Chapter 173 No (1/1 update for those who save the world)

February 1st at 4:00 pm.

The Jessica you are following is broadcasting live.

This is a piece of news that many fans reacted to after seeing it, and they couldn't believe it.

What's the thing?

Is Jessica on the air?

It's fake.

Half-believing fans clicked on the message, logged in to the software, and then saw...Jeon Soo-yeon.

The number of people in the live broadcast room is increasing upward.

The camera lens was fixed on the table by Jessie Jeon.

"Happy wedding in Sika!"

"Happy wedding!"

"Happy wedding in Sika!"

The barrage quickly shows "Happy New Wedding". Many people know about Jessie Jessie Jessie Jessie Jessie Jessie Jessie Jessie Jessie Jessie Jessie Jessie Jessie Jessie Jessie Jessie Jessie Jessie Jessie Jessie Jessie Jessie Jessie Jessie Jessie Jessie Jessie

Most people also send their blessings after seeing Jessie Jeon airing.

"Thank you." Jung Soo-yeon smiled and thanked the camera. Seeing that the barrage was always a barrage like a happy wedding, she bowed her head and started her own affairs.

"What is Sika doing?"

“As you can see, writing something.”

"I'm not blind...I'm asking her what she's writing."

"How do I know?"

"So I'm asking Sika."

The barrage flashed by, and the screen was swept wildly.

Jessica Jung paused and looked at the barrage.

"What am I writing?" Jung Soo-yeon looked at the barrage question that was being browsed, "I'm practicing writing."

As he said that, Jung Soo-yeon sent the calligraphy practice book to the camera, and the delicate Chinese fonts were entered into it by the camera lens.

"Wow! Is this a Korean word?"

"Sister's handwriting is so beautiful!"

"Oh my god, this word is so beautiful!"

"Sika's Chinese is the most fluent Korean I have ever seen! I didn't expect that Chinese characters can be written so well."

"I, Lin Xiaolu, are not convinced!"

"hot pot?"

"I, Kim Tae-sang, think it's worth fighting!"

"I, Song Yijin, think it's good."

"Why did two Xinjiang people get in? Making ethnic division?"

"My, I forgot."

"To be honest, aren't these two people from Xinjiang?"

"Who is this?"

"Kim Tae-sang? Just a bastard who was killed by six birds."

"Song Yijin? Just a gangster who flashed and hit the wall."

The barrage instantly turned aside, and a series of barrage bees emerged.

Jessica Jung looked at these sliding barrage, and a look of confusion appeared in her eyes.

"Kim Tae-sang, Song Yijin...who is it?" Jessie Jeong asked curiously.

Her question was like Mars falling on an explosive barrel, which immediately detonated some viewers.

The fantasy linkage between the two sides was very surprised by many people. They were browsing barrage in the live broadcast room and spreading information about the two professional players to Jessie Jessica.

After watching the barrage for a while, Jung Soo-yeon also understood that these two people are Koreans and play in Chinese clubs. Because they speak Chinese well, they are nicknamed Xinjiang people by fans.

"Can I be said to be from Xinjiang in Chinese?" Jessie Jeong asked with a smile.

"No, no, sister, you are from Beijing!"

"Your husband is from Beijing, of course you are from Beijing too!"

"Marry a chicken and follow the chicken, marry a dog and follow the dog, marry Lin Ye, you are from Beijing."

"Good guy, according to your theory, is Sika also a Chinese person rounding up?"

"My surname is Lin. I'm Lin Ye's relative. Lin Ye is Sika's husband. I'm Sika's husband?"

"The front row talent!"

"Kneel down."

"Logistics leader!"

Jessica Jung looked at the barrage sent by these audiences.

I also laughed when I saw the logician’s remarks.

"The equation like yours cannot be true."

He was named by Jessie Jeon. The leader was very excited and quickly browsed the barrage.

"Do I practice calligraphy every day?" Jung Soo-yeon recited this barrage.

"Yes, I take more than ten or twenty minutes to practice calligraphy every day. Today, when I was about to practice calligraphy, I remember that I haven't started a live broadcast for a long time, so I started a live broadcast." Jung Soo-yeon said with a smile.

"Sika's Chinese is so good, she is completely pure Chinese live broadcast. And the most amazing thing is that she still works so hard!"

"Sika, I love you!"

"Wow, what's going on with your sudden confession?"

"Take me one, Sika, I love you too!"

“Hey hey hey hey!”

"Wow! Jung Soo-yeon!"

"Ning is the number one brother of the Chinese version of Yinyin?"

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

"Forget it, don't worry. Jessie Jeon, I love you!!"

The style of the barrage changes suddenly, from the initial discussion, suddenly turned into overwhelming confessions. These barrages made Jessie Jeon laugh and cry.

"I love you too."

"Sika, I love you, be my wife!" This is a barrage that suddenly appeared, and then copied and sent it. The whole screen was filled with this sentence. Zheng Xiuyan, who had been watching the barrage, naturally had no reason not to see it.

He smiled and said, "Thank you for loving me. But it doesn't work. It's not OK to marry you. I'm Lin Ye's wife."

"I'm sour..."

"Mullemell"

"You and I, under the lemon tree, come, you guys, have dried this bowl of lemonade!"

"Axi, I'm so angry, but King Ka must be happy!"

"Lin Ye, give me back the Lord!"

"Lin Ye, give me back the Lord!"

"Lin Ye, give me back the Lord!"

...

Jessica Jung laughed so hard that she stopped watching the barrage, lowered her head and continued to practice writing with a pen.

When the barrage saw Zheng Xiuyan lowering her head to practice calligraphy, she stopped practicing Lin Ye’s dog thief, but instead started chatting with each other.

Each one was like a group of people, and no one urged Jessica Jung to pay attention to them. She just looked at Jessica Jung in a quiet manner and was chatting with each other.

In fact, for them, it was already very satisfied to see Jessie Jeon. There was no need to say anything, just looking at her like this is enough.

After copying this passage, Jung Soo-yeon looked at her copying, picked up the notebook and sent it to the camera.

"How did I copy it?" Jessie Jeon asked.

"pretty!"
To be continued...