Cannon Fodder Is King

Arc 1.20

Fang Xingai's sophomore year, a "Titanic" made her a loyal fan of Movie Emperor Chen.

It's just that her family background is average, and her parents are ordinary migrant workers. They can give her up to 700 yuan a month for living expenses. Fortunately, the meals in the school cafeteria are cheap, plus some part-time jobs on weekends, at least to ensure that she has enough food and clothing. warm. Of course, if you want to do something else, you can't do it.

They are also fans. Seeing the big guys in the fan group, in order to support Movie Emperor Chen, they buy bags one after the other, magazine photos bought by carts, and gifts for more than a dozen millions. Fang Xingai said he didn't envy that. Is impossible.

But envy is envious. Usually, it's YY at most. To be more real, she at most reposts the dynamics of Actor Chen in the space a few times.

There was no need for inferiority in this matter, but Fang Xing'ai always felt uncomfortable when he saw the big guys in the group exposing their lavish handwriting and interacting with Movie Emperor Chen.

Until the Meng Zezhi incident broke out, the movie emperor Chen reposted Zhang Fangxu's Weibo.

Fang Xingai's inspiration flashed. Although she can't support King Chen with money, she can use other methods to support King Chen!

So Fang Xing'ai turned into a berserker and became active in major Weibo comment areas.

[Distressed Zhang Fangxu. 】

[Jingda must give us an explanation. 】

[Grab the two levers, hurry, surround them and boast—]

【Poor Zhang Fangxu, after being stabbed by his instructor, he was stabbed again by his alma mater. 】

[No wonder the movie emperor Chen and the others will collectively speak up to support Zhang Fangxu, it turns out that the lady boss is the victim! 】

【...】

Fang Xing'ai still speaks with restraint. Although he has not reached the point of becoming famous in World War I, the number of Weibo fans is almost four digits.

Seeing it in her eyes, she felt excited in her heart and became more concerned about this matter.

No, for this matter, she specifically pushed off today's part-time job, and got up early again, waiting for a statement from Beijing University.

I don’t know how many times I have opened Weibo. The latest news on the official blog of Beijing University is still the same statement, but the three recommended positions on the hot search on this matter have become four:

#孟则知家暴致使前妻clusion#

#《Hua Guo Mathematics Journal》Withdrawal#

#陈应龙Please don't expose my wife's scars again#

#心痛章方旭#

Seeing this, Fang Xing'ai looked disappointed.

At this moment, her head suddenly came down from the upper berth, and she laughed along with her: "Fourth, help me get the courier. It's at the school gate. I haven't washed it yet, please!"

"Okay." Fang Xing'ai answered casually, she was fine anyway.

After a while, Fang Xing'ai came back with the things in her arms. She gasped for breath, "Lao San, what are you buying so heavy?"

The third child quickly reached out and took the things over: "It's not something I bought, but some tropical fruits that my sister sent me specially."

As she said, she took the fruit knife on the window sill to open the carton, and found out several mangosteens, stuffed them with Fang Xing'ai: "Thank you."