After the Fake Daughter Awakened, She Won the Real Daughter.

Chapter 21 Register for Weibo

At 2:30 in the morning that day, Yan Jun got up and cleaned up in front of his house as usual.

 This time, it was the last time she cleaned up.

When Yan Jun wiped the door with a dusty rag, the door opposite opened again.

The man stuck his head out and saw Yan Jun appearing at the door again. He handed the bag in his hand to Yan Jun.

 He only said one sentence during the twenty days that Yan Jun stayed here.

 It was the second day, and those people came here for the first time. They surrounded Yan Jun’s house all day long and did not leave.

He saw that Yan Jun had not gone out all day, and then remembered that when Yan Jun came, his hands were empty and he had nothing.

He thought Yan Jun must have not eaten, so he said, "I see you haven't gone out all day today. You haven't eaten. I bought too much here, so I'll give you some."

In this way, he will buy more food tomorrow and give it to Yan Jun when Yan Jun goes out to clean up the messy scene in front of the door in the evening.

Yan Jun accepted it as usual, "Thank you! Don't buy too much tomorrow. I'm going to be away for a while, so you don't have to prepare food for me."

 The man was obedient and paused, "You...can't think about it, can you?"

Yan Jun smiled and said, "How could it be? Those Internet trolls have not been punished yet, how could I leave this world first?"

 The man breathed a sigh of relief, "Okay, I know."

Yan Jun looked at the man's closed door and said, "Another man with a story."

　When it was dark, people were already appearing in front of Yan Jun’s house one after another.

They threw things as usual and cursed Mr. Yan outside the room.

Yan Jun in the room leisurely registered for Weibo, and then slowly went online and posted his first Weibo post in his life.

Yan Jun called Yu Zijun, "Do you have many Weibo followers?"

Yu Zijun replied, "It's just so-so! It's only 70 million."

Yan Jun touched his chin and said, "It's only 70 million. If you repost it, a lot of people should be able to see it."

Then Yan Jun said to Yu Zijun, "I just registered a Weibo account. Follow me and forward the Weibo I just posted. Thank you!"

Yu Zijun in the Fu family's mansion hung up the phone and immediately went to follow the account that Yan Jun just mentioned.

"Lord Yan Jun, I just discovered that Yan Jun and Yan Jun have the same pronunciation! It seems that Yan Jun has the power of time, and Lord Yama has the book of life and death. Both of them know the big and small things that happen to people. They are just one A fictional character that exists in reality."

Yu Zijun looked through her Weibo again, "The mirror image bounced back, and there is a photo of a bronze mirror below. What does it mean? No matter, just follow and repost it first."

As soon as Yu Zijun’s repost came out, fans who follow him immediately saw it.

 What a coincidence, there is a fan of Yu Zijun outside Yan Jun’s door.

Yan Jun heard the person outside shouting through the door: "This fake daughter registered a Weibo account today, and she actually asked Actor Yu to repost it on Weibo for her."

 Others asked after hearing this.

“Why did this little **** register for Weibo? Tell me her Weibo account!”

“We haven’t found her contact information for so many days. Now she has a Weibo account. Let’s go to her Weibo to scold her.”

Yan Jun hugged his chest and leaned against the wall, listening to the people outside cursing.

 Because Yu Zijun’s account number one with tens of millions of fans retweeted it, and the person who retweeted it is one of the central figures in everyone’s recent fandom.

 So many people soon followed Yu Zijun’s Weibo account and crawled under Yan Jun’s Weibo account.

That Weibo comment area can’t be described as a complete mess!

About an hour later, Jiang Li learned that Yan Jun had registered a Weibo account.

She immediately looked up and saw a lot of swear words below.

She was worried that Yan Jun would be upset after seeing him, so she immediately called someone.

 (End of this chapter)