Although the group leader Feidou has a tacky net name and a diao-like smell, in real life, he is actually a handsome guy with a height of 1.87 meters, and his family is rich and has a lot of money. He belongs to the kind who can make friends widely and play well. Many offline parties in the group are organized by him.
The members of this internal small group have more or less background, you can understand it as a circle of friends of the rich.
Fatou: [I have reminded you, if one day you are cheated of money and sex, don't cry to my brother, there are too many scams on the Internet these days]
Some poor diaosi like to fish online with photos of handsome guys. At this time, the members of the inner group have basically decided that Qin Ye is a faceless man, otherwise why would they snatch other people's photos on the Internet.
The administrator said: [I'm going to tease him]
[Shh, I'm going too]
Qin Ye didn't know that he had died online in a sense, to the same extent as the social death. He just wondered that in just a few minutes, he suddenly received seven or eight friend requests, all from the same group.
Online dating is also very particular, you have to pick the stupid and deceitful ones, otherwise you will meet the shrewd ones, that is, Neptune vs Neptune, big scum meets scum. If you can't get a penny, it's a waste of time.
This kind of initiative, Qin Ye usually does not add, he got up and boiled a pot of hot water, ready to eat noodles in a bowl, and rejected those friend applications.
The administrator bubbled up in the group: [Damn, that newcomer actually rejected me]
[plus one]
[I was also rejected]
[Maybe people are not here to make an appointment with pao, you think too much]
Just when the inner group was chatting happily, Qin Ye had already started to search for the target in the large group. He glanced at the pile of colorful avatars, and finally settled on one of the cat avatars, and clicked into the other party's homepage.
That person's space is very simple, with no content, only a few casual night scene pictures, and then a collection of photos of a white chubby cat, it's really... clear soup without water.
It looks like a single dog.
Qin Ye stared at the photo of the little fat cat for a long time, and then sent a friend request.
A mobile phone rested quietly on the light gray leather sofa, suddenly vibrated twice in the corner, and a message popped up. Through the floor-to-ceiling windows, one can vaguely see the night of the high-rise buildings outside. The huge living room is silently spreading dead silence, and it doesn't seem to be popular. Even the French crystal lamp above the head has a bleak light.
Josinian heard the sound and came over. The slippers stepped on the carpet silently without any sound. Only a little fat white cat named Cha Cha followed behind him, and finally jumped on the sofa lightly.
Qiao Sinian's personal mobile phone is not in charge of business affairs. It usually rings once every two or three days. He swiped his fingertips on the screen to unlock it, only to find that someone had sent him a friend request, and there was a hint of surprise in his eyes.
For a person who is not very social in his private life and has lived alone for many years, the probability of this happening is basically zero.
Qiao Sinian sat down on the sofa and found that the other party found him through a friend group. He clicked on Qin Ye's homepage to check the other party's profile sheet.
Male, from xx city, 21 years old.
21 years old
Qiao Sinian thought about it, in his memory, a boy of this age probably belonged to a stunned and green existence not long after graduation, reckless and green.
Large groups have an unspoken rule. Making friends in private is basically the default intention to have a CP or make an appointment. Qiao Sinian was pulled in by his friend's fat pocket. Usually, he basically doesn't bubble up. .
Although he... really wanted to find a partner, but he wouldn't let the old cow eat the young grass to this point.
Qiao Sinian hesitated for a moment and refused.
Daqun and Neiqun are noisy every day, and the news is 99+ in minutes. Qiao Sinian is usually blocked when he is fine. After rejecting Qin Ye's friend request, he clicked into the internal group to have a look, only to find that Fatou and a few group friends were discussing the newcomers who had just joined the group.
It is understandable that most of them are the rich second generation, and they are in a hurry every day.
[Damn it, I just added that new person three times, and I was rejected three times. What the hell is he doing in the group]
This is a dating group, why don't you make friends
[I also added it just now, but it didn't work, this newcomer is so strange]
The group owner Feidou is not too big of a problem to watch the fun: [Come on, my brother will vent your anger and give him a plane ticket without adding a friend, you can't let him occupy the seat for nothing]
Large groups regularly clean up non-bubbling group members every month. After Qin Ye joined the group, it was really strange that he neither chatted nor made friends.
Qiao Sinian watched for a while, and found that the newcomer they were talking about seemed to be the one who added him as a friend just now, and sent a screenshot: [(picture) Are you talking about him?]
The content of the screenshot happens to be Hadano's friend request.
Feidou and Qiao Sinian are actually friends in real life. They know each other well, and they are shocked when they see it: [What the hell have you done, that newcomer actually added you as a friend? !]
The others followed suit.
[? ? ? ?]
[I also want to know (crying, crying) I was rejected by him three times just now, and this man successfully caught my attention]
Qiao Sinian wanted to say that he didn't do anything, so he wrote three words concisely: [Unclear]
Fatou reminded him: [Brother, this person is cheating, you must not be cheated]
Qiao Sinian took off his glasses and pinched the bridge of his nose, feeling a little helpless. He is already 37, 8 and 4, and the other party is only 21. No matter how you look at it, it is impossible to have an intersection, let alone being deceived.
"Meow meow meow~"
The little white cat Chacha suddenly ran over and licked his wrist, looking like he was hungry. Joss Nian teased for a moment, then got up and put some cat food in the cat basin, unbuttoned his shirt, and prepared to take a bath.
At the same time, an uninvited guest comes to the bachelor apartment where Hadano lives.
"Uncle, what's the matter with you?"
Qin Ye looked at a middle-aged man standing outside his house, his head was hurting. He propped the door frame with his hand, ready to close the door.
Seeing this, Wu Sen quickly reached the door: "Hey, hey, what are you doing, I'm here to send you a notice, you bastard, do you still want to work!"
If the job he was referring to was to go to such a small shopping mall every day to perform performances, Qin Ye really didn't want to be a little dragon.
Seeing that he was silent, Wu Sen also guessed a bit of his thoughts, and handed him the notice in his hand: "Don't say that little uncle doesn't take care of you, this time I have an event, you go to give it to xx next month. As a backing dancer, the camera may catch fire when it rubs up."
The xx artist in his mouth is a certain 18-line gossip in the entertainment industry.
Wu Sen can't do anything about it. He is just a small broker, and he really doesn't have much resources in his hands. In addition to Qin Ye, there are several other trainees under his hands, and he has tried his best to squeeze the chance to show his face to his own nephew.
Qin Ye reluctantly took the notice.
Seeing this, Wu Sen didn't know what to think, and added: "By the way, you still have to pay 8,000 clothing fees this month, and you will give it to me as soon as possible at the end of the month."
"Fuck," Qin Ye wanted to hit the wall, "I only paid 12,000 last month, why did I pay again?"
Wu Sen nodded at him from a distance: "It's not promising, and where will the return on investment come from? Look at the shoes you wore last time. You are embarrassed for a pair of 200 yuan? They all wear big names."
What an artist pays attention to is the face, and they don't want to wear high luxury and high definition. The big name must have a pair. Wu Sen tried very hard to make Qin Ye popular, but he was also a fool in the brokerage circle.
As the old saying goes, one idiot can't bring another idiot.
"No," Qin Ye frowned, like a thug when he pulled it up, "What's wrong with two hundred yuan, I'm not ashamed."
He was brought over from his hometown by Wu Sen after he graduated from high school. After a few years, he was still like a ghost. If I knew earlier, it would be better to move bricks with others.
Wu Sen said, "If you don't have any money, I'll help you with it first."
Qin Ye thought to himself that it was not a matter of whether or not to put it on. He crossed his arms and looked at Wu Sen: "I said if I don't buy it, I don't buy it. If I'm in a hurry, believe it or not, I'll just put on slippers."
"You dare!" Wu Sen was also angry, he knew that Qin Ye's temperament was rambunctious, but he couldn't get to such a level, "There are people who have worked hard for more than ten years before they start, but you can't stand it after only a few years? !"
Qin Ye patted the door heavily and asked him, "Can I wait, can my parents wait?!"
His idea is simple, make money and let his parents live a good life. After more than ten years, he can endure it, can his parents endure it
Wu Sen's complexion changed slightly: "I'm too lazy to tell you that it's not a matter of minutes to save money if you take in a few more commercial performances."
Qin Ye thought that commercial performances were not used every day, and he only earned a few hundred yuan at a time, which was not enough for clothing expenses. With his arms folded, he leaned against the door and asked sarcastically, "Why don't you give me an endorsement?"
Wu Sen stared at him and brushed the thick stack of paper in his hands: "Do you accept the endorsement of pig feed?!"
Qin Ye sneered: "If you dare to give it to me, dare to take it."
Wu Sen: "You want it, but the pig doesn't want it, I'm too lazy to care about you!"
Qin Ye: "..."
Shit, the real TMD is a real uncle, and the small mouth is as poisonous as eating arsenic.
Seeing Wu Sen leave, Qin Ye closed the door heavily. I thought that if I believed Wu Sen's nonsense again, he would not be called Qin Ye, but changed his name to Qin Pastedou!
The water on the table has boiled. Qin Ye sat back in front of the computer and continued to part-time his online dating sideline while making noodles, only to find that the friend application he sent earlier was rejected, and he couldn't help but stop.
No, no, no, the fake photos in your own space are so handsome, how could they be rejected
#Have no idea that I have been identified as cheating#
Qin Ye did not believe in evil, so he sent a friend request again and waited for the other party to pass.
Qiao Sinian just came out of the shower when he heard the phone vibrate again. He wiped his wet hair with a towel, thinking it was a fat pocket, but when he turned on his phone, the newcomer sent another friend request.
Everyone is curious, and Qiao Sinian, an old man who has been in the shopping mall for a long time, is no exception.
He sat down on the sofa, thought for a moment, and clicked through, wondering what the other party's intention was.
Qin Ye is eating instant noodles. No matter how hard life is, no matter how hard work is, he can make a living in countless dark and rotten, rotten and stinky days.
A message popped up on the computer: [Your friend request has been approved.]
Qin Ye paused when he heard the prompt, then opened the chat interface, and habitually looked for his dog-headed military advisor: "Bibi Luo."
The room was silent and silent.
Qin Ye looked strange: "Bibi Luo?"
Qin Ye didn't know how to chat at all. In the past, he was always guided by Bibi Luo when chatting online. But still no one in the room responded to him.
Qin Ye frowned and shouted again, "Bibi Luo?!"
[Stop shouting]
009 quietly appeared behind Qin Ye,
[It killed me]
Qin Ye: "..."