Chapter 8
Early this morning, I received a message from an intern I supervise at work: "Sister, I want to show you something."
After taking a screenshot, I was dizzy. Several interns I was leading actually created a group to discuss the circle of friends I had posted.
The owner of the WeChat account in the screenshot happened to be this classmate’s younger brother, and it happened that both the siblings were interning under me at the time.
I looked at the various hypothetical "plans" in the screenshots. I was silent for a moment, then replied: "You asked your brother to drag me into the group."
Classmate: "Sister, what do you want to post in the group? I also want to join the group and watch the fun firsthand."
I said coldly: "I'm not the group leader."
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This classmate and I joined the group very quickly.
The group fell silent the moment I joined.
Just as I was about to say something, a storm of news came again.
I silently deleted what I was going to say, found the intern who was the group owner and said, "Please transfer the group ownership to me."
The classmate transferred it obediently.
After obtaining the group owner's authority, I looked at the bustling group, sneered, and waited.
The next second I changed the group name to "XX and her harem".
As long as I am shameless, shame cannot catch up with me.
Except for the classmate who joined the group at the same time as me, the others are male classmates in their third and fourth years of college. They are still in college, so they are all very thin-skinned.
Sure enough, the group suddenly became quiet.
I calmly sent a message: "The app has been uninstalled, the melon is gone, let's go."
Finally, I calmly transferred the responsibility back to the group owner and left the group.
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After leaving the group, I seemed calm, but in fact I was extremely panicked.
After complaining about my superficiality for the 108th time and regretting that I excitedly posted to the wrong circle of friends, I quietly found the female classmate who was still in the group and tactfully asked her to tell me what the group was talking about.
The female classmate said: "They are all curious about what the boy looks like."
Maybe we got along so well during the activities that they felt there was no generation gap between us, so the female classmate said bluntly: "Sister, I'm a little curious too."
I was in a trance for a moment and didn't want to say anything.
Perhaps because I had been silent for a long time, the female classmate stopped asking.
Finally, he said to me: "Sis, if you really like it, try it again."
Try it and you will die.
Well, after being in seclusion for an hour, I reinstalled the APP on the morning of September 25th.
It’s not that I want to develop a relationship, I just want to see your face and keep myself happy.
Well, that's it.
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