Fanservice Paradox

112 (Extra 3)

     Fang Juexia, who was sitting in the bathtub, hesitated whether to tell this news to Pei Tingsong, who was still below, or secretly click in to take a look at his alternate account.

Since Ling Yi had paid attention to it, there should be nothing in the alternate account that he couldn't see.

The chat in the group continued. Lu Yuan and Jiang Miao seemed to have seen the group chat as well.

[Sexy Teacher Yuan Online Flower Hand: F * ck, fortunately, when Ling Yi secretly ate my spicy sticks the day before yesterday, I was so angry that I killed Ling Yi! I'm too wise, please call me a prophet! Xiao Pei probably never dreamed that it was from Ling Yi. Hahahahaha, each other, each other, two melons on the same vine.]

[Shui Shui Shui: Yiyi, actually, if you didn't unfollow, no one would know that it was Xiao Pei's alternate account.]

[Dash: I was so anxious that I forgot. 5555]

[Sexy Teacher Yuan Online Flower Hand: I bought you a Japanese samurai sword on Taobao. You're welcome.]

[Dash: It's too late to commit seppuku. I'm dead. Everyone, don't miss me. SOB SOB SOB SOB, I only managed to get him to follow me last week … … because I heard that he has more fans than me.]

[Huo Ge: My alternate account only sells clothes and follows me. Is this the reason why you don't follow me? Let's break up, Ling Yi.]

[Dash: No, Huo Ge! I'm not such a person! You must help me stop Xiao Pei. Otherwise, our group will be on the social news headlines.]

[Shui Shui Shui: Why isn't the youngest saying anything? Could it be that he has already driven to look for you?]

[Dash: [tears.jpg] [tears.jpg] [tears.jpg] [tears.jpg]]

Fang Juexia couldn't stop laughing in the bathtub, but he still deliberately searched for Ling Yi's alternate account. As expected, he found a Weibo post by a fan. There was a screenshot attached, and it was the blogger that Ling Yi had unfollowed. Following this vine, Fang Juexia finally found Pei Tingsong's alternate account.

"This ID …"

[Month of Hidden Delaixi]

There was a very mysterious feeling. Fang Juexia knew that this was beyond his knowledge, but when he saw the word at the back, there was a strange fluctuation in his heart.

When he was with someone who was good at word games, every day......

.................... com...

Seeing this, Fang Juexia couldn't help but laugh. He could roughly guess what Pei Tingsong's alternate account had encountered. There were hundreds of fans on this account. Fang Juexia chose the first one in history, which was when their group had just debuted. Scrolling back, most of the words in front were in English. There were book excerpts and some words that he had posted himself. The content was not much, and it was basically posted two or three times a week.

[Month of Hidden Delaixi: The image of mankind that is easy to destroy emerges the illusion of eternal life, and the strong beauty of the golden pavilion reveals the possibility of destruction. — — Mishima Yukio

# Only beautiful things have the desire to destroy

[Month of Hidden Delaixi: Fundamentally, aesthetic phenomena are simple. As long as someone has the ability to continuously see a living game and is constantly surrounded by elves, then he is a poet; as long as someone feels the urge to change himself and speak with the body and mind of others, then he is a dramatist. — — Nietzsche]

These excerpts and his small feelings after the # made Fang Juexia feel very real. This was indeed Pei Tingsong. Just like when he was reading a book, he would draw lines and make small annotations. He was so serious that it was a little cute.