi" was working. As a program dog, he was a silent otaku, which was very different from the humorous ones on the Internet.

After get off work, his only pleasure is chatting with netizens on Weibo and reading his private messages.

Flipping through the pages, when he saw a private message from a person named "Juxi", he subconsciously thought that another shady guy was trying to fool him with a disguise.

But he read it over and over many times, just the word Jinxi, without any extra punctuation marks. Did Weibo start to allow the same name?

He frowned and thought, should he follow this account to see if her account has been stolen?

He does things more casually, and as soon as he had such an idea, his hands moved faster than his brain.

He has been on Weibo for so long and has never missed a shot, but today he hit a wall for the first time on Jinxi.

He encountered an ultra-high-strength firewall. After the first failure, he tried the second time without belief, then the third time, and the fourth time...

Then he was dying, with an ugly face and a sense of frustration.

Just kidding, the firewalls on Jinxi's mobile phone and computer are officially certified by Ye Xulin, so how could they be hacked casually.

"To die" a little bit believes that this private message was sent by his idol. He is unwilling to admit that others are better than him. In contrast, he is more willing to lose at the hands of his idol.

He opened the private message nervously, and at the same time saw the screen recording she sent, he completely believed that the other end of the network was really Jinxi herself.

He was so excited that his hands were shaking.

"Death": My... Idol... Is it really you?

There are so many private messages in Jinxi, she won't read them at all.She waited for about 10 minutes after sending out this screen recording, and quit without waiting for his response.

If he is lucky enough to see it, he will see it, and find some trouble for those black fans, and forget it if he can't see it, it doesn't hurt.

"Death" waited for Jinxi's reply all night, but he didn't wait until the sky was bright.

He rubbed his dry eyes, and seeing that it was not long before it was time to go to work, he simply squatted on the table and squinted.

All day long, he was thinking about the purpose of his idol posting the screen recording, to trust him, and to entrust him to find out the truth and clear up Xu Mu's grievances?Or a mistake, sent the wrong one?
He thinks that the possibility of the latter is almost zero. Jinxi's account is not often online, and she can follow him, which means that she still has a trumpet that is often active between several super chats.

Could it be that her trumpet is also his fan?

Guessing this level of knowledge immediately made him very excited, and he wished to go home from get off work now and look through his tens of thousands of fans to see which one was most likely to be her.

Then he couldn't help gossiping again, how could Jinxi get involved in Xu Mu's incident?
Fuck, is "Mu Tian Xi Di" real?Is the CP he was drinking real?
He seemed to have discovered something extraordinary, and he was so excited and excited, as if he was carrying a lively little doll in his arms, restless.

He really wanted to share this shocking gossip with his fans, but he didn't want to disappoint his idol's trust, so he was scratching his heart and lungs.

That night, he flipped through his private messages as usual, and found that a blank trumpet called "Eat all over the world" had sent him a few messages.

"To die, I am Jinxi."

"Did you receive the screen recording I sent you?"

"I have too many private messages on my large account. I can't read them, so I can only use my small account to contact you."

"Please reply me if you see the private message. I need your help."

The "death" hand trembled, and he tried to die again, planting the intrusion program.

The result was the same as the night before, and the other party's firewall was not something a rookie of his level could do anything about.

Fortunately, the night was quiet and there was no one around him. Otherwise, if his colleagues heard that he called himself a rookie, they could all go back to their womb and start learning from scratch.

He no longer has any doubts, he kept taking deep breaths, and carefully replied to her messages.

"My... Idol... is it really you?"

Here I have to say that he is really worthless, when he typed, even the punctuation marks are the same as before.

But this time the news did not sink to the ground, he quickly got a reply from Jinxi Trumpet.

"Well, it's me."

He kept screaming in his heart, but he pretended to be calm when he replied to the message.

"I...idol, what do you want from me?"

"I want to entrust you to help me check the relationship networks of the main accounts of the black fan's lair. I can sign a non-disclosure agreement with you and pay you to open it as you like. In order to show my sincerity, I can pay you half of the reward first, and the other half will wait for you." Pay when you're done. How about it?"

Her businesslike tone gradually calmed down "Kuuuuuuuuuuuuu", her hands stopped shaking, and her head was functioning normally.

"Why did you find me?"

He was curious, she could have chosen a more reliable agency in real life, and he was just a stranger across the screen.

"Maybe...you seem more trustworthy...I trust my judgment."

Jin Xi originally wanted to say that he looked more pleasing to the eye, but after typing out all the words, he changed the words temporarily.

Well, trust is a better word to use.

"Death" just sobered his mind into a mess again in an instant, he read it right, the idol he had never met actually said that he trusted him, it must be shit from the sky hitting him on the head.

"I... Idol... If you have something to do, tell me... I... I don't want to pay you..."

"That's no good, I can't make you work for nothing. You send the bank account number. Since you are my big fan and my small fan is your fan, it can be regarded as a friendship price."

"Idol, I really don't want to be paid, I just want to ask you a question, I wonder if it's convenient for you to answer?"

"You said."

"Death" had already typed "Is Mu Tianxi real?", and deleted every word, and replaced it with a normal question with tears in my eyes.

"Idol, can I ask, how did you notice me?"

Alas, you can't ask gossip, you can only ask about yourself.

"Huh? Isn't it normal to notice you? You are so lively, interesting and likable every day, so it is logical to pay attention to it."

Lively and fun! ! !

The expression on the face of "Death" is so exciting, he never dreamed that someone would describe him as a rough guy with lively and funny words, it is really a hell in broad daylight.

Oh, no, it was a real night, and he couldn't help shivering.

He pretended to be calm and said, "Idol, that's not what I mean, I mean how do you know that I can find those black fans?"

"Didn't I just say that my alias is your fan, and you didn't hide what you did, why didn't I know?"

He originally asked her, but was speechless when she asked her back. He began to reflect, was he too high-profile?
(End of this chapter)