That Girl From Nowhere: Tycoon's Forbidden Sweetheart Chapter 111

Yun Qiluo had no idea what had happened in the villa. It was only after she got in the car that her mind started to clear up a bit.

She remembered those two troublesome women from yesterday and realized she still hadn’t told Uncle Butler to stop them from leveling up!

Afraid she might forget once she got back, she quickly jotted it down in her little notebook.

After arriving at school, she took out her phone while waiting for the professor to arrive.

She reinstalled Weibo and obediently deleted all her photos.

Once she had cleared everything out, she looked at her now-empty homepage and felt a bit uneasy. So she thought for a moment and posted a dog face emoji.

The beautiful woman had said she absolutely mustn’t show her face.

But posting emojis and chatting with netizens should still be okay.

After she was done, Yun Qiluo happily put away her phone and focused on the class.

After a while, Song Shijia noticed this and whispered to her, "Why did you delete your photos?"

Yun Qiluo didn’t dare to speak during class, so she kept her mouth shut and quietly wrote "I can’t show my face" on a piece of paper, sliding it over to Song Shijia.

Song Shijia instantly understood; it seemed her family indeed didn’t want her in the public eye.

She then lowered her head to refresh Weibo and found that there was no trace of any news about Yun Qiluo.

Even the media that first posted the interview video had deleted it.

And it seemed someone was constantly monitoring it; any mention of her would disappear in seconds.

All this happened in just one short day...

This kind of immense power couldn’t be achieved by money alone.

It’s way better than any celebrity’s PR team, causing Song Shijia to be a bit tongue-tied.

This made her even more curious about Yun Qiluo’s family background.

From the looks of it, such strictness and power, it must be an influential family.

But seeing how simple she is, she doesn’t seem at all like a child from a posh family.

Besides, what kind of affluent family wouldn’t even give a bit of pocket money???

It’s too contradictory.

Finally, Song Shijia came to one conclusion: there is a big shot behind Yun Qiluo.

Song Shijia is completely addicted to her phone, unable to be without it for a moment.

As soon as class ended and she saw Luo Luo still reading, she immediately took out her phone and opened a game.

Very soon, sounds from the game started coming through.

Especially invigorating.

Yun Qiluo couldn’t help but take a peek, thinking it looked like movie special effects.

Curious, she asked, "What are you playing?"

Song Shijia replied while her fingers danced across the screen, quickly followed by the sound of a double kill!

She then took the time to say, "It’s a competitive game. You should try it when you have time."

Yun Qiluo had never played games before, so she was very curious.

But the TV always said playing games is bad and would affect your studies.

So, after stealing a few glances, she suppressed her curiosity and continued reading.

Song Shijia said, "Wait for me a bit. Once I’m done with this round, we can go eat."

At the mention of eating, the young girl’s eyes lit up.

From then on, even reading became half-hearted, only waiting to eat.

In the end, she simply put her book away and watched Song Shijia play her game instead.

Counting the time, waiting for her to finish.

She couldn’t quite understand the game’s interface, but after watching for a while, she sort of grasped some of the rules.

The more she watched, the more fun it seemed.

Teaming up with four strangers to battle against five enemy players.

You’re bound to make lots of good friends!

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