Lord Lu's little ancestor is a master of metaphysics

Chapter 207 Friends Should Be Like This

Wang Hui lay sleepily on the table, and the girl behind her poked her back with a pen and asked curiously in a low voice.

Hearing the girl's question, Wang Hui's face turned pale, she took a pen in her hand, and hesitated, "This kind of thing is considered a commercial secret, and Xue'er can't say it."

"Oh, that's it!" The girl was a little disappointed, "I thought you should know something, Huihui, after all, you play so well."

Wang Hui clenched the pen in her hand, she also thought that she and Cen Xue were playing well.

But she still knew about Cen Xue's celebrity status from hot searches, and Cen Xue didn't even come to school today.

Wang Hui looked down at her phone. The message she sent to Cen Xue an hour ago still received no response.

Ever since the news of Li Ting's murder came out, Wang Hui was worried every day. Cen Xue also left early after school every day, and Wang Hui didn't know who to tell.

Wang Hui secretly glanced at the back row.

Cen Shu was playing games with her head down, Gu Huo laughed arrogantly, Shi Fei secretly watched Cen Shu playing games, and they occasionally said a few words with smiles on their faces.

Wang Hui pursed her lips, and a hint of envy flashed in her eyes, as if...that's what friends should be like.

She and Cen Xue... seem to have never been so close.

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"—Sister Cen Xue is so beautiful! Lick the screen!"

"——Yan Susu, Cen Xue, even the names match well. I heard that the young lady can also play the piano, so amazing!"

"——Friends who saw here, congratulations on discovering the treasure!!! Hurry up and pay attention to her, I won't allow you to not know her yet!!"

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After reading a series of comments, Gu Huo curled his lips and snorted a few times in disdain. He knew it was a navy army. The aesthetics are a little more normal, and I won't say such things as a rare beauty in 4000 years.

Following the trending search, Gu Huo clicked on the Weibo that Cen Xue had just registered. The profile picture was a selfie facing the sun, looking up at the sky at 45 degrees. Play leftovers from years ago.

There are not many microblogs, there are only two in total, one is automatically posted by the system after registration, and the most recent one is last Saturday, which is a selfie of Cen Xue and Frey.

"—Is this Professor Frey? Oh my God, my young lady actually met Professor Frey! I was stunned!!"

"——Professor Frey, a well-known foreign pianist, even famous many years earlier than Lang Ge in our country, but one of the seniors that Lang Ge admires. In the photo, Miss Sister and Frey are so close. Could it be that Miss Sister is still Frey? The professor's close disciple?!"

"——I just came back from Baidu, and I didn't say anything, Miss Sister is amazing!! I love it."

The so-called popular science commentary on the second floor was liked by Cen Xue, and nothing else was said. Netizens who didn't know the truth naturally made all kinds of wild guesses.

Friends of good people must also be good people, and people who are liked by good people must also be good people.

Most people on the Internet think so, so that #凯雪弗之者# has climbed the hot search list with a low-key and fast speed.

Looking at these comments, Gu Huo immediately laughed angrily. This year's netizens really can't move, and their brains probably disappeared when they went to the bathroom.

Glancing at Cen Shu, who was still concentrating on playing games, she became even angrier, "Child, aren't you angry?"

(End of this chapter)