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Chapter 463 - 463: The Immortals Group Doted on Little Junior Sister, and Third Senior Sister Is Here (2)

Nian Yi’an had no time to deal with her, slinging his bag over his shoulder and riding away on his bike.

Upon arriving home, he called Si Fuqing to inquire about her day.

“By the way, Sister Qingiqng, why did you send a photo collection?” Yu Xiheng held his head, “My classmates went crazy.”

“Hm? A photo collection is easier to collect,” Si Fuqing replied, “What’s there to go crazy about?”

Nian Yi’an described the scene to her.

Si Fuqing’s eyes sparkled with mischief, “You’re saying your cute, pretty, and academically proficient desk-mate is my fan?”

“Yes, a crazy fan, ” Yu Xiheng said solemnly, “But she… she’s a ‘mom fan’.”

He had been educated by Lin Jihuan on the types of fans.

Si Fuqing:

She hung up the phone expressionlessly.

How could a girl younger than herself be a ‘mom fan’?!

Truly an unscientific world.

Two days later, “Survival 66 Days” officially concluded.

The last two episodes were still in editing, but the number of online reservations had already reached fifty million.

It was another star-studded variety show, its influence undeniable.

The next day was the annual banquet of Tianle Media.

Si Fuqing was busy preparing all plans, ensuring everything at the banquet went off without a hitch.

At seven in the evening, Yu Xiheng returned.

Then, he saw a girl curled up into a small ball on the sofa, sleeping in a pose reminiscent of a fox curling its tail.

Feng San approached quietly, whispering, “Brother Nine, Miss Si has been busy all day and fell asleep from exhaustion. I didn’t dare to wake her.”

He also didn’t dare to say, fearing Si Fuqing’s wrath.

“Mhmm,” Yu Xiheng’s expression remained unchanged, indifferent, “Go prepare something to eat.”

Feng San retreated, “Yes.”

The sky outside the window was completely dark, leaving only the lights on.

Yu Xiheng approached, gently patting Si Fuqing’s head, “Wake up, don’t sleep here, it’s uncomfortable. Go to the bedroom.”

“I don’t want to.” Si Fuqing, half-asleep upon hearing someone calling her, turned over, “Why do you care where I sleep, you’re so annoying.” Her voice at this moment was too soft and hazy.

Yu Xiheng sighed, somewhat helpless, “Really not getting up?

“I really can’t open my eyes.” Si Fuqing, with eyes closed, hugged the pillow tightly, “I don’t want to move and don’t have the strength. You might as well carry me there.”

Silence fell around them.

Good, she had scared everyone off; no one would disturb her now.

Si Fuqing contentedly continued to sleep.

The next second, her body suddenly lifted into the air.

Long arms encircled her waist, drawing her into a warm embrace.

Colliding with the man’s warm chest, the scent of osmanthus under the moonlight suddenly enveloped her, clear and profound.

This gentle yet slightly sharp aura was so familiar that Si Fuqing instantly woke up.

After a silence of three seconds, she had already been placed on the bed.

She decided to greet him, “Boss, good evening.”

“Hmm?” Yu Xiheng smiled, “Still aware it’s evening, not stupefied by sleep.”

He stepped back, one hand in his trouser pocket, “Come out for dinner in a while. ”

The door closed, and Si Fuqing rubbed her face, muttering, “Black-hearted

Monster.”

All of her most embarrassing moments recently had been in front of Yu Xiheng.

This commotion had fully awakened Si Fuqing.

She turned on her computer, intending to check for any replies from T18.

But the computer screen suddenly went black.

A green loading bar appeared.

Si Fuqing raised an eyebrow.

A counterattack?

Interesting.

She opened a can of coke with one hand, casually typing on the keyboard with the other.

In a few seconds of engagement, Si Fuqing had already identified the attacker’s style, surely a new investigator from the intelligence department after her demise.

The technique was decent.

Worth honing a bit.

Si Fuqing coded a few programs into the system, led the attacker on for an hour, then completely sealed off the program. She also casually patched a few firewall vulnerabilities.

She sighed to herself.

She really was an outstanding worker.

How could her senior brothers and sisters have such a thoughtfuljunior sister?

What the outstanding worker Si Fuqing didn’t know was that her actions had completely frustrated the person.

The young man stared at his computer, veins throbbing on his forehead.

He had been attacking for an hour, almost succeeding.

Suddenly, all the intrusion programs rebounded back, turning his computer screen into a huge ghost face, accompanied by the sound of “Congratulations on your fortune.”

This was definitely mocking!