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The content of the post was straightforward and carefree. Although the details of the case were not mentioned, Lingchu's name was mentioned.

There are also some exaggerations.

Thanks to the fact that there were not so many people who followed it back then, otherwise the First Military Region would not have let this post go.

Sigurd College, maybe it won't let Lingchu go.

It's fine now.

The enthusiasm is all positive, and it will not have any negative impact on Lingchu.

Even if this post was picked up, no one questioned it.

In the eyes of netizens, it became evidence that Lingchu was not a liar.

Lingchu was relieved, and after taking a look at the time, it was not too early. She posted again, confirming that the live broadcast would be live tomorrow night, and then quit the account to go to rest.

Lingchu went to rest, but the popularity on the Internet was once again pushed to a higher level because of her live broadcast.

Everyone is looking forward to it.

The number of comments in Lingchu's comment area continued to increase.

In the Imperial Star, inside the Marshal's Mansion.

Yan Xizhao also saw this post.

Since the phone call with Yan Chen, he has been on the Internet, paying attention to the news about Lingchu.

He even took the initiative to search for Lingchu's account.

However, it was not found.

Unexpectedly, Lingchu suddenly jumped out to open an account by himself.

Yan Xizhao checked Fan Lingchu's account, and there was basically no other information except his name.

Even without a photo, Lingchu's profile picture was still blank.

Not only that, Lingchu's posts were all about the live broadcast.

He couldn't see more of Lingchu's own private affairs, nor could he see anything about Yan Chen.

Yan Xizhao looked at Lingchu's watchlist again.

Except for going back to Sergeant Mi Yuan, Lingchu didn't pay attention to others.

And Yan Chen's account was also dead silent, and he never paid attention to Lingchu.

Could it be that he was thinking too much?
Yan Xizhao doubted life.

"Marshal, why haven't you rested yet?" Jialan pushed open the half-covered door and walked in with a bowl of medicine, "I thought you were already asleep."

Yan Xizhao stared at the projection screen of the terminal brain, "I'm going to sleep."

Jia Lan smiled and said, "Since you haven't fallen asleep yet, let's go to sleep after drinking the medicine. This is the medicine just prepared by the hospital of traditional Chinese medicine. It is good for your old injuries."

Yan Xizhao frowned when he smelled the bitterness in the decoction, but he took the decoction without thinking about it, "Okay, thank you."

He took the decoction and tested the temperature, it was just right.

In the next second, he picked up the soup and drank it down.

Jia Lan glanced at the page on the cast screen, it was an unfamiliar account, she wondered: "What were you looking at just now?"

Yan Xizhao swallowed the decoction, put the medicine bowl on the tray, took a sip of clear water, rinsed his mouth, and said: "It's nothing, I can't sleep, look at what happened on the Internet, keep up with the times with young people. "

Jia Lan laughed, "Your mentality is indeed much younger recently."

Yan Xizhao laughed, turned off the screen projection, remembered something, and asked Jialan: "Jialan, if you like someone, will you not follow her account?"

Jialan paused, "Why do you ask that? If it's someone I like, I should pay attention immediately."

Yan Xizhao said: "Yan Chen has a girl he likes, but he doesn't pay attention to her, what do you think is going on?"

Jia Lan hesitated and said, "Maybe it's because the young master doesn't like her that much?"

Yan Xizhao frowned, "How is it possible?"