Hearing the name Qiao Yimo, Fu Zhiying became angry and said with little patience: "Qiao Yimo is the real Qingqing, and Qingqing is also her, do you understand?"

Fu Zhiying finished roaring, and immediately rubbed her little hand pitifully.

After writing a thousand-word review for an hour, her hand was about to break.

After listening to Qiao Anchu, he smiled and shook his head, how could it be possible, ho ho!

Fu Zhiying likes to joke more and more!

Qiao Yimo is Qingqing? Qing Qing is Qiao Yimo?

What the hell is Fu Zhiying joking!

This joke is not fun at all!

She didn't believe it!

"Zhiying, don't tease me, how could she be Qingqing, hahahahaha!" Qiao Anchu laughed, his face turned black.

"What lie to you? Lin Murong, who hosted the 10th Collaboration Conference, came to Qingbei University to pick her up. It has been proved that she is Qingqing, and she has now gone to the 10th Writers Association Conference to run for the chairmanship! "Fu Zhiying almost said this sentence through gritted teeth.

Qiao Anchu's fists tightened with Fu Zhiying's words.

She clenched fists with both hands, her face looked incredulous.

Lin Murong went to Qingbei University to pick her up to attend the collaboration conference?

She wants to run for chairman?

Oh, fake it!

Qiao Anchu shook his head, the corners of his lips twitched lightly, and his originally piercing eyes became hollow and weak.

"Are you still listening?" Fu Zhiying rubbed her hands, her hands so sore that she couldn't hold the phone securely, "If there is something wrong, contact me later..."

Fu Zhiying hadn't finished speaking, and a beep came from the end of his nod.

Obviously, it was Qiao Anchu who hung up.

Fu Zhiying gritted her teeth and rubbed her hands back to the classroom.

She must sue her brother, Qiao Yimo can't bear it!

The other side.

After Qiao Anchu hung up the phone, he opened Weibo with his hands stiff, and followed the prompts to enter the live broadcast room of the 10th Writers Association Conference.

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At the same time, the other side.

The on-site voting of the 10th Writers Association Conference has also ended, and the staff are counting the final votes in the background.

Lin Murong looked confident, "It's up to you to be on stage later."

Qiao Yimo curled her lips helplessly, "So sure it's me?"

Lin Murong covered his mouth and smiled: "If it weren't for you, then there must be shady."

"Okay." Qiao Yimo tilted Erlang's legs and brushed his hair. "You will be on stage for me later, I don't want to be in the limelight!"

Lin Murong smiled without saying a word, and didn't want to agree.

Backstage staff.

One of the staff members smiled and said, "This ticket still needs to be counted? It must be Qingqing first!"

Someone echoed: "Yes, if she comes to participate, you can use your toes to know that she will definitely get the first vote."

"Hahahahaha, and many of the authors at the scene are fans of Qingqing!"

"If Qingqing is not the first, everyone will definitely say that there is shady."

Several people said and calculated. Genius remembers for a second

After a few minutes of precise calculation, the data was finally submitted to the host, and the host finally forwarded it to Lin Murong for an announcement.

Before Lin Murong took the stage, he left a sentence, "Qingqing, you will be on stage later."

Qiao Yimo helplessly, smiled and shook his head.

Lin Murong came to the stage and accepted the manuscript in the hands of the host. The second he saw the number of votes, his slightly squinted eyes opened slightly.

Gradually, his face turned pale and it was difficult to breathe!

I saw four characters written all over his face: incredible!

When everyone saw this, they couldn't help whispering one after another: "What is Secretary Lin's expression?" JrNovels.com