Cannon Fodder Is King [Transmigration]

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AIDS, chaotic private life?

He said: "Be quiet, please be quiet..."

Finally, the crowd gradually calmed down.

Meng Zezhi asked, "Who can tell me what happened."

"Professor Meng, you don't know, it's spread all over the Internet." The crowd suddenly began to chatter again.

Meng Zezhi felt upset, so he took out his phone and opened Weibo, and he saw that he had taken the first and second hot searches on Weibo.

#孟则知AIDS#

#孟则知私生活乱#

He just clicked into a Weibo and took a look.

Hanging inside, one is his AIDS test report, and the other is a video showing that it has been deleted.

Look at the comments again.

[Surprised! 】

[This, this is my Professor Meng? 】

[Nosebleeds...No, spicy eyes (righteousness)]

[Can I say that Professor Meng's figure is not bad? It's... emmmm, the time seems a bit short. 】

[Eighteen short videos, there is no repetition of supporting roles, but also double...]

[So Professor Meng has been hacked again? 】

[Guaranteed by my Harry Potter personality, these little videos have absolutely no PS traces. 】

[Guaranteed by my personality to sing the national anthem on the bridge, these small videos have absolutely no PS traces. 】

[Guaranteed by the personality that I admire Xu Xian daring the sun snake, these small videos have absolutely no PS traces. 】

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[Worship the great PS gods upstairs. 】

[Men and women take it all, it's still a double plug, it's disgusting. 】

[Wait, there is still a pupil inside—]

[Fuck, molesting a young child—]

[The commentary style is so fascinating, why are few people scolding Meng Zezhi? 】

[Can't afford to offend! 】

[The official didn't dare to scold me before he came to a conclusion. It has been two months, and the swelling of his face has not disappeared yet. 】

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Meng Zezhi knew what was going on. At this moment, a reporter who was closer to him took out his mobile phone and put it in front of him, saying, "Professor Meng, all the small videos on the Internet have been deleted, but I saved it here. Two paragraphs, would you like to read it?"

As soon as Meng Zezhi raised his head, he saw'self' pressing on a young man, moving and forcing him to call his father.

Meng Zezhi: "..."

Meng Zezhi covered his mouth and coughed slightly: "I already know the general situation. I want to say two things about this. First, I have only hated two people in my life..."

This is a bit familiar, and the reporter is thoughtful.

Meng Zezhi stretched out a finger: "One is Chen Yinglong, he is dead."

Hearing this, the reporters present were shocked as if they were beaten with blood.

Just listen to Meng Zezhi’s slow and timid words: "As for the other one, he is known as a genius director, a genius writer, a genius songwriter..."

Before he could finish speaking, a reporter yelled, "Jiang Qiyang!"

"Yes." Who would have thought that at this moment, Jiang Qiyang jumped out. Meng Zezhi continued: "This was not a glorious thing at first. Do you still remember that Professor Yan Shijun was forced into the intensive care unit by Jiang Qiyang?"

Everyone thought and thought: "I remember, it seems that Professor Yan Shijun lost the bet. Jiang Qiyang refused to give up and insisted on Professor Yan Shijun to worship him as a teacher."

"I remember too..."

"Professor Yan Shijun is an old friend of mine. I believe in his judgment that a student with an average family background who has never been abroad can actually write pure and authentic foreign novels in seven languages?"

The reporters present did not dare to make judgments easily. There are many geniuses in this world, but Jiang Qiyang's ability is also too great.

"After Professor Yan Shijun's accident, I was frustrated, so I found someone to get stuck in the review of a movie and TV series he made at that time." Meng Zezhi is full of confidence and doesn't mind what impact these words will have on him.

"For this reason, he has a grudge against me." Meng Zezhi said: "A fake perfect video, I can't think of anyone other than him who can do it."

"Professor Meng said these videos are fake?"

"Of course." Meng Zezhi's eyebrows drooped slightly: "However, is this AIDS test report really true?"

This sentence is no less than a thunderbolt in a clear sky.

"Professor Meng, you mean you really have AIDS?"

"I was not in good health some time ago, it was because of AIDS." Meng Zezhi said lightly: "But, don't worry, everyone is worried, because the disease has been cured."

The author has something to say:

Zhu Zhengqing: I am serving you now, so that I can squeeze you out in the future T^T