Vol 2 Chapter 407: I don’t want money, I’m dying

Throughout New Year's Day, Qin Luo stayed at home, either driving a Porsche to send Fu Xiaowan out to buy food, or driving a Porsche to buy food with Fu Xiaowan.

Driving a luxury car to buy food? This quite eye-catching scene was naturally put on the Internet.

"Shocked, the youngest professor in history actually did this..."

"Driving a Porsche 911, the people's teacher is appropriate."

"..."

The youngest professor in the history of Yan University drove a luxury car to buy food?

All of a sudden, there was a scolding about Qin Luo on the Internet.

There are those who agree, and there are more opponents.

Seeing the overwhelming condemnation on the Internet, Fu Xiaowan was furious.

Moreover, this public opinion is still expanding, and even the owners of the Minhe community are beginning to discuss it.

"I'm so angry, these people just can't eat grapes and say grapes are sour!" Fu Xiaowan threw the phone aside and said angrily.

What's wrong with driving a luxury car? Qin Luo earned it by his own ability. If he doesn't steal or rob him, what can't he open?

"Son, are you not going to say something?" Fu Xiaowan turned to look at Qin Luo.

Say something?

Think about it, after all, I'm a celebrity, and I really should say something.

So Qin Luo took out his phone from his pocket and clicked on Weibo.

"If you don't return to the hometown, it's like a night walk in a beautiful dress"

"PS: Chalk college entrance examination video teaching is about to start, children who have not yet downloaded the chalk college entrance examination, go and download it (*╹▽╹*)~"

After thinking about it, Qin Luo added another "cute expression" behind and sent it out.

"Finish."

"It's done? So fast?" Fu Xiaowan raised her eyebrows, a little surprised.

"It wasn't a big deal..."

"Ding Ding Ding..."

Before Qin Luo could finish speaking, the mobile phone's alert tone kept ringing.

Seeing the 99 private messages, Qin Luo's eyebrows twitched.

How long is this? It's not a minute, how come so many people follow Weibo?

Humph, a group of scumbags.

In the next second, Qin Luo picked up the phone and checked the contents of the private messages one by one.

"Xueba, can you not be so embarrassed with your ad?"

"Qin Xueba, at any rate, you are also a Porsche driver. Others do promotion by forwarding and drawing a lottery. How about you? If you don't show it at all, can't you just take a snack?"

Hehe, why are these people paying attention to the wrong place? The main purpose of this Weibo is to clarify whether it is good or not.

Shaking his head, Qin Luo began to write a blog post, and posted a link: "Repost this Weibo, and draw ten fans to give Xueba an autograph."

Qin Luo also thought about giving money, but that seemed too vulgar. As the youngest student in China's history, Qin Luo felt that he should get out of the silt and not be infected, be clear and not demon.

How can I be considered a celebrity? Isn't the signature of a celebrity more meaningful than sending money?

"Ding Ding Ding..."

As soon as the blog post was posted, Qin Luo's cell phone rang again.

"Students beg you not to engage in such bells and whistles. Everyone is an intellectual. It is more realistic to draw money."

"That's right on the first floor, like it."

"I don't want an autographed photo, can it be discounted."

"..."

Qin Luo wanted to find the one that was unique from a large number of comments, but unfortunately, he rummaged through all the comment areas, but he didn't see one.

vulgar! Unbearable!

Qin Luo angrily turned off Weibo, asking for money, but there was a photo for signing!