Chapter 41:

Cheng Lang's words were so handsome but handsome, but after the little deer in Xu Qiao's heart jumped fiercely, facing the ranking interface that climbed slowly like a turtle, he crashed and died on the south wall of reality.
When she woke up early the next morning, she took her mobile phone to look at the voting interface. Seeing that she jumped up and down repeatedly, she stood still in sixth place and sighed.
Who knows how to blow cowhide. Man's mouth, deceitful ghost.
Xu Qiao considers herself to be a layman, and has always been competitive for face, but he used to win for his bright and beautiful appearance. Now he is forced to fight for career because of life.
So until the afternoon tea time, seeing Cheng Lang never heard from her, she once again tickled him with her finger and sent him a WeChat message: "QAQ"
Cheng Lang did not move.
Thinking about whether he couldn't read the kaomoji, she sent a more straightforward emoticon after half an hour: "Cry.jpg"
However, there was still no response.
If this man didn't give her hope yesterday, she would have admitted that she would not force her, but he was the one who spoke so sweetly, so she can't be blamed for not being calm.
Seeing that the sky was getting darker, and the voting process was already halfway through, she couldn't stay in the studio anymore and planned to go out to get some air.
As a result, as soon as I walked to the top of the stairs, I heard people gathering to discuss the game downstairs.
"The Chinese players have too little advantage. This game has a lot of publicity on the Internet. There is no splash in the country, and it is impossible to get out of the circle."
"No way. Look at the hot searches on Weibo. It's a short thing among celebrity parents all day long. Everyone likes to eat melons, but there is no melon to eat in serious competitions."
"Hey, I'm really not reconciled for Yuli. The necklace of a twelve-year-old genius girl is a bit interesting. It is tied to the concept of racial equality and has a taste of boundless love. It is well-placed, but this number one is too good. It’s a misnomer, but Zoe’s closed disciple, this fancy color stacking, can't see anything except a pot of dazzling skills."
"Yes, even a layman like me knows that the more advanced things are, the simpler they are."
"Hey, do you think there will be shady in it?"
After a moment of silence, Rosa said, "To be honest, it's normal for this kind of folk competition to have shady scenes. I'm just a little surprised. Our boss really didn't prepare for Xiaoyu."
"Why do you say that? If there is a shady, I will be the first to report it."
"Don't be naive, little girl. If the report is useful, how can a businessman make money?"
The topic went off track, and everyone started an in-depth debate about shady and anti-shady.
Xu Qiao twitched her mouth, decided to walk back to the studio, and halfway there, she suddenly heard Su Shan exclaiming: "How come the number of first place votes is suddenly lost by one digit! Am I dazzled?"
Xu Qiao was taken aback, took out his mobile phone and took a look, and confirmed that Su Shan was not dazzled, and the other party fell directly from first to eleventh.
At the same time, the bulletin board of the website interface scrolled a line of Dutch.
Pi Dan explained to everyone while translating: "It emphasizes the rules of the competition, saying that an IP address is only allowed to vote for one vote. Once a violation of the rules is found, the number of duplicate votes will be cleared immediately, and he said that more stringent screening will follow..."
"This means that the apprentice Zoe really used the IP to swipe tickets?"
"It seems so."
Su Shan cheered and said, "I said that there are still many people in this world. Anti-shadows are useful. Even the apprentices of master jewelry masters are not immune!"
"I think," Rosa thought for a while, "this shouldn't be as simple as being reported by passers-by..."
"what is that?"
It was the more powerful capital that overwhelmed the capital—Xu Qiao answered this question in his heart.
She looked a little startled, she suddenly received a call from Gao Rui, hurried back to the studio, closed the door and pressed, "Special Assistant Gao."
"Miss Yu, Xiaocheng has always had a meeting for one day. It hasn't stopped at this time. He asked me to speak to you on his behalf. He hasn't forgotten what he said to you. Please rest assured."
"Oh, I just saw the website announcement." Xu Qiao touched her nose.
"Well, if there is nothing wrong, I will hang up first."
"Wait, that," Xu Qiao pondered for a while, "he had a meeting for a day, didn't he eat?"
Gao Rui was taken aback for a moment. "I ate at noon, and supper is probably later. This year is over. The group has recently held endless annual summary meetings. The reports submitted by various departments are piled up like a mountain, Xiaocheng I always sleep for three or four hours a day. If you are left out, please be considerate."
"Oh, then..." Xu Qiao cleared his throat, "Then tell him to pay attention to his body."
After saying "As long as I hang up quickly, I won't be able to catch up with shyness" and quickly cut off the phone.
On the other end of the phone, Gao Ruixing rushed back to the meeting room and whispered Xu Qiao's words in Cheng Lang's ear.
The department manager who was doing the report saw Mr. Cheng's face turning from cloudy to cloudy within a second, and then to sunny. Finally, he hooked his mouth and raised his hand: "Continue."

After the first place was brutally "Waterloo", the number of votes of several players in the front row slowed down slightly.
Because there is no evidence, these doubts have not caused much waves, except for individual viewers who made small-scale discussions on external forums.
Xu Qiao understood that perhaps more than one person swiped the ticket, but a large-scale blow would lose the value of the entire game. This is called killing one thousand enemies and losing eight hundred. So Cheng Lang chose to kill the chicken and the monkey.
After the other players quietly stopped their small moves, Xu Qiao's ranking began to climb gradually after being suppressed for a whole day. After reaching fifth place, he caught up to third within an hour.
The fight between capital and capital is not an easy task. Xu Qiao believes that this resolute anti-shadow method is already the limit Cheng Lang has achieved for her. Then she will be resigned to her fate, but she did not expect that it will be 9 p.m. Beijing time. , A message popped up from the group of studio six: "Go to Weibo to eat melons!"
Xu Qiao clicked on Weibo and saw a hot topic at a glance-Zoe Shuanmen disciple swiping tickets.
The group news popped up again: "This hot search keyword is absolutely irrelevant. Use "Closed Disciple" and "Swipe Tickets" as gimmicks, and don't point out who Zoe is. I hooked the crowd to see the details."
"One hundred causes will have results. It's really happy. Who told the designer to hype under the name of a master jeweller at the beginning. This is where he got up from and where to press him back."
Xu Qiao swallowed nervously, recalling how Cheng Lang had dealt with Cheng Ye and Zhao's family in the same way.
He doesn't "indiscriminately kill" innocents, but if you are not innocent, you will definitely pay a heavy price for the sins you have committed.
"This game has attracted attention in China. Look at the votes of Sister Yu Li and another Chinese player. Is it rushing?"
"It's still worth looking at? Are our 1.4 billion and 800 million netizens joking with you?"
Xu Qiao held the phone, feeling heavy in his palms, a little bit hot-it didn't seem to be because of the heat transfer of the phone battery.

In the next twenty hours of competition, all the contestants have only one way to speak with their works.
If you really want to say that Cheng Lang did anything substantive for the name "Yu Li", in fact, I can't talk about it. He just cleaned her battlefield so that she would stand on the stage without being splashed with mud.
In terms of benefit, all participants who have not swiped their tickets have benefited; in terms of opening, another Chinese player also received additional attention from the Chinese.
But where you can go in the end depends on your own ability.
The next morning, another topic called "Jewelry Hand Painted Beauty Crying" appeared on the hot search list, but this matter has nothing to do with Cheng Lang. It is purely a chain reaction caused by the hot search last night.
The people eating melons are almost scattered, Xu Qiao no longer pays attention to Weibo, and returns to the game again.
Her votes have been hovering between first and second since the morning. Another competitor is the legendary "twelve-year-old genius girl."
The two of you chased me and bite too tightly, and the other party probably didn't know much about it, but maybe because of the lessons learned from last night, no special action was taken.
Today is New Year's Eve. At 5 o'clock in the evening, the other people in the studio got off work on time for the New Year's Day holiday. When Xu Qiao was asked about the arrangements for tonight, she said that someone would pick her up soon and waved to everyone and got in bored. studio.
Whether anyone will pick her up is still unknown.
Cheng Lang has been busy ignoring her for a long time. Their chat interface is still stuck on the "crying" emoticon she sent, and it looks so miserable that it can't be withdrawn.
As an independent woman in the new era, she felt that she couldn't live with her mobile phone like a deep-seated woman. After thinking about it, she threw it into the office drawer and returned to the studio to continue her retreat.
The whole building was quiet, only the clock on the wall was clattering, and when the pointer pointed to seven o'clock, Xu Qiao's heart tightened slightly.
The voting channel is closed.
When I checked the voting interface in the evening, she temporarily ranked first. But according to the general routine, people who are well prepared before the game may launch a wave of offense at the last moment and smash the remaining votes at once-this is not cheating, it can only be said to be a reasonable tactic, after all, who hasn't Where are these relatives and friends?
So she really didn't have any relatives or friends and was not happy too early.
She got up and walked to the door of the studio. She wanted to go to the office to get her mobile phone to see the result. She had just grasped the doorknob and hadn't opened the door. Suddenly, she heard footsteps coming from outside.
The men's leather shoes stepped on the spiral staircase with a steady and strong pace. A familiar, smiling male voice also slammed into her eardrum: "The voting is over, and the number of votes is very stable. You don't have to canvass for votes with your good sisters. "
Xu Qiao opened the door.
Cheng Lang just cut off the phone, walked up the stairs, saw her, stopped, and smiled deeper: "Did you see the result of the game?"
Xu Qiao shook his head and stared at him blankly: "Who were you calling just now? Did you even canvass for me?"
"It's for your final sprint, but it's not me." Cheng Lang helped his temples and seemed to have a headache, "My family... are more helpful."
Xu Qiao's eyelids flicked: "Why are your family members...who?"
"I love the mother who eats turkey."