They have participated in many online wars of words and have also defended their goddesses.
Now that Li Ji got the agreement but they didn't, they felt unbalanced.
"Li Ji, please don't be so mean. We have never seen the goddess in person. Please take us there this time."
Seeing the five brothers looking at him eagerly, Li Ji couldn't bear it.
After all, he was doing each other's work one by one.
Finally, he gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, but let me make it clear first, you can't say anything careless when you go there, especially the online quarrels. We have to leave a good impression on the goddess."
The rest of the people nodded. They were not stupid, so it was better not to talk about such troubles.
So, at ten o'clock in the morning, Wu Qiao saw six big boys from the Art Department in the office of "East Coast Sweetheart".
Those who study art are a bit literary and artistic, and a bit shy.
Except for Li Ji, the other five people saw Master Wu Qiao for the first time.
It’s so beautiful, much more beautiful than on TV and on posters.
The students in the art department all have sharp eyes. It is very rare to see artists without makeup like this.
"Sit down, what are you all standing there for?"
Wu Qiao glanced at Li Ji and saw that he lowered his head embarrassedly. He immediately understood what was going on.
It seems that these five people are also his supporters, and Li Ji is probably in a dilemma.
"I'll have someone bring in some milk tea. What flavor would you like?"
"ah……"
"Original flavor, we all want the original flavor."
When Li Ji saw one of them was about to speak, he quickly took over the conversation.
"Okay, then the original flavor."
Wu Qiao stood up and walked to the door, asking Chaoyang, who was waiting outside, to bring in milk tea and pastries.
As soon as I turned around, I saw Li Ji standing there with a picture album in his hands.
"Goddess... Goddess, this album was created by a few of us together. It's a gift for you."
The album contains oil paintings, watercolors, sketches, cartoons and many other types, but they are all portraits of myself.
Wu Qiao flipped through the pages slowly. This was a painting that was lovingly and carefully drawn.
"Thank you!"
"No, no... We like you, so of course we like painting you. We're just worried you won't like it."
One of the male students lowered his head and scratched his head, and after a long while he managed to utter these words.
"Now that you're here, don't be restrained. Just say whatever you want to say. Am I that scary?"
Wu Qiao chuckled and walked behind the desk, looking at the few people indifferently.
Finally, his gaze fell on Li Ji.
"Tell me about the verbal battle on the East Coast Sweethearts website."
Hearing Wu Qiao's question, several people looked at Li Ji together.
Li Ji's brows froze, not knowing how to explain.
In fact, it is normal for artists to have black fans, but he just couldn't bear to see his goddess being belittled, so he cursed.
If there is a first war of words, there will be a second one.
It still can't be controlled now. In short, the situation is serious.
"I'm sorry, I...I didn't expect things to turn out like this."
Li Ji pursed his lips and hung his head. Seeing this, the others didn't dare to speak.
Wu Qiao put down the album in his hand and thought for a while before speaking.
"I have too much negative information, whether it's true or not, and making excuses is not a shortcut.
You are my fans. In addition to wanting to bring you good works, I also want to protect you.
So there is no need to explain such things in the future. I am a Buddhist fan. As the saying goes, the truth is always on the side of the minority.
Sooner or later, they will find out that I am right."
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