Madam, Your Sockpuppet is Lost Again!

Chapter 400 Chapter 400

qr?

Concerning Qin Yue, Qin Xiuchen directly clicked on qr's homepage.

Ten million followers, and other information, are completely blank.

But there is a Weibo certification--

[OST Team Member QR]

qr Ruo Qin Xiuchen is a little strange, but QR Qin Xiuchen is not strange at all, he even built a new account and added friends with QR.

Qin Wei is a member of the OST team?

Emperor Qin Ying hasn't figured out anything yet, the agent's phone call again.

"Read it," the agent was still in the studio. He stood by the window with a slit in the window and a white smoke between his fingers. "That qr is the founder of God."

A line has been analyzed on Weibo.

Qin Qin's QR for playing games is OST, QR.

OST and QR, according to Yang Fei's introduction in Modu last year, are veterans of the OST team.

Netizens found the video of the Magic City last year.

In the video, Qin Yun wears a black mask, but her temperament is not suppressed by a mask. Through the lens, she can see the willfulness of her eyebrows.

The 9 **** cards bugs on the QR game page, according to the analysis of the game god, are not bugs, because the creators of the **** cards can copy the three **** cards they created, and Qin Yue's nine **** cards are superimposed.

Four years ago, things were too far away. Only a few people remembered Yang Fei's words that he would bring his teammate's ace to win the championship.

At this point, it is easy to reach a conclusion.

QR is qr on Weibo, the founder of Shenpai.

Emperor Qin Ying had no concept of the founder of God. After listening to the agent, he smiled, screwed the car key again, put on the Bluetooth headset, and always had a layer of laughter on his indifferent rigorous face: "苒苒 Game has been Have a great time. "

It sounded a little proud.

He drove the car slowly down the avenue.

On the other side of the phone, the agent reached out and played soot, listening to Qin Yingdi ’s words, his deep eyes narrowed and he was silent for a while, then he said very lightly: “Qin Yingdi, you may not know, create the **** card , The above skills, magical moves, and appearances all require programming. "

It's not an ordinary game. You can create your own personal characters.

If it were otherwise, the broker might not be so anxious to tell Qin Xiuchen.

But Qin Yun can program ...

The broker knows that this is crucial for Qin Xiuchen and the Qin family.

"Stab it--"

The car suddenly stopped in the middle of the road.

In the darkness, Qin Xiuchen, who was sitting in the driver's seat, slowly raised his head, and always had a handsome and cracked face on Junmei's indifferent face.

**

Ting Lan.

After Qin Ling sent a message to Qin Ling, she had just taken a shower and wanted to go to the computer and suddenly walked—

Turn around and open the door.

Cheng Yan leaned out of the door, his hands around his chest, his white fingertips knocking his arms slowly, hearing the sound, he turned his head lazily and looked at her, his dark eyes squinted with light.

For a long while, sighed.

Qin Yan raised his eyebrows and let him in sideways. "What?"

"Just, can you ..." Cheng Ye knows that she has always paid no attention to things on the Internet. She plays games at most, signs up for Weibo, and doesn't post one content a year.

Qin Wei found a towel and continued to wipe his hair, watching him while wiping, motioned him to continue.

Cheng Yan didn't come in, still leaning on the door frame, his figure was slender. He looked at Qin Yan, and he said slowly, "Cover your vest well."

Qin Yan held his hand.

She threw the towel and picked up the phone on the table.

Nan Huiyao called her five times.

Xing Kai called her three times.

Lin Siran called her ten times.

Lu Zhaoying called her twenty.

Qin pursed his lips.

Behind him, Cheng Wei opened Weibo to show her the equations calculated by netizens.

Qin Yan: "..."

She opened the chair blankly, turned on the computer, pressed the editor again, and entered a string of code.

Pressing the keyboard "crackly" showed her irritability at the moment.

Cheng Min picked up the towel she threw on the table and looked at Qin Hui like this, with a headache--

Deleting hot searches, deleting posts, and deleting Weibo at this moment are useless, because you should know everything you know.

especially……

With this deletion, people who would have doubts would choose to believe without hesitation.

Very ... want to cover.

just……

Looking at Qin Yun's cold and fretful face, Cheng Yan coughed and said nothing.

five minutes later.

All netizens eating melon found that they refreshed again, and the Weibo they saw showed "deleted". All posts on QR and qr on Weibo seemed suspicious and disappeared completely.

Then click into Weibo, the "qr" that had jumped to the hot search number one suddenly disappeared, was pressed to the second word, and returned to the first.

Netizens couldn't find qr because of it.

After about twenty minutes.

Among the qr hot topics, a microblog was born —

CJ: Shh, it's mad.

Someone secretly saved the screenshot, and compared it. It is the first friend page exposed by QR in "Idol Twenty-Four Hours". .

One after another comment.

[(Whispering), I see. 】

[(Shh), understand. 】

[……]

But I do n’t know, because all the news about QR posts on Weibo have disappeared, the program group, the agent, and the big netizens fans have eaten melons and passers-by have adored qr from the heart.

The bright black Weibo and hot search deletion also made Weibo dare not say a word ...

**

The next day, at 10 am.

Qin Yue went to send a book to Qin Ling.

She drove over by herself today, Cheng Cheng was pressed by her at home, and Cheng Mu did not dare to drive her.

As soon as the door opened, it was Qin Hanqiu.

"Well, don't you really stay for dinner today?" Qin Hanqiu looked back at the time on the wall clock. "It's almost time for dinner."

She didn't plan to eat here last night.

Qin Yun took off his scarf coldly, but she was still polite to Qin Hanqiu, "OK."

Qin Hanqiu asked casually without hope. At this time, after hearing her answer, she waited for a second or two before returning to the kitchen in surprise and crackling and started preparing lunch.

The room was air-conditioned. Qin Yue reached out and unbuttoned his coat, and went directly to Qin Ling's room.

Qin Ling is sitting in front of the computer and playing games with friends he knows at school.

Seeing Qin Yue coming in, he speeded up and finished playing politely, saying goodbye to his classmates, and then turned back in surprise, a pair of good-looking eyes were very bright, "Sister."

Qin Yue gave a random "um", and then threw the black book in his hand to Qin Ling's desk.

"Upgraded version of the book." She dragged a chair and sat down, concise.

Qin Ling reached out and turned. He wanted to take a look at it at random. He couldn't come out when he turned to the first page.

Outside the door, Qin Hanqiu called and asked Qin Xiuchen whether he would come to eat at noon.

Qin Xiuchen had an announcement today. He came too late at noon.

I only heard that Qin Yun was here, Qin Xiuchen lowered his eyes, and thought for about a minute before he agreed to Qin Hanqiu.

"Little niece is back?" The agent drove Qin Xiuchen to Yunjin District, and he was a little excited now.

Qin Xiuchen was sitting in the back seat, leaning on the back of the chair, and seemed to be tired. His eyes were half squinted, and his eyelashes cast a light shadow. Listening to the agent's words, his eyelashes trembled, and then "um" .

The agent looked at the rear-view mirror. Qin Xiuchen seemed to be asleep. He reached out and turned off the music in the car without disturbing Qin Xiuchen.

Twenty minutes later, nearly twelve o'clock, the two arrived at Qin Hanqiu's house.

Qin Hanqiu happily came out with a spatula and asked the two if they wanted any food. After getting the answer, they got back to the kitchen happily.

Qin Xiuchen sat on the sofa in silence.

The agent scanned the room and did not see Qin Yue, he realized that Qin Yue must be in Qin Ling's room.

He reached down and pushed down his glasses, and sadly sat on the sofa.

Looking down, he took out his mobile phone and brushed Weibo, trying to press the surging mood: "Qin Yingdi, was your niece doing all the anger to delete all Weibo posts last night?"

Really big deal.

It ’s scary that Weibo officials dare not push the QR **** card. If it is not for the major netizens, they have secretly saved screenshots. If it is not for "Idol Twenty-four Hours", they can still take nine screenshots of the **** card. Everyone Almost thought it was a dream.

Qin Xiuchen pursed his lips. He poured himself a glass of water and lowered his eyes, still indifferent, without speaking.

The agent leaned on the sofa and flipped on Weibo.

Trying to search for the news of the **** card, still nothing.

He regretted to quit Weibo.

Just saw the news that just refreshed to a netizen——

[From last night to now, why hasn't anyone paid attention to the Beijing Association? I pondered that the Beijing Association still maintains a great connection with M Zhou, and it has not fallen. 】

**

To be honest, when I wrote about the hotel owner before, it was really tears.

good night.

(End of this chapter)