Mo Shao’s Heart-warming Favorite: the National School Grass is a Girl

Mo Yuan didn't seem to hear the noisy discussions around him.

The moment he saw Su Chen, he felt a "boom" in his ear, as if something had exploded.

The brain is not blank, but there are only countless alpacas left.

He was already extremely smart, and soon understood what was going on.

Although, this fact was a hundred in his heart that he didn't want to believe.

Recall carefully that the song written by Su Chen really fits this new book too well.

Come to think of it, the prince just wrote a beginning, how can it be clear about the development of subsequent things?

There was also that time when the Eleventh Prince broke the watch. How could this guy know so well that the Eleventh Prince was sleeping?

There is only one reason, this guy is the Eleventh Prince himself!

After understanding this, Mo Yuan's expression became extremely complicated.

Anger, frustration, shock... all kinds of complex expressions are constantly changing.

This fact is something he would not believe in anyway!

Su Chen spotted Mo Yuan in the crowd at a glance. After seeing his face constantly changing, he couldn't help but tut.

It's really pitiful.

Withdrawing his gaze, Su Chen picked up the microphone in his hand and asked faintly: "I heard that some people say that I am a fat house?"

boom--

Her words sounded like a thunder, blowing in everyone's ears!

No one is a fool, and Su Chen's words have already revealed his identity.

But how is it possible!

No one can accept it. Did you start creating at the age of seven or eight?

This is so awesome!

These book fans are not based on their appearance. People come here for a simple purpose, to see their beliefs.

"Made, where's the silly beep, get out!"

"Go down, go down, go down!"

"You dare to pretend to be the eleventh prince, I think you don't want to live anymore!"

...

Everyone in the stadium was angry. In their opinion, Su Chen's actions were insulting their beliefs!

These people yelled angrily, while slowly moving in Su Chen's direction.

Under the resonance of the sound, the roof of the gymnasium was almost lifted!

It's horrible!

However, in the face of all this, Su Chen didn't think there was anything.

It's not that she is narcissistic, she really knows what place she is in the hearts of these fans. If someone pretends to be himself, the consequences will be disastrous.

So for the first time, she didn't care about someone talking to herself like this, she sat down without panic, opened the laptop she just bought, and logged in to the writer's backstage.

With the hair ball, all of this was synchronized on the big screen behind her.

"Hold the grass, look at it!"

"My God, this is the writer's backstage for the Eleventh Prince, she turned out to be the Prince!"

"Paralyzed, what about the dead fat house? This is really unreasonable!"

"Hi, Lao Tzu's face hurts, this is really true!"

Everyone stopped in shock and couldn't believe what they saw.

Thinking about what Su Chen said just now, they couldn't wait to find a place to sew in.

How do we know that you are not a fat house? How do we know that you are so young!

You have changed, you never slapped your fans in the face before!

Su Chen: I don't want to slap you in the face. Who wants you to send it up?

"Why, do you believe it now?" Su Chen chuckled and put away the computer.

Fans are about to cry, if you don't take you to face and whip the body!

Now that such iron evidence has been brought out, can we still not believe it?