Bai Qi was bored from sitting for a long time, propped his chin in his right hand, and slowly counted the time.

The virtual projection showed Lu Xinran's Weibo homepage, but the comment and private message section next to it was taken out separately, as if it had been disassembled, a type of layout that had never been seen before.

Bai Qi's delicate eyes glanced at the screen, frowned, and said to himself, "Why so slow?"

How long will it take for Lu Xinran to get back his account? so slow.

Suddenly remember something...

Oh, sorry, I forgot to lift the ban, no one should have the ability to find out the problem in the management of Weibo background.

Lazy to do it, he ordered the black phone: "Can you solve it?"

The black phone vibrated slightly:

dare not say no...

It opens a background by itself, and lines of code slowly appear.

Suddenly, the window on the right shook, Bai Qi looked around, and Lu Xinran sent a private message.

"Open it and see." She said calmly.

The meager private message box was enlarged, and a person called a humble account privately chatted with Lu Xinran: "What are you doing? Are you messing with my mentality?"

The humble account, the one who posted the video of her arguing with Lu Xinran?

Bai Qi became interested, sat up straight, and replied to him with a question mark.

The other party replied in seconds: "Didn't you ask me to post the video just to hack her? Now you stand up and slap your face again? What the **** are you doing? Aren't your account hacked?"

Bai Qi raised his lips and replied, "Don't worry, I will double the money you should give."

The attitude of the humble trumpet is better now: "That's fine, then you can play as you like! But don't do this next time, at least tell me in advance?!"

Bai Qi's eyes flickered, and he replied, "Well."

Then, click the screenshot button.

The black phone vibrated slightly, indicating that the ban had been lifted.

Bai Qi smiled lightly, exited Weibo, and then cut into a video.

The black phone threw out a virtual keyboard, and her fingertips quickly typed out rows of codes.

Meanwhile, somewhere hidden.

A huge room with a stern deadness on the white walls.

The window was closed, but there was a ray of light through the white gauze, slowly intruding, with a bit of jumping warmth.

All around are large and small instruments, neatly laid out, quite a bit solemn.

The house is not new, but it is very clean, and there is not even a trace of dust on the corners. In the center of the room, there is a large and soft operating bed, as if it had been specially made to order.

A girl lay on it, with all kinds of tubes stuck all over her body. The transparent nutrient solution passed through the cold eye of the needle, slowly instilling that little meager vitality into her.

The door opened lightly, and Bear walked in wearing a sterile suit.

He knew that he might not be able to hear at all, but he couldn't help but lighten his pace.

A new medicine in his hand.

Although he was only thirteen years old, he was taller than his peers. Standing in front of the hospital bed, he had the attitude of a little adult.

He reached out and took out the booklet beside the bed and filled in the data carefully and carefully line by line.

"Wanwan, I have good news for you. The big devil told Gu Qing that she got the Green Frost Grass! I guess Meteor will be able to deliver it tomorrow, and then you will be able to wake up. Happy?"

He looked at Wanwan, who was sleeping softly, and said to himself, "If you don't speak, you are happy, I know you are happy!"

Little Bear smiled: "I'm also very happy."

He stared at Wan Wan's face intently, his expression very warm.

Unexpectedly, he didn't find the index finger of Wanwan's right hand.

Suddenly...

Move it!