The life of a scholar of the system vase girl

Chapter 65

As a result, she went to see the photo she least wanted to see!Photos from her junior high school days!That photo that is called trash Yao's disgrace!
"This! What's going on here! Why is there this photo here?!" Seeing the photo of her in junior high school, Yao Anyi covered her mouth in horror.

If you want to talk about what Yao Anyi is most afraid of, there is one thing, and that is the photos of her from elementary school to junior high school. She feels that it is her shame. Seeing the photos at that time, she will lose control, and the photos of her from elementary school to junior high school, All of them were burned by her, so she was so shocked after seeing this photo of the town building.

After Yao Anyi calmed down, she continued to look at the post. When she saw the video, she was thinking in her heart that there are not many people in this video, and those rich second generations will not be idle Just post this video of her and Song Jiaran.

Just as Yao Anyi continued to read in doubt, when she saw the chat records between her and Liu Yan, she thought in her heart, could it be that Liu Yan has turned his back! ?She betrayed her? !
No!impossible!Liu Yan hated Song Jiaran so much, and she sent these chat records, what good would it do her.

When she saw that her name was green, she was completely shocked!
This is a screenshot from her computer!But, but...

Suddenly Yao Anyi's eyes lit up, could it be a hacker?But it's impossible for hackers to post such inexplicable posts, and she and Song Jiaran don't know any hackers.

Just when Yao Anyi really couldn't figure out what was going on with this matter, and she didn't know why someone would suddenly deal with her like this, and she knew so many things.

She subconsciously continued to pull down the post, but after she saw that the comments below were all scolding her, the last string in her mind broke with a bang.

Yao Anyi angrily logged into her own forum account, and was replying to the post, thinking in her heart that this place is on the Internet anyway, and no one would know that she replied, so she tried her best to discredit Song Jiaran and hugged herself. complain.

But the netizens on the Internet are not fools. Seeing Yao Anyi's shameless reply, they all rushed to complain about Yao Anyi.

Although Yao Anyi has a lot of scheming, she is still a girl. After being sprayed by a group of old fried dough sticks on the Internet, both meat and vegetarian, Yao Anyi completely fainted, quit the forum, turned off the computer, and sat on the chair in a daze.

"What the hell is going on...?" Yao Anyi murmured foolishly. Now when she thought of those people who insulted her on the Internet, she was very angry!Why did they scold her like that!She did nothing wrong!People don't kill heaven and earth for themselves, she is controlling her own future, she is preparing for her future.

After Yao Anyi thought of this, she picked up her mobile phone and dialed Liu Yan's number.

"Hello." Liu Yan's voice came from the mobile phone very quickly, and there seemed to be crying in that voice.

Listening to Liu Yan's distressed voice, Yao Anyi frowned and asked, "Did you post the chat records on the forum? Why are the chat records between the two of us posted online."

"Where do I have time to go online now, hmph, forget it, those things may be sent by Song Jiaran, don't call me in the future, goodbye." After Liu Yan finished speaking, she quickly hung up The phone call, she is completely scared by Song Jiaran now, she is afraid, if Song Jiaran is upset, she puts her diary in front of the person she likes, so even if she doesn't like Song Jiaran now , but she won't do anything to Song Jiaran anymore, of course she doesn't dare, or even has no ability to deal with Song Jiaran.

Seeing that Liu Yan had actually hung up on her, Yao Anyi was thinking about what Liu Yan said just now, and couldn't help frowning, as if she had an answer in her heart, but she was also very dissatisfied. Yes or no.

Because in her eyes, Song Jiaran is not that powerful, she is just a computer novice, where can she get those things?and!Why is she posting that stuff?
Just when Yao Anyi couldn't figure it out, in a dark room, a teenager with messy hair was gnawing bread, looking at the hottest post on the computer, when he saw In the video, after Song Jiaran took the red wine and poured it all over Yao Anyi's head very imposingly, his mouth gnawing on the bread stopped.

The boy sitting in front of the computer had long bangs on his forehead, a pair of black-rimmed glasses on his nose, and a look of shock on his pale face.

"Girl, goddess...?!" The boy's eyes widened and he almost pressed his face to the computer, staring straight at Song Jiaran in the video.

His heart was pounding, this was the most perfect goddess in his heart!This is his goddess!He shouted infinitely in his heart.

Then he looked down at the girl named Yao Anyi, who was actually discussing how to deal with his goddess, and after he succeeded, he threw the bread in his hand angrily.

"How dare you bully my goddess! I will definitely expose you to human flesh and hack it!" The boy with black-rimmed glasses looked at the computer angrily, and said firmly.

He closed the forum, and quickly started typing on the keyboard, fucking Yao Anyi. Of course, although he wanted to fuck his goddess very much, he still shyly gave up.

On the other side, Song Jiaran, after finishing the phone call with Luo Keshan, decided not to think too much about turning off the computer, thinking in her heart that she hoped that the Internet would not be too noisy, and her original intention was to punish Yao Anyi, and I didn't want to get to the point where I even became popular on the Internet.

After she turned off the computer, she went to the bathroom to wash up, lay down on the bed, and fell asleep after a while, but what she didn't know was that after a night, the posts about her and Yao Anyi on the Internet would experience What kind of big change has happened, and this change is running forward in an unpredictable direction.

(End of this chapter)