Jiang Mingxi, who knew nothing about the Internet storm, finally arrived at the stage carrying a bag of corn.

"Why is your bag so torn? The corn is almost coming out." Zhao Jiayuan, who arrived first, pointed at the snakeskin bag that Jiang Mingxi put down and asked.

Jiang Mingxi rubbed his shoulders and said with a smile: "I just fell down accidentally."

Song Lan looked towards him.

Jiang Mingxi immediately came up to Song Lan and said, "Teacher Song, don't worry. I didn't fall. It was Yumi who fell."

Song Lan didn't even look at him again and walked back.

Jiang Mingxi followed closely beside them, and when people ignored him, he found ways to talk.

"Teacher Song, are you tired? Let me massage your shoulders. Are you thirsty? Let me get you a bottle of water."

Song Lan walked with his eyes looking forward, without saying a word.

[Is Jiang Mingxi annoying?! ]

[He is the person I hate the most, no doubt about it! ]

[Every day I sincerely hope that Jiang Mingxi will die! ]

[Although, Song Lan didn't chase Jiang Mingxi away, and...wasn't she a bit nice?]

[Ahhhh, sister, finally someone has spoken my heart out, I was too scared to even kowtow! ]

[Are you sick? Not chasing Song Lan away is a sign of self-restraint. How can you even say this? These are Jiang Mingxi's hired trolls. Get lost!]

The barrage was full of curses.

Zhao Jiayuan pointed and talked.

"Jiang Mingxi really likes Song Lan?" Zhao Jiayuan turned and said to Chen Chong.

Chen Chong rolled her eyes at him. "You have a problem with your X function, and you worry about so much."

Zhao Jiayuan: ???

"Fuck your grandpa!" He jumped up and hit Chen Chong.