As soon as I logged into QQ, I was bombarded with messages that I hadn’t seen since the last interview. QQ messages kept ringing, and when I opened it, I saw that the group, which was usually quiet and had almost no one talking, had received 99+ messages in one go.
Various people in the online dubbing circle also kept refreshing her screen in private messages, with emoticons and shocked exclamation marks coexisting. Weekend couldn't even figure out what they were refreshing the screen with for a moment.
Weekend held a mug in her hand, the aroma of hot cocoa lingering in her nose. She leaned back in her chair, tilted her head slightly, and was wondering if something big had happened. At this moment, a small window popped up on the lower right corner of QQ. Weekend took a look and saw that it was a small plan of her online dating club.
Seeing that the planning girl didn't use an exclamation mark, Weekend opened her private chat box. The planning girl, who was usually very calm, remained calm even when everyone was furious. There were only three messages sent to Weekend on the dialog box page, but these three calm messages shocked Weekend's nerves more than any exclamation mark.
The blue Song typeface is neatly arranged in the dialog box.
The first message was: "Zuo Zuo Mo, are you there?"
The second message was: "Go to YY and take a look."
However, it was the third message, just six short words that almost scared Weekend to the point of being speechless.
——You are going to have a master’s wife.
Weekend was so shocked by the last message that her fingers shook violently, and she accidentally sent a window shake to the planning girl. The girl on the other side sent her a string of ellipsis in reply.
"Sorry, my hand slipped ."
Weekend typed out this line of words with an apologetic look on her face. After sending it, she immediately found her headphones and plugged them into her computer, and almost hurriedly logged into her YY account.
YY, like her QQ, was bombarded with messages from all sides, with many windows popping up one after another. She blocked these channels that kept refreshing the screen on the weekend and directly clicked on her master's club in the water, which was also the club where Xue Sheng belonged.
The community channel was in host mode at the moment, prohibiting others from speaking. The person who was speaking was Xue Sheng, and just as Weekend had imagined, the channel was filled with emoticons and various texts.
"The voice of the great god Zai Shui Yi Fang is so beautiful!"
"Master, don't confess, just marry me !"
"The great goddess on the water side asks for marriage!"
Faced with the flowers and confessions that could almost be described as ferocious, Xue Sheng chuckled and said two words on the microphone: "Stop making trouble."
The girls’ confessions were even more aggressive.
Xue Sheng cleared his throat: "Is everyone here? Zuo Zuomo, are you there?"
I thought about it over the weekend and typed two words on the public screen: Yes.
Xue Sheng responded in a voice as mellow as wine: "Well, it's good that you're here."
At this time, Weekend found that there were dozens of "front row photos" under her message. Weekend didn't know whether to laugh or cry, so she cleared the messages on the screen and prepared to listen carefully to who her "master's wife" would be.
"So should I start speaking?" Xue Sheng started the microphone again.
"I want to tell you all this. Actually, I have known you for many years."
As Xue Sheng was speaking, there was a “knock knock” sound coming from the other end of YY.
Weekend could probably imagine Xue Sheng's current actions. He was probably tapping his fingers on the table, right? Just like that day in the western restaurant.
Xue Sheng paused, then continued, "I believe that some encounters are destined."
Weekend was stunned for a moment. Why does this sentence sound so familiar?
"There must be destiny guiding us. Ever since I became your master by accident, I have noticed you."
Xue Sheng's voice was still going on, but the news on the public screen had already exploded.
"Oh my god! Is the great god Zai Shui Yi Fang confessing his love to his disciple?"
"The great god Zai Shui Yi Fang loves his disciple!"
"Who is the disciple of the great god Zai Shui Yi Fang?"
"You don't know this? Didn't you see just now that the Great Master's disciple is the director of the Shenchen Rumo Society, Zuo Zuomo!"
On weekends, Zuo Zuomo himself stared blankly at the YY channel, having almost no idea what to do.
While waiting for this wave of screen swiping to pass, Xue Sheng threw out another important question.
"I've seen both your clumsiness and your efforts, Zuo Zuo Mo, are you willing to stay with me for the rest of the time?"
The master's wife that the planning girl mentioned... is that her? Weekend's eyes widened in shock, unable to believe it. Is her master confessing to her? No, should I say Xue Sheng is confessing to her?