Bai Qi was bored when he sat for a long time, and his right hand was on his chin and slowly counted the time.

The virtual projection was released on Lu Xinran’s Weibo homepage, but the comments and private messages section next to it was picked up separately, as if it was disassembled, a typeface that I had never seen before.

Bai Qi glanced at the screen with delicate eyes, frowned, and said to himself: "Why is it so slow?"

How long does it take for Lu Xinran to find his account? It's so slow.

I suddenly remembered something...

Oh, I'm sorry, I forgot to lift the ban. No one should have the ability to find out the problem in the management of Weibo backend.

He was lazy to do it and ordered the black phone: "Can it be solved?"

The black phone vibrated slightly:

I dare not say I won't...

It sets up a background by itself, and lines of code slowly appear.

Suddenly, the window on the right trembled. Bai Qi looked around and Lu Xinran had more private messages.

"Click to see." She spoke calmly.

The meager private message box was enlarged, and a person named Humi Xiaozhao chatted with Lu Xinran: "What are you doing? Are you trying to make me mentality?"

Humble Small Tiger, the person who played the video of her arguing with Lu Xinran?

Bai Qi became interested, sat upright, and replied to him a question mark.

The other party replied in seconds: "Aren't you asking me to post a video just to blackmail her? Now you are standing up and slapping it in the face? What are you doing? I'm afraid you're not being stolen?"

Bai Qi curled the corners of his lips and replied to him: "Don't worry, I'll double the money I deserve to give you."

The humble trumpet's attitude was a little better: "Okay, then you can play whatever you want! But don't do this next time, at least tell me in advance?"

Bai Qi's eyes flashed with a glimmer of light and replied: "Yes."

Then, click the screenshot button.

The black phone vibrated slightly, implying that the ban had been unlocked.

Bai Qi chuckled softly, quit Weibo, and then cut into a video.

The black phone casts a virtual keyboard, and she quickly taps rows of codes with her fingertips.

Meanwhile, some hidden area.

The huge room and the white walls have a stern and dead spirit.

The windows were closed, but a ray of light shone through the white veil, slowly invading, with a bit of jumping warmth.

All around are instruments of all sizes, arranged neatly, with a bit of solemn feeling.

The room was not new, but it was very clean, and there was not even a trace of dust at the corners. In the center of the room, there was a large and soft operating bed, which seemed to be specially customized.

A girl was lying on it, her body was filled with all kinds of tubes. The transparent nutrient solution slowly instilled in her a little bit of life through the cold needle holes.

The door opened lightly, and the bear walked in wearing a sterile suit.

Even though he knew that Wanwan might not hear at all, he couldn't help but lighten his pace.

He was holding a new medicine in his hand.

Although he is only thirteen years old, he is taller than his peers. Standing in front of the hospital bed, he looks like a little adult.

He reached out to take out the booklet beside the bed and filled in the data carefully and carefully.

"Wanwan, let me tell you good news. The big devil told Gu Qing that she got the Green Frost Grass! I guess the meteor will be able to deliver it tomorrow, and you will wake up by then. Are you happy?"

He looked at the sleeping Wanwan gently and said to himself: "If you don't speak, you're happy. I know you're happy!"

The little bear smiled: "I'm very happy, too."

He stared at Wanwan's face with a very warm expression.

I didn't notice it, Wanwan's right index finger.

Suddenly...
Chapter completed!