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

"Is it convenient?".

Dong Tianshu's words can be described as shocking to the audience!

What do you mean, this big guy is here to find this kid?].

[Isn't it?, he said please~Eh!].

[This old man is the director of the Shucheng City Education Bureau! My teacher! If you lie to you, you have no asshole when you give birth to a son!].

[I testify! I and Langgou are both his students!].

[I said, this kid is a genius! a fortune-telling genius! You don't believe it!].

[Really, I haven't heard of it!].

[If you believe in their trusts, you are really deceived. 】

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Li Min, the mother of the family, was stunned on the spot! Her already bloodless face turned even whiter! Her eyes widened! Her face was shocked

The smirk on the face of the eldest aunt and daughter-in-law turned into panic in an instant!

The eldest aunt and son also froze directly in place, then stared at Li Mubai, and then at Dong Tianshu with a smile on his face, unable to believe it.

The aunt turned her head sharply to look at the oil bottle.

No way!

Absolutely impossible!

"Director, do you admit that you are wrong? His name is Li Mubai, but he... It's only eight years old!".

The aunt turned her head to stare at Dong Tianshu and smiled, wanting to see the suspicion on his face.

But no.

Dong Tianshu saw that the other party was Aunt Li Mubai, his face softened slightly, and he was about to explain.

But just then, his phone rang.

It's your own school secretary.

"Look! The faces of those women have changed! It doesn't look like a fake!].

I just checked the official website, and this old man is really the director of the Education Bureau! Dong Tianshu! is really a teacher!].

[Can't I'm going to check? Isn't it acting?].

[Anchor! Anchor! Is it acting?].

[It's not acting!My teacher can't shoot a short video!].

[Is this true?].

Bai Li quietly posted a message in the live broadcast room: In the candid shooting, it really happened!

As soon as Bai Li's news came out, the entire live broadcast room was even more boiling!

Don't scare me!

[What does that mean? The director of the municipal education bureau personally came to the door to invite an eight-year-old child?].

[Arabian Nights, right?].

"Who is this kid?

One stone stirs up a thousand waves!

The popularity of the live broadcast room is rising!

Came to the 3,000 mark!

The number of likes is about to break 100,000!

Bai Li's heart is pounding!

She never had the luxury of expecting her live broadcast room to have this popularity!

For a moment, she was even in a trance.

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"Excuse me, take the phone. "

For the relatives of geniuses, Dong Tianshu is still very polite.

He picked it up and listened: "Teacher Dong, look at the group!"

"Good. "

Dong Tianshu remained silent, although the secretary's tone was very anxious, he didn't believe that there was anything big.

He opened the class group.

The messages in the group crackled and bounced.

[Hurry up and go in and see, the genius child was kicked out of the residence by the aunt!].

[Hold the grass! Teacher Dong is leaving! Lie that you are a son!].

Didn't Mr. Dong say he didn't believe it?].

[Teacher Dong, hurry up, kill his aunt!].

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Dong Tianshu stretched out his hand and clicked on the intercepted video.

Suddenly, a voice came out.

"Mom, throw that kid's thing out and shoot it again! Otherwise, people will see that there is an orphan living in this house!

"How unlucky!".

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"I just feel unlucky!".

"What's the matter, you're a house seller, and you want to teach me, the principal, how to do things?"

"Are you worthy?".

"If you can sell it, you can sell it, and if you can't sell it, we will change it to someone else. "

"You people like you, where are you not there?

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