Cheng Lang's words were handsome, but Xu Qiao's little deer jumped hard, and then crashed into the south wall of reality in the face of the ranking interface that climbed slowly like a turtle.
When she woke up early the next morning, she took a look at the voting screen with her mobile phone, and saw that she was jumping up and down repeatedly. She stood still at the sixth place and sighed.
Who can't blow cowhide. A man's mouth, a deceitful ghost.
Xu Qiao considers herself an ordinary person, and has always been competitive in face. It's just that she used to compete for a glamorous appearance, but now she is forced by life to fight for her career.
So when it was afternoon tea time, seeing that Cheng Lang hadn't heard from her, she stretched out her fingers to tick him again, and sent him a WeChat message: "QAQ"
Cheng Lang remained silent.
Thinking that he couldn't understand the kaomoji, she sent a more straightforward emoji half an hour later: "cry cry.jpg"
Still no response.
If this man didn't give her hope yesterday, she would admit it and not force her, but he is the one who speaks sweetly and swears, so she can't blame her for being impatient.
Seeing that the sky was getting darker and the voting process was over halfway, she couldn't stay in the studio anymore and planned to go out to get some air.
As a result, as soon as he reached the stairs, he heard people gathering downstairs to discuss the game.
"Chinese players have too little advantage. This competition is heavily publicized on the Internet, but there is no splash in China, and it is impossible to get out of the circle at all."
"I can't help it. Look at the trending searches on Weibo. It's all about celebrity parents talking about it all day long. Everyone likes to eat melons, but there is no melons to eat in serious competitions."
"Hey, I'm really not reconciled to Yuli. Then the necklace of a twelve-year-old genius girl is quite interesting. It has something to do with the idea of racial equality. It has a taste of boundless love. The ranking is worthy, but this first place is too much." It’s not worthy of the name, it’s Zoe’s closed disciple, this gaudy pile of colors, nothing can be seen except a pot of simmering skills.”
"That is, even a layman like me knows that the more advanced things are, the simpler they are."
"Hey, do you think there will be a shady scene here?"
After a moment of silence, Rosa said, "Honestly speaking, it's normal for this kind of folk competition to have shady scenes. I'm just surprised that our boss really didn't prepare anything for Xiaoyu."
"Why do you say that? If there is a shady scene, I will be the first to report it."
"Little girl, don't be naive. If the report is useful, how can the businessman make money?"
The topic went off track, and everyone started an in-depth debate on shady and anti-shady.
Xu Qiao twitched her lips and decided to go back to the studio. Halfway there, Su Shan suddenly heard a short exclamation: "Why did the number of votes for the first place suddenly drop by one digit! Am I dazzled?"
Xu Qiao was stunned for a moment, took out her mobile phone to check, and confirmed that Su Shan was not dazzled, and the other party dropped directly from the first place to the eleventh place.
At the same time, a line of Dutch text scrolled on the bulletin board of the website interface.
Pi Dan explained to everyone while translating: "It emphasizes the rules of the competition. It says that one IP address is only allowed to vote for one vote. Once violations of the rules are discovered, the duplicate votes will be cleared immediately. He also said that the screening will be more stringent in the future..."
"This means, that apprentice Zoe really cheated on the IP?"
"It seems so."
Su Shan cheered and said: "I just said that there are still many good people in this world, and it is useful to fight against shady scenes, even the apprentices of jewelry masters are not immune!"
"I think," Rosa thought for a while, "this matter should not be as simple as being reported by passers-by..."
"what is that?"
It is more powerful capital that overwhelms capital—Xu Qiao answered this question in her heart.
She looked a little dazed, and suddenly received a call from Gao Rui. She hurried back to the studio, closed the door and pressed the connection: "Gao Rui's assistant."
"Miss Yu, Boss Xiao Cheng had a meeting all day, and it's still going on. He asked me to tell you on his behalf. He hasn't forgotten what he told you. Please rest assured."
"Oh, I just saw the announcement on the website." Xu Qiao rubbed her nose.
"Okay, if there's nothing else, I'll hang up first."
"Wait, that," Xu Qiao pondered for a while, "Did he have a meeting all day and didn't eat?"
Gao Rui was stunned for a moment and laughed: "I have eaten at noon, and dinner will probably be later. This year is coming to an end, and the group's endless annual summary meeting has recently been held. The reports submitted by various departments are piled up like a mountain. Xiao Cheng I always sleep for three or four hours a day, if I neglect you, please forgive me."
"Oh, then..." Xu Qiao cleared her throat, "Then tell him to pay attention to his body."
After finishing speaking, he quickly cut off the phone at the speed of "as long as I hang up quickly, I will not be able to catch up with me if I am shy".
On the other end of the phone, Gao Rui rushed back to the conference room and whispered Xu Qiao's words in Cheng Lang's ear.
The department manager who was making a report saw Mr. Cheng's face turn from cloudy to cloudy in a second, and then clear again. Finally, the corner of his mouth curled up, and he raised his hand and said, "Continue."
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After the first place was "Waterloo", the growth rate of votes for several players in the front row subtly slowed down.
Because there is no evidence, except for a few spectators discussing in a small area on the Internet forum, these voices of doubt did not cause much waves.
Xu Qiao understood that there may be more than one person swiping the ticket, but a large-scale attack will make the entire game lose its value. This is called killing one thousand and losing eight hundred. So Cheng Lang chose to kill the chicken to make an example to the monkey.
After the other contestants quietly stopped making small moves, Xu Qiao, who had been suppressed for a whole day, began to gradually climb up the ranking. After reaching the fifth place, she caught up to the third place within an hour.
The fight between capital and capital is not an easy task. Xu Qiao thought that this vigorous anti-shady method was already the limit Cheng Lang could do for her, and then she would resign herself to fate, but she did not expect that at nine o'clock in the evening Beijing time , a message popped up among the six people in the studio: "Go to Weibo to eat melons!"
Xu Qiao clicked on Weibo, and saw a hot topic at a glance—Zoe's closed disciple swiping tickets.
The group message popped up again: "This hot search keyword is absolutely dead, using "closed disciple" and "swiping tickets" as a gimmick, and not revealing who Zoe is, hooking the people who eat melons to see the details."
"Hundreds of causes must bear fruit, which is really satisfying. Who told the designer to hype under the name of a jewelry master at the beginning? This is where he got up from, and he will go back to where he is."
Xu Qiao swallowed nervously, recalling that Cheng Lang seemed to behave in the same way when he dealt with Cheng Ye and the Zhao family.
He does not "indiscriminately kill" innocent people, but if you are not innocent, you will definitely pay a heavy price for the crimes you have committed.
"Now the competition has gained attention in China. Take a look at the votes of Miss Yuli and another Chinese contestant, are they getting up?"
"It doesn't matter? We have a population of 1.4 billion and 800 million Internet users, are you kidding me?"
Holding the phone, Xu Qiao felt the palm of her hand feel heavy and a little bit hot—it didn't seem to be due to the heat transfer from the phone's battery.
—
In the next 20 hours of competition, all the contestants had to rely on their works to speak.
If you really want to say that Cheng Lang did anything substantive for the name "Yu Li", he just cleaned up her battlefield so that she would not be splashed with mud when she stood on the stage.
In terms of benefits, all the contestants who did not swipe their tickets benefited; in terms of cheating, another Chinese player also received extra attention from the Chinese people.
But where you can go in the end depends on each person's ability.
The next morning, another topic called "Jewelry hand-painted is beautiful and crying" appeared on the hot search list, but this matter has nothing to do with Cheng Lang, it is purely a chain reaction triggered by the hot search last night.
The melon-eating crowd had almost dispersed, and Xu Qiao stopped following Weibo and turned her attention back to the competition.
Her number of votes has been hovering between first and second since the morning, and another competitor is the legendary "twelve-year-old genius girl".
The two were chasing each other too tightly, and the other party probably didn't know much about it, but maybe because of the lessons learned from last night, they didn't take any special actions.
Today is New Year's Eve. At five o'clock in the evening, the rest of the studio got off work on time to celebrate New Year's Day. When Xu Qiao was asked about the arrangements for tonight, she said that someone would pick her up soon. After waving goodbye to everyone, she went into the studio.
Whether someone will pick her up is still unknown.
Cheng Lang has been too busy to pay attention to her for a long time. Their chat interface is still stuck on the "crying" emoji she sent, which looks so miserable and cannot be withdrawn.
As an independent woman in the new era, she felt that she couldn't live with her mobile phone like a boudoir. After thinking about it, she threw it into the office drawer and went back to the studio to continue retreating.
The whole building was quiet, only the clock on the wall was ticking away, and when the hands pointed to seven o'clock, Xu Qiao's heart tightened slightly.
Voting channel is closed.
When she checked the voting interface in the evening, she temporarily ranked first. But according to the general routine, people who are well prepared before the game may launch a wave of attacks at the last moment, smashing down the remaining tickets that can be drawn at once-this is not cheating, it can only be said to be a reasonable tactic. What about relatives and friends
So she really didn't have any relatives or friends, and she wasn't too happy too early.
She got up and walked to the door of the studio, wanting to go to the office to get her mobile phone to check the results, but just holding the doorknob, before opening the door, she suddenly heard footsteps coming from outside.
Men's leather shoes stepped on the spiral stairs, with steady and strong steps, and a familiar, smiling male voice also hit her eardrums: "The voting has ended, the votes are stable, you don't need to canvass votes with your good sisters. "
Xu Qiao opened the door.
Cheng Lang had just cut off the phone, walked up the stairs, saw her at a glance, stopped, and smiled deeper on his face: "Have you seen the result of the game?"
Xu Qiao shook her head and stared at him blankly: "Who were you calling just now? Did you actually canvass for my vote?"
"It's for your final sprint, but it's not me." Cheng Lang helped his temple, and seemed to have a headache, "My family... is more helpful."
Xu Qiao's eyelids trembled: "What is your family... who is it?"
"I love my mother who eats turkey."