An eight-year-old college student performs a live broadcast of fortune-telling, and the whole intern

West District Warning Office

"Damn! How can you be so accurate?"

The assistant Xiao Li suddenly exclaimed, his voice full of shock and disbelief.

Wang Yuyao was taken aback.

Immediately, she picked up a book and threw it at Xiao Li.

"Ouch!".

Xiao Li was in pain and screamed.

"Boss, I'm sorry. "

Although Xiao Li was apologizing, the excitement on his face was obvious.

"Boss, an eight-year-old child tells fortunes..."

"Can you do something serious?".

Before he could finish speaking, Wang Yuyao interrupted him and said with extreme dissatisfaction.

When Xiao Li heard this, he smiled awkwardly, but then suddenly said: "Boss, is it our business for monks to engage in men?"

Wang Yuyao looked at Xiao Li with a look of surprise.

Before she could say anything, Xiao Li continued to ask, "What about the women's clothing boss who deceived the honest man?"

Wang Yuyao's eyes widened.

"So this... We must take care of it! The monk is corrupt!".

As soon as Xiao Li's words were finished, Wang Yuyao gritted her teeth and went up to beat people.

"Ouch! Boss! Listen to me! This kid has really solved two mysteries! You can read it first!".

Wang Yuyao, who was out of anger, finally watched the live broadcast replay under the pressure of Xiao Li.

When she saw Li Mubai saying that she didn't have a son, Wang Yuyao looked disdainful.

When he saw Li Mubai saying that the other party's son was his younger brother, Wang Yuyao was even more disgusted.

But when [in the name of his father] determined that his admission letter was fake, Wang Yuyao began to have some doubts.

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Soon, her expression became more and more shocked!

"He's really eight years old?".

"Still a student at Seokyo University?".

"Both of these things are true?".

Xiao Li didn't know how to answer, where did he dare to confirm the truth of the matter.

"Boss, aren't you a graduate of Beijing University? You ask?".

Wang Yuyao looked thoughtful.

"This [in the name of the father] is very familiar, you go check it out. "

Xiao Li was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly turned around to check.

Wang Yuyao thought for a while, then took out the phone and dialed a number.

"Hey, Teacher Zhang, my Xiaoyao, Wang Yuyao, I miss you..."

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Live room

The audience watched [Fool Murakami] run out of the community and run wildly all the way.

It wasn't until he was on an overpass that he stopped tiredly.

Then, the sound of him crying wantonly was heard.

If it were me, I would kill them!].

[Handsome guy!Don't cry!It's not worth it!].

[Call the police! This is pure... Sexual harassment?].

[This... How the do you call the police? What do you say when you call the police?].

[It's ridiculous!].

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The audience in the live broadcast room was completely shocked by all this.

It's just too spicy for the eyes!

However, in the society of ordinary people, this kind of thing has always been a topic of conversation after dinner.

For a while, many good deeds carried this video everywhere.

This directly or indirectly made Li Mubai's reputation in the live broadcast room invisibly increase several times.

Shucheng University

As the director of the Folk Culture Center and the director and professor of the folklore major of Shucheng University, Dong Tianshu knows better than anyone that folklore is an important culture.

However, it cannot be deified or demonized.

It's just that, just now, after he entered the child's live broadcast room with curiosity, he suddenly realized the true weight of the word genius!

This is the real genius!

But is it true?

He thought to himself, this person must find out about this matter!

If... It's true...

The folklore world needs a leader too much!

Dong Tianshu's heart became restless for a moment!

He has to act!

If it's a fake, then he will also slap this group of unconscionable people to death with one palm!

Live room

After a long time, [Murakami's fool] calmed down.

Despite this, there are still a large number of people in the live broadcast room who are still waiting for the ending.

[Fool Murakami] adjusted the camera and aimed it at himself.

[Eh, eh, eh, come out!].

[Ouch, it's true that a good man can't meet a good woman, and a good woman can't meet a good man!].

[Let my sister hug you.] It's pathetic. 】

[It's so hateful!These people!I have to cyberbully them!].

[It's a loss of conscience!].

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"What the hell is going on here? I can't figure it out. "

[Fool Murakami] asked Li Mubai lonely, his words were full of sadness, and his face was sad.

Anyone who encounters this kind of thing will probably not be in a good mood.

Li Mubai did not hesitate or conceal it, and opened his mouth to describe the root cause.