Chapter 171

Mo yuan didn't seem to hear the noisy discussion around him.

At the moment he saw Su Chen, he felt a "bang" in his ear, as if something had exploded.

The brain is not a blank, but there are only countless alpacas left.

He was so clever that he soon understood what was going on.

Although, this fact in his heart is a hundred do not want to believe.

Looking back carefully, the song created by Su Chen really fits this new book.

I think the prince just wrote a beginning. How can he know the development of subsequent things?

And how did this guy know that the eleventh prince was sleeping?

There is only one reason. This guy is Prince Xi himself!

After trying to understand this, Mo yuan's face became very complicated.

Anger, frustration, shock... All kinds of complex expressions are constantly changing.

He would not believe this fact anyway!

Su Chen found Mo yuan in the crowd at a glance. After seeing the continuous change of his face, he couldn't help but tut tut mouth.

What a pity to see.

Taking back her eyes, Su Chen picked up the microphone in her hand and asked faintly, "I heard that someone said I was a dead fat house?"

Boom--

Her words sounded like thunder in everyone's ears!

No one is a fool. Su Chen's words have shown his identity.

But, but how is it possible!

No one can accept it. Did you start writing at the age of seven or eight?

This is too special! It's awesome!

These book powders don't look at beauty. People come here for a simple purpose to see their beliefs.

"Madder, where did you come from, silly beep, get off!"

"Get down, get down, get down!"

"How dare you pretend to be the eleventh prince? I don't think you want to live!"

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Everyone in the stadium was angry. In their opinion, Su Chen's practice was insulting their faith!

These people shouted angrily and moved slowly towards Su Chen.

Under the resonance of the sound, the roof of the gymnasium was almost lifted!

It's terrible!

However, facing all this, Su Chen didn't feel anything.

It's not her narcissism. She really knows her position in the hearts of these book fans. If someone pretends to be himself, the consequences must be unimaginable.

So for the first time, she didn't care if someone spoke to her like this. Without panic, she sat down, opened the laptop she just bought and logged in to the writer's backstage.

With the hairball, it all synchronized to the big screen behind her.

"Hold the grass, look!"

"My God, this is the writer backstage of the eleventh prince. She is really the prince!"

"Paralysis, what about the dead fat house? Is it reasonable?"

"Hiss, my face hurts. It's really true!"

Everyone stopped in shock and couldn't believe what they saw.

Thinking about what Su Chen said just now, they couldn't wait to find a ground to drill in.

How do we know you're not a fat house? How do we know you're so young!

You've changed. You wouldn't hit your fans in the face before!

Su Chen: I don't want to hit you in the face. Who asked you to send it up?

"Why, do you believe it now?" Su Chen chuckled and put away the computer.

The fans are going to cry. If you don't beat your face like this, you'll whip the corpse!

Can we not believe all the hard evidence?