Landlord: This building lists the intersection of the grades in the second grade of high school within 100, and the intersection of all the girls who participated in this art show. Seven in total.

There are also girls who call themselves Y, Guangya and Fang Yunyan.

This building lists nine girls one by one according to the serial number, please vote for the god in your mind.

In the end, a lottery will be drawn from those who voted correctly, and the lottery is a set of "No Survivor".

Of course, if God Y is not among the nine, a lottery is drawn from all those who voted.

1st Floor: Voted, but I want to know what's going on with us. Our flower is so beautiful, I don't allow you to black her!

Second floor: agree with the first floor!

Landlord: Don't make trouble, the landlord is not malicious. There was a post before that Fang Yunyan's WeChat name was y, and everyone in the seventh class knew about it. So I just mentioned it.

Seventh floor: Well, the landlord is so warm, I'm throwing smoke.

Landlord:  …

Tong Qiu looked at this post and muttered: "What, the landlord doesn't put photos, only the name how I vote, so let's vote blindly."

Yunyan made a nasal sound: "Huh?"

Due to the threat of the same table, Tong Qiu voted for Yunyan.

By the time it was almost half past ten, Yunyan's votes were already ahead of the previous few scholars by a slight advantage.

Reply to the post.

70th Floor: Well, I don't know each other, I'm throwing smoke.

Seventy-second floor: Yunyan is so beautiful today, if you want to marry, please vote first.

80th Floor: Even if the old witch said in our class that Yunyan's study was a bit scum, I still couldn't help voting for her, it was so beautiful!

Landlord: At 10:30, the voting is closed, please wait patiently for God Y to appear.

82nd Floor: Is this polling post a joke? The grade flower actually got the first vote.

Eighty-fifth floor: So this is a face-to-face world...

Eighty-sixth floor: Hehe, there are so many stupid people who only look at their faces. Post them.

Landlord: This is just an entertainment post, don't be so serious! Please respect each other ua!

At this moment, Fang Zheng, Yunyan and the others had already gone to the backstage to prepare.

After two or three shows, it will be their turn to dance classically.

The forum posts almost exploded.

Ninety-first floor: Weakly speaking, has anyone noticed that the two good-looking representatives from the second and seventh class of high school quietly left?

Ninety-second floor: I'll go! It really is! Everyone in their classical dance class has left.

Ninety-fifth floor: Calculate the time... Could it be that God Y is really the fairy of Yunyan?

100th Floor: Don't scare me!

Floor 101: Didn't the old witch say that Yunyan learned scum? Stop guessing.

Guangya originally planned to do a belly dance and show off the limelight in this cultural performance.

But because of the fact that she pretended to be a god, although the classmates treated her no different on the surface, not many people were willing to learn belly dancing with her.

The school art gala is a big stage, and the number of people is not enough, so there is no sense of style when jumping.

Guangya could only give up and watch the performance offstage.

Guangya apparently also saw this post about voting to guess God.

At half past ten, when she saw her pitiful three votes, she gritted her teeth angrily.

She thought: "Why, that Fang Yunyan also pretended to be God Y, why should everyone vote for her?!"

Still the first!

Then she saw the reply from the eighty-sixth floor, and she felt that she had finally met someone who was in the same camp.

Guangya clicked on that person's personal interface and sent a friend request.

You are? add me for what?

——I see that you are very dissatisfied with everyone voting for Fang Yunyan, and I am also very dissatisfied. I think everyone's eyes are blinded by Fang Yunyan.

The person over there received this message and slowly typed out a: ?

Guangya: Can I add you as a friend?

- No, I'm afraid of neurosis.

Guangya's face turned green, she never expected that she would get such a response.

She typed a long story and just clicked send.

After seeing my message, a red exclamation mark appeared, "The system prompts: the other party has blocked you, and you cannot send any messages to the other party".

About 16 or 7 minutes later, the host was on the stage talking emotionally and eloquently.

"In the past, there were high-rise buildings that sang songs and night strings, and there were dancing sleeves that swept the city and the country (note)... Let's invite the second and seventh class of high school to bring the program "Yanlong Moon"."

"Damn it! It's really Class Seven!"

"God Y is actually in the same class as Grade Flower!"

"There are still school grass in the class, woohoo, what kind of fairy class is this!"

"I suddenly regret that I didn't study hard in junior high school. If I can get into the top 500, maybe I can be in the same class with the three of them."

The curtain at the front of the auditorium slowly rose, and with the smoke of colored lights and dry ice, everyone took their place.

Get your hands up.

The audience instantly burst into screams.

"School grass! Fang Zheng!"

"He's so handsome standing there that I can't put it together... What am I talking about, I'm only eighteen!"

"Damn it, that wiper! Ah, ah, Fang Zheng, I love you!"

"Yunyan is really a fairy!"

"Her figure, this bent waist! Awsl!!"

"Come on Yunyan! We all support you!"

The seats for the third year and the second year are not in the same area, but it does not prevent everyone from being infected by the atmosphere of the second year students and cheering together.

Yesterday, the boy who lit the cigarette looked at the girls with wide sleeves fluttering and soft figures on the stage.

He said: "I'll just say, how could those sophomores know how many of us are scolding them. Don't worry about it, look at the beauties and wash their eyes."

As he said that, his gaze towards Yunyan became more and more unscrupulous.