The Supreme Spy

"I have passed the qualifier for the Asian Chopin International Piano Competition in China. I have passed the qualifiers. Tomorrow at 1:30 pm, the Pengcheng Art Academy Concert Hall semi-finals open. Will students from the Art Academy come to watch? Well, everyone, please cheer me on ."

Qin Yang opened Weibo, typed in a paragraph, and then posted a few photos, including the cover of the trial promotional materials, photos of the stadium, and the test score report of the qualifiers. Of course, Qin Yang ranked second. I posted a personal photo of Qin Yang in front of the game.

After checking that there were no omissions, Qin Yang clicked to publish, and then threw the phone on the bed before taking off his clothes.

Soon, Qin Yang, wrapped in a bath towel, slipped to the door of the bathroom quietly, stretched out his hand and pulled it gently, and the door was really open.

Qin Yang opened the door and walked into the bathroom with a smirk. Turning the corner, he saw Han Qingqing soaking in the bathtub, blushing, biting his lip, and looking at herself in shame.

Since he came in, he was naturally cheeky at this time. Qin Yang took off his bathrobe with a smile and walked to the bathtub.

"I'm afraid you won't be able to rub your back, I'll help you rub your back..."

Han Qingqing blushed and stared at Qin Yang fiercely: "Just rubbing his back?"

Qin Yang chuckled and said, "Well, just rub your back."

Han Qingqing gave Qin Yang a white look: "At this time, can you believe what your men say?"

Qin Yang's complexion was slightly embarrassed. Okay, this routine is rotten on the Internet, and everyone is familiar with it.

I will lie down next to you and do nothing...I will hug and do nothing else...I will just rub, not go in...

Qin Yang saw Han Qingqing's face was full of peach blossoms, but he did not scold him to go out. Perhaps she had not closed the door after coming in, so she was mentally prepared for this.

Qin Yang squinted and rubbed it, picked up the shower gel, and rubbed his back with Han Qingqing who was sitting in the bathtub with his **** in his arms. Then it was very natural, rubbing his hands and rubbing it to other places, and rubbing again. Rubbing, both of them rubbed into the bathtub.

Finally, the water rippled and filled the ground.

...

On the wide, soft and soft bed, Han Qingqing hugged Qin Yang like a lazy kitten, and the whole body was fragrant and soft.

On the contrary, Qin Yang was full of energy, leaning on the bedside pillow, flipping through Weibo.

Just now he threw his mobile phone and ran away after posting on Weibo. I don't know how the following fans reacted.

Qin Yang was taken aback when he clicked on Weibo.

I only posted it for more than an hour, and it was reposted more than 7,000 times, and there were more than 5,000 comments!

I am a lazy person, there are still so many people concerned?

Qin Yang clicked on the comment and pulled downwards, the densely packed messages, after a closer look, he suddenly couldn't laugh or cry.

"It's actually second! It's only a little worse than Dai Yun! Well, I admit, you are a pianist who was delayed by a successful entrepreneur!"

"Awesome, my brother! What do you really do, what's awesome, this is the first time to participate in a piano competition, you can be ranked second, and almost killed the new generation of new star Daiyun! "

"Haha, Pengcheng Art Institute! My school! Tomorrow will be onlookers on time, asking for a group photo, asking for an autograph!"

"You are making good money, and suddenly you go into art, do you want to be so erratic? What was it last time, filming? This time is playing the piano? What are you going to do next time?"

"Same question, playing the piano this time, is it going to play football next time and save China Football?"

"The suggestion of playing football is very constructive. According to Qin Yang's demeanor, maybe he can save it?"

"If he really goes to play football, I will post it as a testimony, absolutely no miss!"

...

Qin Yang was speechless, where is this building crooked?

It's obviously about playing the piano, okay, how come to playing football?

Also save China Football?

Let alone a cultivator, even if I am a superman, I can't save myself alone, right?

Qin Yang was watching Weibo, and Han Qingqing followed with her beautiful big eyes. She slipped off after watching, and couldn't help but laugh.

"How do you feel that these fans who follow you are so rude?"

Qin Yang looked helpless: "What can I do, I am also desperate."

Han Qingqing smiled gently: "But you can see that everyone likes you very much. You don't usually post on Weibo. You suddenly post one. Everyone seems to be alive all of a sudden. Look, you only watched. After a while, the post has been reposted by a thousand more. Your fans are very active."

Qin Yang smiled and said triumphantly: "Look, many people said that they would come to watch and cheer me on, haha, anyhow, they are also a bit popular, so they don't make people think that they are completely Xiaobaiding, just bullying."

Han Qingqing joked, "You are letting fans come to make a stand for you."

Qin Yang casually began to reply to some of the highest-rated replies below. After all, Weibo still needs interaction. Otherwise, wouldn't it be a policy that only publishes regardless of policy?

Weibo is an interaction.

Qin Yang replied to the above Weibo, then opened the private message and replied a few, but later found that there were too many private messages, so he simply gave up.

No wonder those celebrities’ microblogs are managed and responded to by special personnel. There are not many savage growths like myself.

Han Qingqing looked at Qin Yang's helplessly shaking his head and couldn't help but smile: "Your Weibo is so active, you can find someone to help you take care of it..."

Qin Yang curled his mouth and said, "I won't post a Weibo for a month, don't you need it, or would you help me?"

Han Qingqing's eyes showed two points of excitement, but after hesitating, he shook his head and said, "Forget it, it's good for you."

Qin Yang looked at Han Qingqing strangely: "Didn't you just ask me to find someone to manage it?"

Han Qingqing stretched out her white arm from the bed, and gently tapped her finger on Qin Yang's reply on the screen: "Your Weibo has its own style, even if it’s your reply. If it were me Help you manage, reply or something, it may be very official and formal, it will create a sense of distance and unfamiliarity, which is not conducive to the relationship between you and your fans~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Although you post less, reply less , But because of this, these replies with your style are more interesting. Everyone will be more enthusiastic and hope to get the opportunity to interact with you. If I reply to each item or something, I will lose the meaning."

Qin Yang smiled and said: "Okay, you are right. Anyway, I don't point to them for anything. I just treat them as a bunch of friends. It's okay to brag about it. If it really makes a Weibo a day, I guess everyone will not. Why are you interested."

Han Qingqing pursed his lips and said with a smile: "That's the truth. I think many people will reply to you tomorrow to see you live. It seems that I will have to stay away tomorrow to avoid being trampled by the crowd."

Qin Yang naturally knew what Han Qingqing meant by staying away. It was hiding aside so that no one would discover the relationship between the two of them.

Qin Yang probed and kissed her forehead: "Well, I am wronged."

Han Qingqing shook his head and smiled: "Such an excellent man is my boyfriend. Why am I wronged?"

(End of this chapter)