Master Xi Wants To Make Official Announcements Every Day

Ruan Qi didn't know about the popular Xiaosheng's appearance at the game.

Following the instruction map given by Qian Duo, she found the back door of the employee passageway familiarly, twisted the door handle and pushed it out——

The 'click' sound of the camera shutter was caught off guard, and a group of reporters with long guns and short cannons rushed over under the terrified eyes of the little girl.

"Eh? Why is it a woman?" Reporter A looked surprised.

"It's not Shi Yang, I'm so happy!" Reporter B was full of disappointment.

"I thought I could get Shi Yang's first-hand photos without makeup. The one who came out after a long time is an amateur."

The reporters who rushed up in a swarm just now dispersed in a swarm, and several people glanced at Ruan Qi resentfully.

"..." The little girl was sweating from fright.

Fortunately, he didn't come to take pictures of her!

Ruan Qi breathed a sigh of relief, and raised her hand to touch the mask on her face and the pink cap with cat ears on her head.

What should she do now?

Shall I close the door and retreat into the stadium, or walk out under the gaze of so many reporters?

The little girl stood at the door of the back door and struggled for two seconds.

Several reporters squatting aside saw her standing still, and gave her a strange look.

Ruan Qi's scalp became numb from the look, for fear that she might not be well armed and be recognized by these vicious-eyed reporters.

She pressed the peaked cap down stiffly, and walked out with her feet fluttering and her eyes fixed.

Walking and chanting 'Can't see me... Can't see me... Can't see me...'

"Hey, why do I feel that the backpack this girl is carrying looks familiar?" a certain reporter said.

The little girl's legs trembled, and she almost tripped over her left foot and fell to the ground with her right foot.

She clutched the straps of her backpack nervously, and her heart was jumping like a sharp knife in the short three hundred meters.

At this time, the voice of another reporter floated along the wind.

"I also think that bag looks familiar? It seems that some celebrity has memorized it. Let me think about it..."

Don't think about it, you will lose your memory soon!

Ruan Qixiao cursed in her heart, and her steps became faster.

At this moment, the phone in his hand vibrated suddenly.

It was a WeChat message from Xi Jiu, telling her that the car was parked 200 meters on the right side of the road opposite the back door.

Ruan Qi raised her foot and was about to go there, when suddenly, the reporter from before slapped her thigh and exclaimed, "Oh, I remembered! That bag Ruan Qi carried on her back! It was popular on the Internet for a long time before! And that pink color Cat ear peaked cap!"

"!!!" The little girl was so frightened that she couldn't breathe.

Even without turning around, she could feel the gazes of the reporters on her.

It's over, it's about to be exposed.

Ruan Qi took a look at the black Rolls Royce parked across the road, and her first reaction was that she couldn't get in the car, and the reporter couldn't take pictures of Jiujiu.

She pursed her lips, turned her steps, and walked in the opposite direction against everyone's gaze.

The voices of the reporters' conversations drifted into the ears along the wind.

"I really think that girl looks a bit like Ruan Qi."

"Can't you? Isn't Ruan Qi nourishing his body?"

"Maybe he's awake."

"Why don't you follow me? What if it's really her?"

The reporters were ready to move, and several activists had already chased them out.

When Ruan Qi heard the footsteps behind her, her brow was covered with sweat.

She looked around and found a path that was deserted. She grabbed the strap of her backpack and was about to run.

Just then, a white BMW drove out from the path.

The sunlight refracted rainbow light on the windshield. After the rainbow light passed by, Ruan Qi could clearly see the person sitting in the co-pilot.