Chapter 798 Master Mo’s True Wisdom (Scheming)

Xiao Qimo stopped his work, and the satellite positioning system on the computer screen also stopped searching, and his eyes slowly shifted to the tablet computer next to him.

The barrage was so lively that the extremely focused workaholic Master Mo was distracted.

The man raised his hand to put down his gold-rimmed glasses, his gaze was fixed on those speeches about robbing his wife, his deep black eyes were full of undercurrents.

He turned on the phone noblely and calmly, and turned to his notepad.

And found a "retreat as advance" love strategy on it.

OK

Xiao Qimo glanced at the positioning system page, seeing that there would be no problems for a while, he resolutely switched the computer page to the entertainment section.

Turn to the comment area, patiently and meticulously take screenshots of each "unreasonable comment" and the account to which it belongs (forensics).

There was a special vibrating sound on his phone.

Three teams of lovers: [Team one, have you located yet? Dude, I'm still waiting for your navigation in the virgin forest! 】

Three teams of lovers: [Team one? Are you looking for a leader? 】

The lovers of the third team: [If you don't act, the leader may be eaten by wild beasts! 】

The third team of lovers: [First team, with all due respect, you don't want to directly usurp the throne... right? 】

Under the persistent bombardment of messages from the three teams, Xiao Qimo sneaked a reply in his busy schedule.

[Shut up, I'm dealing with something urgent. 】

The three teams who received the news were instantly well-behaved and extremely considerate. It should be really anxious to put aside the safety of him and the leader.

He quickly replied humbly: [Okay, okay, you are busy first. 】

Xiao Qimo's face was gloomy, and it took him a while to sort out the screenshots. With his eyes closed, he packaged the screenshots and sent them to Mo Si.

After doing all this, the man returned to the state of Xiao·workaholic·Qi Mo.

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Mo Si here received a lot of screenshots strangely, all sent to him by Master Mo.

He wondered if Master Mo was busy with work right now.

How can I have the time to send him a message? After he clicked on the screenshot, it was a little messy.

Master Mo is at home, is he working or chasing variety shows?

Mo Si flipped through these pictures one by one. The content of the pictures were the comments of the majority of netizens on this program, and they were basically about Ms. Lu. He read it one by one, and the content was all positive and positive, and there were no negative remarks.

He was puzzled and didn't quite understand what Master Mo meant, so he quickly gave Xiao Jianli a look.

Xiao Jianli took out his presbyopic glasses and held his phone to look at it for a long time. After taking off the glasses, his piercing eyes saw too much.

"Qi Mo is jealous."

"Ah?" Mo Si panicked, "Then how should I persuade Master Mo? No, Master Mo should ask Ms. Lu to persuade him if he is jealous!"

"Yes." Xiao Jianli looked at the stage, "Didn't I just ask you to send these things to Mianmian?"

Mo Stront opened his mouth and gave a thumbs up after a long while of reaction.

"Master Mo is really wise (scheming)."

Xiao Jianli didn't know what emotion he was in, so he smiled indifferently.

On the other side of the stage, Lu Mian's perfunctory and impatient acceptance speech made the host Yin Feng completely unable to continue. He said a few words to smooth things over in embarrassment, and ended the show.

Just like her acceptance speech just now, Lu Mian turned her head and was about to leave after the camera was removed.

A group of people from the think tank, centered on the Dashiell scientist from the Institute of Brain Science, came to the stage one after another.

Pei Wenda, Zhai Qingtong and the others warmly greeted them.

Only Lu Mian focused on going backstage.

Dashiell walked through the crowd and quickly called to her: "Miss Lu Mian!"

Yin Feng quickly hinted to Lu Mian, "This is Dashiel, a scientist from the Institute of Brain Science, Lu Mian, your chance has come!"

Oh.

Lu Mian nodded, "Hello, goodbye."

Yin Feng: ...I'm autistic, I'm quitting as a host, whoever wants to do it!

Dashiel didn't mind smiling, and asked in not-so-fluent Chinese: "Miss Lu, can I hold you for three minutes and ask you a few questions?"

The think tanks behind: Mr. Dashiell, can you speak Chinese? ? ?

The three of Pei Wenda were eager to see through: Mr. Dashiel, she doesn't have time, we have it! ! !

Lu Mian raised her hand and looked at the electronic watch, there was still some time.

"Please say."

"Why did Ms. Lu suddenly change the topic of the competition?"

Lu Mian glanced at the three losers standing next to him dryly, and said calmly, "I want to test whether my connections are strong or not."

Pei Wenda: You are tough! You are hard! Your background is the hardest!

Xiang Yu: I'm sorry for myself!

Zhai Qingtong: I was wrong! I deserve it! I regret so much that my intestines are green...

Dashiell nodded knowingly, "Then why do you close your eyes and meditate for a few minutes every time you compete? Is there any special way of thinking?"

"No." Lu Mian said bluntly, "It's just a long delay."

Pei Wenda: When she finished the problem, I just finished the first step...

Xiang Yu: When she submitted the answer, I just found my way...

Zhai Qingtong: I, I didn't understand the question at that time...

Yin Feng came back to life, this is the most humane time he felt Lu Mian.

Thank you Lu Mian ancestors, if you kill in seconds again and again, our show will end in about half an hour!

Dashiel looked at the calm and self-possessed young girl in front of him, his eyes fell on her head, and he chuckled a few times.

He was thinking, if Lu Mian hadn't procrastinated for a while, the think tank might not be able to finish the next topic.

A smart brain indeed.

"Miss Lu, this is my business card. Welcome to the Institute of Brain Science!"

Lu Mian took it and glanced at the time at the same time, she should go.

"Thanks, bye."

Lu Mian quickly and decisively took the bag from the backstage, and Mo Si was already waiting at the entrance of the program building.

"Miss Lu, I'll take you back!"

"Where's Grandpa Xiao?"

"The old man and Mr. Meng are going together."

Lu Mian nodded, threw her backpack in the back seat of the car, and sat in the co-pilot, "Take me to school."

"Huh? Going to school so late?"

"If you drive faster, we can arrive before the dormitory closes. If..." Lu Mian's tone was calm, and the slightly raised eyebrows seemed to be a little excited.

Mo Si shuddered, and immediately grabbed the steering wheel.

"Miss Lu, I can do it! I'm going to smash this steering wheel today!" As a survivor of Miss Lu's death speed car, he never wants to experience Lu's driving skills in his life.

"Okay." Lu Mian was slightly disappointed.

Mo Si quickly started the car, and after driving normally, he looked at the girl in the co-pilot who was playing with her mobile phone, and coughed.

"Miss Lu, I sent you some screenshots just now, did you see them?"

"I see." Lu Mian casually fiddled with the phone, the end of the voice rising, clear and cold: "And then?"

In the language of the Mexican Strontium Emergency Organization...