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Chapter 151 Cutting Peach Blossoms (Part 2)
There was a moment of silence in the group, and the next moment it was replaced by a continuous scream, with "Ahhhhhhhhh" everywhere!
Although many people have not forgotten what happened last time, at this moment, nothing is more important than seeing the baby, so everyone chooses to ignore it.
The mothers flocked to number 1,398, shouting "@".
Fan Jinjun listened to the incessant beeps on her computer, and the frustration that had been building up in her heart for over a week finally dissipated a little. After waiting for a while, she slowly typed: [Let's set up a lottery, and give it to whoever wins.]
This is possible. As the group leader, I will do it immediately.
While waiting, everyone started asking questions immediately.
[Number 1,398, you should have kept one for yourself, right? That makes four tickets total. Where did you get so many tickets?]
[It must be an internal ticket. There are over 80 people in my office trying to get one, but they couldn't get one. It's impossible that all four tickets were snatched, right?]
I have a friend who works on the Guyun Tiancheng production team. I heard that Brother Ruan asked the production team for a few insider tickets. Did they give them all to you?
[I don't think they gave all of them. My friend is the assistant to the program producer. It is said that Ruan Ge only asked for three tickets, but the producer directly gave him ten.]
[Holy crap, that's almost halfway through. This relationship is too strong!]
[Ahem, I'm starting to overthink things again. Number 1,398, please give me a definite answer.]
As if having just seen their message, number 1398 replied: [Just a few tickets, don't think too much]
Everyone started laughing.
Of course, there are those who choose to ignore it, and there are also those who still remember it clearly and have bad tempers. After reading the chat records in the circle, they couldn't help but fight back.
[Mama No. 257: I'm afraid they're trying to mislead people again. It's not certain whether they actually have tickets. Everyone, please be careful with your words, or No. 18 will come out and slap you in the face again.]
Everyone: Cough cough cough cough.
You know what, I'm a little scared.
But speaking of this, everyone suddenly remembered that it seemed that number 18 had never appeared?
Someone who was familiar with Number 18 tagged her and asked, "I'm going to work. How's it going? Did you get a ticket?"
Number Eighteen has been peeking at the screen.
She was already frustrated enough that she didn't get the ticket, but before she had time to complain, that damn number 1,398 appeared again, making her even more frustrated.
But there was no way. She didn't even have her own ticket at the moment. Even if she wanted to fight back, she didn't have the confidence. She could only stare at the screen and pretend to be dead.
But now that I was tagged, I couldn’t pretend anymore and could only type three words in anger: [I didn’t get it]
After the call, I was about to throw the phone aside to pretend I didn't see it, but at this moment, a private message popped up.
Number 18 clicked on it casually, but when he saw the message in the private message, his eyes suddenly widened in disbelief.
What follows is intense excitement!
Hey hey hey!
She, the face-slapping tool No. 18 is here again, No. 1938, get slapped!
In the support group.
After a brief silence, everyone comforted Number 18, saying, "It's okay, it's okay. No one else got it. You're just one of the 1,398th."
[It's good that you didn't get one. You can see Jingzi every now and then. If you get the ticket again, those of us who have never even seen Jingzi will have no chance of survival.]
[That's right, I should find out about my daughter-in-law's identity when I have time. I'm still waiting to become a grandmother!]
Fan Jinjun had just mosaiced the photo of the ticket and posted it to the group when she saw these chat logs. Her eyes immediately darkened, and after a pause, she typed again: [Sorry, I only got tickets for the last two rows of the inner field. Friends who are selected later, please remember to send me your address in a private message and I will send you the tickets.]
Pause for a few seconds: [Although I occasionally see Jingzai in person due to work, this is Jingzai's first time participating in a program. I still really want to go and see it live. Is Eighteen the same?]
@mama18, I wish you good luck.
It was already a naked provocation. Number 18 was so angry that he laughed. The others were too embarrassed to speak. The people who had previously tagged Number 18 regretted it so much that they wanted to withdraw the message.
Number Eighteen took a few deep breaths to calm down his anger, and began to press the phone screen hard.
【[Smile]】
[Sorry, I had some work to do and ran away, so I didn’t have time to finish what I was saying.]
[I mean, I didn't get a ticket, but I have seven tickets here. I'm keeping one for myself, and I have six extra. @麻麻一号, can you help me set up a lottery too?]
【picture】
The news stopped abruptly. The mothers looked at the picture of seven tickets, which were for seats in the fifth row of the inner field, and fell into a mysterious silence.
Mama 18th: @Mama 1398th, thank you, but no thanks [smile]
Respond with naked provocation.
Fan Jinjun's face in front of the computer had turned blue and red, and the hand holding the ticket suddenly tightened.
Messages in the chat box continue to be picked out.
[The slap in the face came so fast like a storm, @麻麻十八号 [well done]]
[Well, Brother Ruan asked for three tickets, and the producer gave him ten, which means there are seven extra tickets. So, the extra tickets all ended up in the hands of Eighteen?]
What a great class! @麻麻十八号, is your company still shortlisted? I'm a 985 graduate with a master's degree and three years of work experience. Looking for recommendations!
So the question is, where did the four tickets for number 1,398 come from? They couldn't have been stolen, right?
【……】
Of course it couldn't have been stolen, it must have been obtained illegally.
Xie Xihe looked at the ticket-grabbing app that had just been detected, curled the corners of his lips, and glanced sideways at the man beside him: "It's quite attractive for romance."
Sheng Shijing's expression remained unchanged: "I just want to attract a peach blossom."
He looked back and saw the hand under the table holding Xie Xihe's: "I've recruited him."
As for the rest, just cut it off.
Sheng Shijing looked at Ruan Shaohuai, who was sitting at the next table, and ordered, "Find someone to check and make a list of all the tickets that were snatched through informal channels and hand it over to the production team."
Ruan Shaohuai: “…Okay.”
He was just watching the fun and ended up finding trouble for himself?
If I had known this earlier, I wouldn’t have said it!
Sheng Shijing had already looked at Xie Xihe and asked, "When do you want to see her?"
To be honest, if it weren't for what happened today, Xie Xihe would have almost forgotten about this "Miss Yun", but since she was so restless, it was indeed not appropriate to keep her any longer.
Xie Xihe thought for a moment and said, "After the competition is over tomorrow."
Sheng Shijing: "Okay."
Fan Jinjun didn't know that Sheng Shijing and others had been watching her both times. After she finally calmed down, she walked towards the center of the training camp.
Another team was about to go on a mission, and she agreed to let Zhu Ming tell their fortunes...
(End of this chapter)
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