Chapter 50
Fu Xiuyao watched the comments intensify, and later even said that she was taken care of outside.

interesting.

Fu Xiuyao laughed, and leaned against the back of the chair, his dark eyes were stained with a bit of inquiry.

Now, she is a little bit more interested.

I don't know what interesting things will happen in the future.

giggle.

Aunt Liu's knock on the door suddenly sounded at this moment.

"Please come in." Fu Xiuyao looked towards the bedroom door, playing with the phone in his hand.

Aunt Liu opened the door and took a few steps, and said to her, "Xiao Gu, the couriers are all unpacked, do you want me to bring them in now?"

"The clothes are all washed, dried and put in the closet. The daily necessities are arranged according to their positions, and my pair of glasses are brought to me directly."

"Okay." After hearing this, Aunt Liu gently closed the door and left.

Fu Xiuyao looked at the phone again, and after reading the latest post on it, the corners of his mouth slowly rose.

This turning point is surprisingly fast.

One person sent out a clarification post titled - I am Fu Xiuyao's high school classmate, and I am here to speak for her.

"Fu Xiuyao is a student at City A's No. 745 Middle School. She ranks first in every final exam. She was the number one student in liberal arts in the national college entrance examination last year, with a total score of [-]. She is a well-deserved master of learning."

"She won the first prize in various composition competitions, and her article was published in the well-known literary magazine "Broken Juan". She won the first prize in the National Geography Knowledge Contest for Middle School Students, the only perfect score."

……

As soon as this post came out, those people who had been implicating her for no reason before were immediately slapped in the face, and some people came out to speak out for her.

[Schoolmaster Xueshen hides his secrets, if he doesn't say anything, he just pretends that he really didn't win an award? 】

[School masters still have to write their awards and test scores on their faces all the time these days. 】

……

Someone unwillingly asked who the number one scholar in liberal arts in city a was, and found out that his name was really Fu Xiuyao.

God, why haven't they heard of this name before?Logically speaking, shouldn't the No. [-] Scholar be widely publicized?
But there are still people who don't want to believe the fact that others are good.

[Hehe, I graduated from the No. [-] middle school last year. Yan Xirong has always been the number one liberal arts subject. Where is Fu Xiuyao? 】

[I'm a student in No. [-] Middle School, and I've never heard of such a student god in the school. What kind of genius is this? 】

[The host is Fu Xiuyao himself, don't pretend. 】

……

After reading the latest comments, Fu Xiuyao felt that the plot was getting more and more interesting.

It seems like a lot of people are caring about it, or maybe not many.

She got up and walked out of the bedroom, and said to Aunt Liu who was packing the express boxes, "Aunt Liu, is there any fruit in the house?"

Aunt Liu replied, "No, what's the matter?"

"Buy some fruit and come back, you can do anything." After Fu Xiuyao finished speaking, he walked back to the bedroom, intending to continue watching the play, without the awareness of the person concerned at all.

It seems that she is really bored today.

This time the reversal came faster.

[Laughing to death, I still have the face to say that I am a student of No. [-] Middle School. Go back to your alma mater and look at the gold list of the college entrance examination. Can't you see the name of the champion? 】

[Fu Xiuyao and I are in the same class, she is the number one, but she never attends class, so she beat you easily, what's wrong? 】

[Everyone dares to say that he is a member these days, tsk tsk. 】

[The study committee member of the fourth class personally said that Fu Xiuyao is the No. 1 class in the mid-term exam, even if he doesn't listen to the class, he is still better than you. 】

……

Fu Xiuyao was spinning the pen in his hand, and felt that seeing these things without something to eat really reduced the fun.

The person involved is eating melons happily, but some dark people behind the network are anxious.

(End of this chapter)

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