People outside were green with envy, and one after another they became jealous monsters.
When will this kind of good fortune fall on their heads?
While he was enjoying playing games, Shi Xing's large stack of property deeds was delivered.
Everyone stared in disbelief—so many red marriage certificates!
Some people stared wide-eyed at the stacks of property ownership certificates with envy.
Yuan Yuan was seeing so many property certificates for the first time, and her eyes lit up as she looked at Shi Xing: "Miss, can I take a picture with you?"
Shi Xing felt embarrassed by her address. It was one thing for her online fans to call her "Miss," but why did they have to call her that offline?
"Don't call me 'Young Miss,' just use a normal address."
Yuan Yuan felt a little embarrassed when she thought about how she used to call out the names her fans used when she got excited while playing games.
But Shi Xing was too kind-hearted, and she didn't sense her displeasure. Yuan Yuan boldly said, "I'm your fan, that's what fans call me."
Okay, it's a bit cringey, but you get used to it after a while.
Yuan Yuan was satisfied with getting the photo with her.
Shi Xing was without makeup, and standing next to Yuan Yuan who was fully made up, she not only didn't look bad, but actually stood out.
However, Yuan Yuan's smiling face looked quite adorable, and the two appeared harmonious and friendly.
"Miss, may I post on Weibo?"
Shi Xing took out one of her stacks of red marriage certificates and looked at it: "Sure, what's your Weibo nickname? I'll follow you."
Overwhelmed by this surprise, Yuan Yuan looked at her in a daze: "Really?"
"Could it be fake?" Shi Xing raised an eyebrow.
Yuan Yuan was delighted to see that her account had gained the attention of her idol. She also remembered that she had played games with her idol and that she had her idol's game account.
Today is truly a sunny, beautiful, and happy day.
She posted a Weibo post: "The young lady is such a kind person! Just like a fairy!"
The accompanying photo shows her with Shi Xing, and the next second her Weibo post shows "Only love 18 and 185" liked it.
[The mission to purchase a building in Shanglin Mansion is complete. The reward is personal ownership of Shanglin Mansion. The program has been modified to send it directly to the host's name.]
Shi Xing asked in surprise, "Why was it submitted directly to my name this time?"
In the past, didn't someone always have to handle the handover process?
099 replied in a leisurely, girlish voice, "Jiujiu thinks that's too much trouble. From now on, all rewards will be directly delivered to the host's name~"
"As expected, Jiu Jiu will always be my most considerate little darling. Love you~"
099 snorted: "Hmph, it's good that you know I'm good. I'm ranked number one!"
Shi Xingshun said, "Of course I know that you are not only ranked first in the system, but also ranked first in my heart."
099 smiled and said, "Good to know!"
The staff placed the property certificate in Shi Xing's passenger seat, and Shi Xing sat in the driver's seat, took a picture of it, and posted it on Weibo.
Only Love 18 and 185: Employee dormitory secured.
My phone kept vibrating the whole way home.
At that moment, several keywords appeared on Weibo's trending topics list.
#How much are these stack of Shanghai property certificates worth?# [Breaking News]
#Miss's Staff Dormitory# [Hot]
#What kind of car is the young lady riding in?# [Hot]
#Photo of the young lady with her fans# [New]
The comments section under her Weibo post was filled with discussions from her fans.
"Question: How much are these houses worth?"
"I'm curious what kind of car this is; I've never seen one like it before."
"Anyway, it's a sports car, so it's bound to be expensive."
"Good heavens, what kind of employee dormitory requires real estate?"
"Go look at the young lady's likes history. That girl's work uniform should belong to the salesperson who sold the house today."
Curious fans then went to Yuan Yuan's Weibo account.
As a result, Yuan Yuan's Weibo post, which had never received more than 500 likes before, instantly reached 100,000 likes, with comments pouring in one after another.
"I envy the young lady; she actually got to take a photo with the young lady."
Yuan Yuan replied to her: "Not only did we take a photo together, but I also played games with the young lady all afternoon. The young lady is incredibly good at games!"
"It's so sour, turns out I've become a lemon spirit."
Someone replied to this "sour lemon" person: "You little lemon person!"
"Are you Miss, your sales representative for today? I'd like to ask how much those houses cost?"
Yuan Yuan, who had long been eager to share, gave a rather subtle answer: "To put it simply, compared to before when I was directly allowed to transcend social classes and live a carefree life for the rest of my life..."
Her reply caused an uproar among her fans.
"When will it be my turn to have such a good thing!"
"Please let me enjoy a peaceful and carefree life without any reason."
"I was fired from Happy Planet."
"Please treat people in their twenties kindly in life."
"Be a good boy, or we won't live anymore."
"I want to become an octopus and slap eight people at once!"
"Enough! This damn world is not friendly to me at all!"
"At 22, I'm financially independent. I can buy two meat buns outright and walk into the classroom on my own. I'm not jealous at all." (Image caption: "A smile is a form of politeness.")
"I want to be a rich young lady's dog in my next life."
"It's probably not too late to die now, right?"
"Let's change the subject a bit. Ladies, you all need to go interview at Miss's company. They're hiring right now, and the benefits are amazing!"
"The people upstairs are advertising."
"It's true! YunChuang Technology is the young lady's company. I just graduated before the new year and went for an interview. I didn't expect to pass! I love this company so much! I can work for the young lady for the rest of my life!"
"The working class has gone mad."
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