Chapter 444 The Crown Prince's Little Darling 9
The next morning, Bo Yan went out for a morning run. On his way back, he passed by a breakfast shop and, as if possessed, went in and bought two meat buns.
I didn't bring my phone with me.
My pace quickened unconsciously as I returned to my lodgings.
The phone was on the dining table in the living room. After placing the meat bun next to it, Bo Yan went into the bathroom to rinse it off.
Five minutes later, the boy sat at the dining table looking refreshed.
He picked up the steamed bun while swiping the screen with the other hand.
The four-person group already has 99+ members.
Fan Jingtian tagged him early in the morning to discuss the activity plan for tomorrow.
Bo Yan opened the dialog box.
(Good morning! Have you eaten yet?)
Bo Yan seemed to only then remember "its" existence, replying coldly and indifferently: (Oh, I'm eating it now.)
(I see! You're eating a steamed bun!)
Bo Yan subconsciously turned around the room but found nothing suspicious.
It's impossible for a mobile phone to have a camera hole.
So, how exactly did "it" know that?
Could it be true?
After death, it was reincarnated and became an input method.
Because they awakened their consciousness, they glimpsed the secrets of heaven and knew how to become human.
Tsk...outrageous.
Bo Yan did not believe in ghosts or gods; he only looked at the facts.
Bo Yan: (Are you hungry?)
To maintain her public image, Song Jinhuan said: (I starved to death, of course I'll be hungry.)
Bo Yan: (So what will you eat?)
Song Jinhuan: (If you chat with people more, I won't be so hungry.)
Happiness can make people temporarily forget their troubles.
Bo Yan then remembered the upgrade the little beggar had mentioned.
(You need to write at least 20,000 words in conversations to level up, right?)
(right!)
Bo Yan: (Now that I know you exist, do you think this is a valid conversation?)
Song Jinhuan was pleasantly surprised: (Can I really chat with you?)
At this point, Bo Yan had not yet realized the seriousness of the matter. Based on everything that had happened before, he thought that the little beggar would at most be more enthusiastic about food.
He doesn't have many friends on his contact list, nor does he have many groups.
The only lively thing right now is in small groups of four people. "It" probably just posts in those small groups.
Bo Yan: (Hmm.)
Song Jinhuan rubbed her hands together, (Thank you~)
It's time to unleash our full potential and go all out!
She needs to reach level ten in one day!
Her thin, upturned eyes looked quite polite.
Saturday: Do homework and handle some official business.
Long ago, some of the Bo family's businesses were transferred to his name and put under his management.
It's a kind of exercise.
Bo Yan turned on his computer, logged into his work software, and began to handle his tasks.
The phone was placed beside me, its screen lit up as dialog boxes kept appearing.
Bo Yan glanced at the messages occasionally and saw them being quickly scrolled up in the small group chat of four people.
Without realizing it, he became completely absorbed in his work and stopped paying attention to his phone.
Mr. Bo, who was thousands of miles away, was reading the morning paper.
My phone suddenly vibrated.
His old friend must have invited him fishing; he's really early.
He picked up his phone to reply, but was taken aback when he saw who had sent the message.
After clicking on it and seeing the content, I frowned even more.
Grandpa Bo pushed his reading glasses up a little. Hmm...strange.
Ayan: [Hi~]
The little tail that followed was so endearing; it didn't seem like Bo Yanfa at all.
The old man remembered that Bo Yan had asked him to send a cell phone, and guessed that the other party's phone was probably gone.
This person is very likely a scammer!
Grandpa: [If you're not Bo Yan, then who are you?]
Song Jinhuan greeted the people online at the same time, and several people replied in exactly the same way as Old Master Bo!
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