Routine Tsundere Bamboo Horse Raiders

Chapter 89 Slapping the face

Chapter 89 Slapping the face (2)

No matter how stupid the woman is, she can hear that Lan Qiduo is saying that she has no quality, and her face turns blue and red suddenly, and she can't hold her face anymore.

He said coldly: "Please also pay attention to your wording, how could I steal a piece of paper?"

"Not necessarily." Lan Qiduo smiled suddenly: "What if my paper is more valuable?"

With a smile in her eyes, Lan Qiduo passed the audience calmly and continued:

"What if I say that it is the work of the famous illustrator-"Falling Flowers and Water"? Everyone knows that his works are just for apprentices, not for sale, right?"

"And coincidentally, my piece of paper is made of a special material. It looks like a piece of white paper on the surface, and the painting can only be seen through the light. If you don't believe it, you can take it for verification..."

The woman's face suddenly turned pale, something flashed through her mind, and she reconfirmed that she hadn't revealed any clues.

Tell yourself desperately not to panic.

Then he snorted coldly, and said disdainfully: "What's the use of talking nonsense?"

Lan Qiduo saw that she was still pretending at this time, and couldn't help but smile brightly: "Of course, I just want Auntie to know how expensive this piece of paper is..."

"As for anything else..."

When Lan Qiduo said this, she deliberately paused, and then glanced at the woman seemingly unintentionally.

Seeing her, the woman panicked inexplicably, and had a bad premonition.

"As for the rest, it's evidence."

Ling Xiyu's calm voice came, obviously it was a voice without any emotion, but it made people feel that it was more pleasant than the echo of ice water dripping from the depths of the iceberg.

When everyone came back to their senses, they found that the young man had already stood on the stage at some point, and the face of the banishment was piercingly handsome with the harshness and chill of winter.

Even the women who were already aunts in the audience couldn't help but take a second look.

Ling Xiyu didn't wait for the people below to speak, so he opened his mouth in a clear and cold voice:

"Hi everyone, I'm Lingxiyu."

"In order to let most people understand the purpose of my standing here, I can simply say that I am Lin Yu's son, that Lin Yu who debuted at the age of 16 and is currently filming the "Tsundere Bamboo Horse" TV series."

"Next, I want to show you a video first..."

As Ling Xiyu said, he picked up a USB flash drive and connected it to the big screen in the center of the press conference.

Soon, a shaking figure appeared on the big screen.

The place where the video was shot was a classroom, and the camera was aimed at Lan Qiduo's seat, so the first few seconds were all of Lan Qiduo's magnified face.

Immediately afterwards, there were only a pile of books left in the screen, and Lan Qiduo's crisp and joyful voice came: "Ling Xiyu, we are going to go to physical education class!" After Ling Xiyu said "hmm", the video In the middle, a piece of Lan Qiduo's clothes flickered for a moment, and then the two of them seemed to have gone to physical education class, and there was no sound in the video for a long time.

Ling Xiyu pressed fast-forward on the video, and the screen jumped to more than ten minutes later, a woman wearing a mask suddenly appeared in the video, she looked around for a long time, and then carefully flipped through the things on Lan Qiduo's desktop In the end, she tore off two blank pages in a thick book before leaving quietly.

After Ling Xiyu pressed the pause button, she pulled the video back a little bit, and the face of the woman wearing the mask was frozen on the screen.

Ling Xiyu's gaze fell on the pale-faced woman in the audience, and she spoke unhurriedly:

"I think everyone may have guessed who this person is?"

(Ps: Guess where this camera came from?)

(End of this chapter)

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