Jiang Weiwei replied one by one to those old classmates who took the initiative to support him and thanked them.
Then she quit her microblog and never cared about the ups and downs on the Internet.
She stood up and said, "it's too late today. I'll sleep with you. Let's go to the classmate's meeting tomorrow morning."
Su Jiu was still brushing his microblog. He said, "OK."
Her fingers moved and tapped on the mobile phone screen.
At this time, her head did not hurt, her heart was not angry, and there were only two words left in her mind——
battle!
She wants to turn grief and anger into strength and fight those slightly slandered keyboard men to the end!
Jiang Wei pushed the door and went out.
She often comes to Su Jiu's house. Su Jiu specially reserved a room for her, which is next to Su Jiu's room.
In this room, there are some things for Jiang micro tubes, and her clothes in the wardrobe. She skillfully took out her pajamas and underwear, went into the bathroom to take a bath, dried her hair and went to bed.
A good night's dream.
When she woke up, it was more than eight o'clock the next morning.
Jiang Weiwei finished washing, put on his clothes, simply painted a light makeup, and then knocked on the door of the next room.
After knocking for a while, no one came to open the door. Jiang Wei simply shouted at the top of his voice.
"Su Xiaomei, it's time to get up!
Su Xiaomei is Su Jiu's nickname. Only her family and Jiang Weiwei know her nickname. She wants face. She dislikes that the nickname is too earthy. Usually, no one is allowed to call her name.
Soon the door was opened.
Su Jiu stared at the head of the chicken nest and two dark circles under her eyes, showing a decadent look of excessive indulgence.
She stared at Jiang Wei without expression.
"Don't call me Su Xiaomei!"
Jiang looked at her up and down slightly: "did you just wake up? Or did you stay up all night? "
"I've been fighting those sprays all night. How can I have time to go to bed?" Su Jiu yawned as she said.
She turned and walked back. Jiang Weiwei followed in. She saw that the quilt on the bed had hardly moved. There were mobile phones and iPads on the tea table. Both of them had no electricity. Now they were plugged in with charging lines. Su Jiu must have spent the night on the sofa holding mobile phones and iPads.
Jiang Wei said silently, "are you?"
Su Jiu fell on the bed and said weakly, "you don't know how hateful those people are. You don't know anything. You just talk nonsense. I'm bored when I look at them. I have to go back."
"You can't do it without looking?"
"No! I already know about it, so I can't pretend not to know! "
Jiang Weiwei sat on the sofa, picked up Su Jiu's iPad and looked at it. He found that this guy had sent nearly 1000 microblogs all night, and each microblog was fighting against each other. It can be said that his combat effectiveness was quite fierce.
By her doing so, her fans are like beating chicken blood, swarming to join the online battle.
Finally, they really let them step on those sprayers.
Now as soon as there is a spray, Su Jiu's fans can rush up and trample on each other.
As for the spring cherry blossoms that first spoke on heijiang, they have been stepped on so much that they dare not speak. The microblog is offline and is estimated to be hiding.
Jiang Weiwei had to sigh: "you are so powerful!"
Su Jiu turned to her and smiled triumphantly, "don't you see who I am? If I dare to black Su Jiu's best friend, I have to let them know why the flowers are so red! "
Jiang Wei threw away his iPad and looked at the time: "it's 8:30. We have to go to the classmate's meeting at noon. Can you still go like this?"
Su Jiu patted the bed board: "go! Must go! Xiaoyu dumped me. I have to find a new boyfriend. I remember there were some good-looking boys in the high school class. I have to go and see if they are disabled? If I don't have a long disability, I'll hook up with one. Later, I'll take my new boyfriend to see Joe Yudong and let him know that I'm not wanted. Even if I leave him, I can still live well! "
Jiang Weiwei expressed admiration for her ambition.
"Since you're going to attend the classmate meeting, get up quickly. You'll be late again."
Su Jiu, like a zombie, stretched out two straight arms: "come and help AI Jia. AI Jia can't get up."
Jiang Weiwei walked over and dragged her out of bed.
In order to cover the two thick dark circles around her face, Su Jiu specially painted herself a smoky makeup, coupled with a black motorcycle coat and black boots, and the smell of dark punk came to her face.
She pulled a red chain bag behind her and went out with fighting spirit.
Jiang Wei wants to drive his own car and is stopped by Su Jiu.
"Your car is too low-key. Drive my car and promise to attract a lot of attention as soon as you come out!"
Su Jiu said and patted the red Maserati around her.
Jiang Wei looked at the bright and arrogant sports car and said helplessly, "just be happy."
Su Jiu drove Jiang Wei to the crescent moon building.
On the way, Jiang Weiwei received a wechat from Song Jin.
Recall: have you started yet?
Wei: it's on the road. It's about twenty minutes away.
Recall: OK, when you arrive, send me a wechat and I'll pick you up downstairs.
Twenty minutes later, Jiang Weiwei and Su Jiu successfully arrived at the Wanyue building.
Without Su Jiu's accident, as soon as her windy red sports car appeared, it attracted the attention of many people at the door of the crescent moon building.
Su Jiu threw the key to the doorman, asked the doorman to help her park the car, and slipped him two hundred yuan bills as a tip.
The doorman thanked him with joy.
Su Jiu took Jiang Wei to the crescent moon building. As soon as she entered the door, she saw Song Jin.
Today, he wore a white shirt, light blue jeans under it, and his gentle and handsome appearance made people feel in a trance for a moment, as if he had returned to high school.
When Su Jiu first saw him, he couldn't help smacking his tongue and quietly said to Jiang Wei around him.
"Apart from his character, his appearance is really good. No wonder he can be selected as the grass of our grade."
Jiang Wei couldn't help thinking that if Gu Fei also read a class with her, the title of grade grass would not fall on Song Jin. Gu Fei could dump Song Jin a few blocks regardless of his appearance or temperament.
Song Jin was obviously waiting for them here. Seeing the two of them appear, he immediately greeted them and greeted them with a smile.
"Tiny, Su Jiu."
His eyes stayed on Jiang Weiwei for two more seconds.
Jiang Wei asked, "where are they?"
Song Jin said, "they have all gone to the private room upstairs, and Miss Qiu is also there."
Mr. Qiu was their head teacher in high school.
Three people take the elevator upstairs.
When I entered the private room, I found that there were two tables full.
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