Chapter 267 FB (2/5 Guaranteed)

Chapter 267 FB (25 guaranteed)

"Si." Qiong is in a high mood today. Maybe it's because the day to be discharged from the hospital is getting closer, and the postoperative healing is also perfect. She seems to be much more lively recently.

Aokiji saw that she was leaning on the bed and playing with her mobile phone again, and frowned reproachfully: "If you sit like this for a long time, you will have problems with your waist."

As he said this, Aokiji picked up a pillow and put it on the back of her waist.

Qiong slightly raised his waist, looked at the phone, and whispered: "This is uncomfortable."

"It's better to be uncomfortable now than later." Aokiji said, but smiled hoarsely. Just now he was laughing at Songshanyan for looking like an old woman, but now his virtue is not much better than his.

Qiong curled his lips, but looked at Si Aoki and said softly: "Si, have you read the news?"

"Ah?" Aokiji blinked: "Are they those related to me?"

Qiong nodded cautiously.

"Look! It's quite fun." Aokiji smiled cheerfully, pulled the sheets for her, brought a chair and sat next to her.

"Isn't Si angry?" Qiong looked into Si Aoki's eyes and found that his eyes were as calm as ever.

But Aokiji looked at her with a puzzled expression: "Why are you angry, just because those reports said bad things about me?"

"Yes, especially the guy called Yachiyo no Dragon, the Iron Fist Aaron." Qiong mentioned that Aaron was still a little angry. Although he tried his best to control it, he still couldn't help pouting: "He accepts it. I went too far during the interview.”

Aokiji chuckled and pinched her face: "Qiong is getting cuter and cuter. Don't worry. War of words is part of mixed martial arts. No one wants to lose momentum before the game. I didn't say that when I was interviewed. Isn’t that arrogant?”

"But..." Qiong was still a little angry. He frowned and showed the interview to Aoki Si: "Si, you can read it yourself."

Aokiji really doesn't watch these interviews very much. Firstly, he thinks they are meaningless, and secondly, he doesn't want to get angry after reading them. Although he doesn't care about it, he still gets angry for a while when someone talks bad about him.

But Qiong did this because he cared about him, and he didn't want to refuse, so he started to look at it.

After reading it, Aokiji chuckled: "Okay, don't be angry, he is bragging."

The summary of Aaron's interview is actually not very nutritious. It probably goes like this: That bald man washes his neck and waits. Although my fist is the hardest, but when I hit you, I will use my ground skills to TKO you. Don't forget that you once Your face was covered with blood after being beaten by me. This time you didn’t have the chance to lie down and hug me.

This guy is really obsessed with ground technology! It's been a month or two, and I still hate this.

Aokiji shook his head speechlessly and handed the phone to Qiong: "When he meets me, I will beat him up and vent my anger for you."

"What, what do you mean venting your anger for me?" Qiong's cheeks were slightly red, he put the phone aside and muttered in a low voice. After a while, he suddenly looked at Aoki Si: "Does Si have a personal FB?"

"FB?" Aokiji was a little confused.

"It's a personal homepage, just like the previous blog, now we all use fakebooks." Qiong explained, taking out his mobile phone: "I see that professional players have them. Sometimes they can post their own updates or respond to something. , quite convenient.”

Oh, Aokiji understands, but why is this thing called Fakebook? Fake book? Is it to avoid some harmonious words?

"I don't have time to do that." Aokiji smiled and said, "If you don't have time to run a business, it won't make much sense. Besides, I have no intention of relying on my fame to make a living. I will fade away after the game. It’s pretty good too.”

Qiong Que said righteously: "Si, look at their personal homepages. They are all attacking you."

On the screen of his mobile phone, Qiong opened an officially certified page, and it turned out to be Aaron - just look at what Aaron said in his latest status.

"Besides me, there seems to be no one in Chiba who is worthy of this competition, right? That bald guy? There is a difference between a bad boy and a professional boxer! (Smirk expression)"

After reading it, Aokiji curled his lips, this kid is quite active!

Qiong took the phone back and said: "His comments are full of people who came to watch the fun. Many people want to see your response, but they can't find your FB page. Now many people say you are afraid or something."

Speaking of this, Qiong was a little angry: "It's obviously not like that."

Seeing her like this, Aokiji couldn't help but laugh. He stretched out his hand and rubbed her head: "Okay, why are you so excited today? Calm down. If you feel angry, just open one for me. What do you want? Just say what you want back, of course, don't go too far, and don't involve anything sensitive."

"Really?" Qiong's eyes lit up, and he held the phone in his hands with a somewhat expectant look in his eyes: "Will Si be willing to let me manage FB?"

"Anyway, I don't have much time. If Qiong is interested, just use it as a pastime." Aokiji said, feeling pretty good himself, and smiled: "In this case, Qiong has done me a big favor! "

Qiong lowered her head and her cheeks were slightly red. She really thought so - lying on the hospital bed, it was difficult for her to even go to the scene to cheer for Aokiji, but she saw Aokiji working so hard every day, but she could only Being like a burden, only she knows how much pressure Qiong feels.

She really wanted to do something for Aokiji, but what could she do?

After much thought, she thought of this while watching Tsukasa Aoki's interview. It's just that she didn't know how to express it to Aokiji, so she deliberately found a topic that was rare before. When she talked about this matter, she waited for Aokiji to take the initiative to speak.

Seeing Aokiji smiling proudly, as if he had thought of some good idea, Qiong snickered, feeling a little happy that his plan was successful.

She fiddled with her phone and quickly created an account: "Now, the account password and various security questions have been sent to your Line."

"You can manage it for me." Aokiji looked at her eyes and expression, which showed a rare excitement and joy. He couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth even more clearly.

Qiong's fingers were tapping, and then he suddenly raised his phone and said to Aoki Si: "Si, don't laugh."

Aokiji was stunned when he heard this, and just as he was stunned, Qiong pressed the shooting button, the flash flashed with a click, and Aokiji instinctively narrowed his eyes.

Qiong looked at the photo, squinting, and Aokiji, who looked expressionless and sinister, nodded with satisfaction.

"Sent!" Qiong handed the phone to Aoki Si, turned his head and said casually: "How about this reply?"

Aokiji looked at the words on his phone. At first glance, they looked so concise that they didn't look like random writing. He looked at Qiong suspiciously.

"Dragon of Yachiyo? Sorry, this title will probably disappear after you compete with me."

The sentence I sent also x-on:Aaron’s FB, # Supernova Conference # , # Chiba Division # , and also posted the photos I just took.

This. Have you already thought about how to post it?

Aokiji handed the phone to Qiong and looked at her meaningfully, but Qiong just stuffed the phone into his arms with an expressionless expression. He lost his previous talkativeness and coughed twice, with a cold voice that could not be concealed. Shy: "I'm sleepy, please lend me a knee."

Aokiji smiled bitterly and moved closer to the bed, leaning his back against the head of the bed and consciously posing.

Qiong moved his head from the bed as he was used to it, hugged the phone tightly in his arms, wrapped himself in a quilt, and lay down on the fairly spacious hospital bed, curling up with his little head resting comfortably on Aoki's legs. I rubbed it and closed my eyes.

"I'm not allowed to leave even if I'm asleep."

Qiong's soft words made Aokiji couldn't help laughing: "I understand, you can go to sleep."

After a while, Qiong's calm voice gradually sounded. Aokiji carefully turned his cell phone to silent, leaned on the bedside, and opened Line.

After saving the account password sent by Qiong, Aokiji looked at Busujima Saeko in the chat box and couldn't help but open the chat box.

These days, communicating with Busujima Saeko through Line every day has almost become a habit for Aoki Tsukasa.

But for Aokiji, something that was obviously a normal thing made him feel inexplicably guilty at this moment.

After hesitating, he stopped sending the message. Aokiji put the phone aside, leaned against the bed quietly, stared at Qiong's sleeping face, and sighed softly.