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Taking a selfie is really a technical job. When Xiao Qiwen, a "fan", was finally able to take a photo that satisfied her, Liang Yi felt that the corners of her mouth were fixed in the smiling position, and her arms were already sore.

Xiao Qiwen simply set up a suitable filter for her, and turned off other functions such as thin face and big eyes for her, but judging from Liang Yi's first selfie, Xiao Qiwen himself saw it clearly. Liang Yi never thought of posting selfies to become an internet celebrity before, otherwise she might have received a lot of scolding with her snake face.

After taking the last photo, Liang Yi sat down on the grass and took a deep breath. She turned her head to look at Xiao Qiwen, feeling a little apprehensive, because Xiao Qiwen was so strict, and some photos Liang Yi felt It was pretty, but Xiao Qiwen kept shaking his head and refused to say no, which made Liang Yi so tired now.

With tiredness in her bright eyes, she pursed her lips and asked aloud, "Can I just shoot these today? Is there anything else I need to do?"

"Yes." Xiao Qiwen didn't look at her but stared at Liang Yi's cell phone. She was doing the final retouching of Liang Yi's picture, in fact, it was just adjusting the filter again.

Liang Yi's heart suddenly sank to the bottom. After she came to this world, the first time she felt tired was because of taking selfies.

Fortunately, what Xiao Qiwen said was no longer a selfie: "Yiyi, are you going to re-apply for a Weibo account or just use the current one?" She turned her head sideways and looked at Liang Yi's eyebrows, "You still have the current account? For classmates and friends who are related to each other, I suggest that you open a new account, which will be more convenient."

Liang Yi was worried and didn't know what to do with it. Hearing what Xiao Qiwen said, he naturally nodded in agreement and smiled happily: "I also think it would be better to reapply."

"What is the ID?"

"Can't you use your real name?"

"Also."

"Then it's called 'Ripple Ripple'."

Xiao Qiwen: "..."

She glanced at Liang Yi: "I thought you wanted to use your real name."

Otherwise, why ask that question.

But in fact, the ideal of being an Internet celebrity is very fulfilling, but the reality is that Liang Yi feels that the autumn night is so cold, which is better than every winter she has lived before.

I have applied for a new account and posted on Weibo, but the number of views is very small, not to mention the number of forwarded comments and likes.

Because there is none.

But if you think about it carefully, there are so many girls posting beautiful photos on Weibo, if each of them can immediately get the attention of many fans, then it is too easy to be an Internet celebrity.

Xiao Qiwen is also always paying attention to Liang Yi's Weibo related developments. When he clicked on the homepage again and found no new fans or new retweets, he sent a message to Liang Yi. The content was her emotion: [Yiyi, It's hard to do without money. 】

Liang Yi's eyebrows were slightly lowered. After thinking about it for a while, she asked by analogy: 【Is it possible to gossip? 】

【......】Only Xiao Qiwen's silence greeted us.

After a few seconds, Xiao Qiwen sent her a message: [I remember you said that your little girlfriend is a new media operation major, you can ask her? 】

Liang Yi didn't quite understand how professional new media operations are, but seeing what Xiao Qiwen said, Liang Yi immediately felt that it might be helpful to find Ji Shiyan.

In Liang Yi's cognition, although her relationship with Ji Shiyan has a weird meaning, in the final analysis, the two are indeed lovers, aren't they?So lovers should be close, right?

Even judging from Ji Shiyan's few reactions, the other party is not close to her at all, but Liang Yi thinks it doesn't matter, as long as it can make her earn money, then there is no harm in contacting Ji Shiyan again.

So, that night, Liang Yi sent a message to Ji Shiyan.

What she sent was a text message, because there was no sign of Ji Shiyan in her WeChat contacts.

The content of the post is also very simple and straightforward: [I want to become an Internet celebrity, what should I do? 】

Half an hour after the text message was sent, no one responded. Liang Yi stared at the blacked-out phone screen, with more and more unspeakable emotions piling up in her heart.

Liang Yi felt that she was in a bit of a miserable situation. As soon as Yuanshen left, the landlord urged her to pay rent. Say you can get a discount.

Oh, the last one, it's a good thing.

But Liang Yi was a bit exhausted after all the piles, especially the photos taken for so long under Xiao Qiwen's guidance today, but there was no response at all, which made Liang Yi feel that the world is difficult.

She even made a doggerel that fully fits the mood at the moment——

Modern times are not so good, she wants to go back to Jiachao, Jiachao is good everywhere, so good that she doesn't have to worry about it.

When she was in Jia Dynasty, at least she didn't have to worry about food and clothing, and there were many people to accompany her every day. Before Liang Yi came here, except for the few days of mourning, she basically didn't experience what it was like to be alone.

When she came here, she experienced not only loneliness, but also hunger, cold, poverty, and indescribable pain.

At this moment, Liang Yi hugged her knees and huddled in the corner of the bed, waiting for Ji Shiyan to reply to her text message.

The sky outside the window had already dimmed, but the lights in the opposite building were still on, and Liang Yi could clearly hear the tenants arguing.

The lights in the room were dim, and Liang Yi buried her head on her knees, waiting for the screen to light up or the phone to ring.

but no.

It's already ten o'clock, and Ji Shiyan still hasn't replied to the message. Originally, Liang Yi planned to call, but she thought that if Ji Shiyan was busy with work, she would have no time, so she was sending a text message.

But from the current situation, this text message may have disappeared. Liang Yi's dark eyes reflected the light of the phone screen she turned on. After thinking about it for a while, she couldn't help calling Ji Shiyan again. past.

Ji Shiyan's speed of answering the phone was still slow, Liang Yi counted silently for more than ten seconds before the other party answered.

And the voice was a bit lazy, although it was just a simple word: "Hello?"

Liang Yi clenched her other hand tightly, and now she felt at a loss for what to do, for some reason, when she faced Ji Shiyan, she was always at a loss.

"Did you see the text message I sent?" Liang Yi reacted quickly, but her reason was still there.

"No." Ji Shiyan spit out her own answer again, and this time her voice has returned to what it was before, with a sense of indifference and care.

But Liang Yi didn't care about this, she seemed to be used to it, she continued to ask anxiously, "Why don't you watch it?"

"I just took a shower."

Liang Yi: "...Okay, can you take a look now? I'm a little anxious."

"Looked."

"give up."

"that's it."

Liang Yi sat up straight: "How can you say that?"

But she didn't wait for an answer, because Ji Shuyan hung up her phone, Liang Yi was a little dazed, but within a few seconds, she received a short message from Ji Shuyan: [You can help me if you want, but it's still the same , Give me two hundred more once I see you. 】

Liang Yi almost couldn't catch her breath. What kind of person is this girlfriend of the original body? She always talks about money.

Money, money, money, it would be great if she could bring her own jewelry with her when she crosses over, so she might be able to sell a lot of money.

But no, when she came here, she only had her soul, and in a whirl, she lived in someone else's body.

Liang Yi felt a little dejected again, because if she went to Ji Shiyan for this matter, she would lose another 200 yuan.

When did she worry about money in her previous life?After coming here, and because of the influence of her original body, she has now become a very budget-conscious person.

But Liang Yi gritted her teeth, agreed to Ji Shiyan's request, and sent a message: [Okay. 】

【Then you come to me now. 】

Liang Yi didn't react a little: [? 】

It's so late now, how can I find Ji Shiyan, it's so dark outside, Liang Yi looked at the window, and immediately refused on the phone.

Ji Seyan's text message came very quickly: [You have something to do with me. 】

The implication is obvious: Then you should come to me.

Liang Yi still went to look for Ji Seyan, because what she didn't expect was that Ji Seyan lived downstairs from her, and the two of them just went upstairs and downstairs.

When she found out about this, Liang Yi didn't know what to say, and in the end she only had one thought: the two of them are poor.

No wonder, no wonder Ji Shiyan also said that he would give her two hundred for every meeting, because he was really poor.

Liang Yi appeared in front of Ji Shuyan's door holding her cell phone and keys. After standing still and mentally prepared, she raised her hand and knocked on Ji Shuyan's door.

Boom, boom, boom, after three rhythmic sounds, Liang Yi lowered her hands and clenched them into fists. Besides, she kept swallowing the saliva secreted by nervousness.

This iron door was as old as his own, and it might be his own brother. The sound of opening the door was exactly the same, as if it was the last words of a dying person, weak and powerless.

Ji Shiyan still had a towel wrapped around her head, the temperature was not that high at the end of August, and she was still wearing short-sleeved pajamas, the light was a little dim, but her face, her neck, and her collarbone could be seen clearly.

Amazing face, slender neck, beautiful collarbone.

This was the first meeting with Ji Shiyan after the Mid-Autumn Festival, and the period was only two days, but Liang Yi suddenly felt a feeling of "long time no see".

Liang Yi still hasn't forgotten the purpose of her visit this time. After sniffing her nose, she said directly, "Can the meeting on Saturday and today be counted as one?"

In this case, she can only give 200 yuan.

Ji Shiyan still looked at her blankly, and shook her head in her expectant eyes, so the water on her hair flowed down her neck to her collarbone: "No, two games are two games, and four hundred is just two games." Four hundred, it’s clearly written in the contract, so there’s no bargaining.”

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