All Stars Are My Food Fans

One day is enough to ferment things seriously.

There are always many people in this world who are jealous of geniuses.

Jiang Qiuqiu had emerged in the Federation Spiritual Healing Department League. At a young age, he was named by Mrs. Eyre, and he was extremely talented.

In the Federal University, the spiritual healing master Zhu Tiansheng personally taught him. In the second year of school, he went straight to the junior year, and his level was comparable to the senior year.

Before actually graduation and starting business, there is a vote of fans.

People haven't done it yet, and the patients are full of powerful people.

Everyone is human and works hard. How could she achieve such an achievement, and her life immediately turned into an easy mode.

Envy breeds jealousy.

The events of last night seem to have justified all the jealousy.

Look, she is so talented. People don't just look at talent. If her character is not good, she is still not good, and she is not liked by people.

Some healers who were struggling at the bottom seemed to hold the password and spoke ill of Qiuqiu on the Internet.

And advertised: I am in this profession, I know how important professional ethics are, and you don't have any ethics...

Before nine o'clock, there was no response at all.

Because of these matters, Qiuqiu asked his tutor, Professor Mei, for a leave of absence, and Professor Mei naturally granted leave. On the way to the Xinxing Building in the hover car, Mo Si couldn't help but appear.

He communicated with Qiuqiu last night.

Moss was angry.

He thinks the media is all about turning black and white.

Even if the media reverses black and white, even the Federal University is so shameless!

In Mo Si's eyes, Qiuqiu was just a little girl.

Even if this little girl is tough, she will feel tricky and scared in the face of these piles of giants and dead ends.

At this time, if he, Jiang Qiuqiu's boyfriend, doesn't show up, what is it?

So the red panda appeared majestic today, and went to Xinxing Building with Qiuqiu.

In order not to frighten several partners to death, he deliberately put on the virtual mask that he had not worn for a long time.

Meeting in front of Federal University, the route was handed over to the autopilot, and Qiuqiu and Mosi sat in the back.

"You're here."

"I have to come." Mo Si touched Qiuqiu's head, "Are you sad at night?"

"It's okay, if you can stand the flowers and applause, you can get through the trough." She looked very comfortable.

Moss:  …

Moss was very unhappy again.

"What's the matter?" Qiuqiu found that the matter had not started yet, and the little panda's mouth was about to hang from an oil bottle.

"I have no idea."

He replied stiffly.

After answering, Mo Si's mind was thinking about his sisters.

Think about Mo idioms, think about those cousins, which one didn't grow up in the palm of your hand? The idiom was so tender when she was young, her father said casually, the little girl would be angry for a long time.

Later, when I went to the scientific research unit, I was occasionally said by someone in the unit, or when it was publicized, some people were dissatisfied, and when she thought that she was not worthy of that honor, the idiom almost flew in place.

But Qiuqiu, in the foul language, remained calm.

Even laughing freely.

why? Is it because of the environment?

Because I'm used to suffering, I feel that these are not enough.

Heart throbbing, "Qiuqiu, why don't you... stop live streaming in the future?"

Mo Si whispered, "Being a public figure will be very tiring."

"That won't work." Qiuqiu shook his head, "Live streaming is one of my hobbies, and many of the people watching my livestream this time are talking for me."

"Everyone knows me and trusts me."

Love is mutual.