Jiang Xun: "…"
Jiang Ying: "…"
"You call your opponent Little Baby?" Jiang Xun asked, pointing at the screen.
"It's not me." Jiang Ying quickly denied, "It's the app's fault."
Jiang Ying: "I just downloaded it not long ago, and I haven't fully researched this function."
"You really keep an eye on your opponent's news at all times." Jiang Xun was convinced.
Jiang Ying is more serious than being an idol when it comes to fighting with his opponent's fans.
If the "silhouettes" of his family can see this side, I don't know what they will think.
"I'm dedicated to my work." Jiang Ying said, "The trumpet pays attention to my opponent and keeps abreast of the battle situation. After all, my opponent has made me progress."
Then Jiang Ying's hand stopped in mid-air, and his expression became strange, between laughter and anger. If I had to describe it, it would be an angry smile.
Jiang Xun: "?"
Jiang Xun: "What's your expression like?"
Gu Wei in the end liked what, so Jiang Ying completely collapsed the expression management.
Jiang Ying spoke with difficulty, and handed the phone to Jiang Xun: "Brother, have you offended him recently?"
Jiang Xun: "?"
Jiang Ying: "I just said he just looked good, but he's actually rotten."
Jiang Xun: "?"
Jiang Ying: "No way, sorry brother, I want to laugh hahahahaha."
Jiang Ying: "Hahahaha, brother, you used to have this style of painting."
Jiang Xun took over the phone.
Jiang Xun pressed the screen to light up.
Jiang Xun took a closer look.
Jiang Xun: "…"
The app jumped to Weibo, which showed that Gu Weigang had liked a Weibo. The content of this Weibo looked unfamiliar, but the Weibo id looked familiar—
That's his own Weibo.
Taking a closer look, it was still a Weibo he posted when he was thirteen years old.
Jiang Xun, a junior high school student ten years ago, posted a Weibo with zero comments, zero retweets and zero likes, and a non-mainstream sour taste. It was dug out by someone's Luoyang shovel and clicked a bright like. .
See you again.
Whip the corpse in public.
@TMW-Xun: Lonely night, lonely rain, lonely search, waiting for lonely you. [lighting a cigarette]