Chapter 8 The Hilarious BBS

On the second day, the news that a beautiful girl came to class 0207 spread like a plague. Therefore, from that day on, Clare found that many students in XY High School, who she had never seen before and who didn't belong to her class, crowded in front of the door or window of her class to stare at her from different directions with different feelings, such as surprise, admiration, contempt, jealousy, etc.

Clare bore a complex feeling that "she is a rare animal in the zoo, attracting countless passers-by to watch every day." After a week, she finally couldn't stand this anymore.

That noon, such a post appeared on the water zone of the school forum.

The post theme: [Eh] I'm not special ~~~~ I'm telling the truth.

(Notes for watching the post: ********XXXX*******XXXX is ID)

1:

Dear classmates, first of all, I want to thank you for your concern and kindness for me. Seeing that you come to visit me in class 0207 every day without fear of hard work and long journey, I feel very flattered.

In fact, I am only an ordinary human. Not an alien, not a rare animal, not a Sailor Moon, having no special ability, no extra heads and arms, no transformation treasure box. One nose and two eyes, in fact, I'm just like everyone else. In order not to let everyone come here in high spirits and return in disappointment, I decide to refuse to be visited from today on. Please pass on this message to others. O(∩_∩)O~

PS: if you still have some friends who are curious about me, please bring with you the visiting fee of 9, 999 before coming to class 0207. I'm glad to see you this time and next time. ~(≧▽≦)/~

********Clare**********

2:

OMG. Clare herself sent this?

********I'm little Peter Pan**********

3:

Ask for the truth~~

********Lotus, my goddess**********

4:

The bronze ball (want to know the same).

********Where is spring**********

5:

Who is Clare?

********Exams are tombs**********

6:

You're out of news, LS ~ she is the newly transferred beauty in the second senior high school.

Ps: want to the truth as well.

********Gossiping never ends**********

It's fair to say that XY High School is indeed very popular in BBS. During the noon break, the number of online users was no less than three figures. Clare had just poured a glass of water, but when she turned around, she found that it had turned another page. And even the owner of the water zone appeared on the comment zone

63:

Through the background information verification, it was confirmed that the registered person of this ID of Clare is the real Clare. Please feel free to speak freely.

********The Manager of the water zone**********

64:

(⊙ o ⊙)oh. Watch the administrator and the real beauty.

********To join in the fun**********

65:

MARK here to join in the fun. By the way, [Clare is very humorous. I like her style~

********pumpkins fight zombies**********

66:

LS is such a despicable man that he dares to express his love at this time. "I'm here, too. Hi, beauty. Are you still here? I like you very much~

********Beauty, smile**********

Clare held the glass of water and looked at it awkwardly for a while. She didn't understand why her testifying post had a tendency to become a zone for confession...

After drinking up the glass of water, the number of pages on the post had exceeded ten, and the direction of the topic was completely tilted. However, Clare had calmed down. She put down the glass, silently forked off the page and turned off the computer.

'Forget it. Anyway, I have said what I should say. As for other things... It could only be said that other people's thoughts were not transferred at my will. Tears. ~~o(."gt;_."lt;)o~~

In the president's office of the XY High School student union, Vincent leaned against the sofa with his feet crossed, drinking juice and looking at the PDA in his hand, bursting into laughter.

Sam looked at him strangely, "What are you doing? Epilepsy?"

"The new comer of our class, Clare, is interesting." He bit the straw and handed the PDA to him with a smile. "She has posted an post in the BBS of our school. She is very popular."

Reading the post for a while, Sam smiled and said, "You are right. She is a little interesting."

"Carl," he stood up and walked to Carl, who was sitting at the president's table and playing with the PSP expressionlessly. He handed the PDA in his hand to him and asked, "Do you want to see this?"

Without raising his head, Carl said, "I'm busy."

Looking at his fingers moving up and down on the PSP game buttons, Sam nodded in agreement that he was really busy, but he still chose to continue, "Carl, I think we can consider enrolling this Clare into the student union."

Carl's hand paused. He pressed the pause button, raised his head and asked, "Why?" As a new student who had just been enrolled for less than two weeks, apart from her appearance, she didn't seem to have shown any particularly outstanding talent at present. Sam had always been cautious, so how could he rashly make such a suggestion?

"I think she is a talent." Sam said, "I have checked her information. When she was in the No. 7 high school of H City, she was in the student union of that school. During her work, she performed very well. Both the person in charge of the school and the person in charge of the Student Union gave a good evaluation of her departure file."

"I agree!" At this time, Vincent, who was sitting on the sofa, also came over and echoed Sam's words, "I think she is with lots of topics and has a wide range of knowledge, and she herself is very stimulating. If I can pull her into my publicity department, I will support her with both hands."

Carl looked at the two and thought for a few seconds. Then he reached for the PDA in Sam's hand and looked at it.

"What do you think? Is Clare very interesting?" Standing next to Carl, Vincent pointed at Clare's post on BBS with a look of presenting treasures.

Carl calmly read the first page from beginning to end, and then calmly gave a comment of one word: "boring."

Vincent sighed, "Carl, you can't always be so uninteresting that you will enter the old man's stage ahead of time."

Carl pressed the PDA on his face directly and said, "Take it away." He lowered his head and continued to play his PSP.

"Carl," said Sam tentatively, "about the admission of Clare into the student union..."

Carl moved his finger and killed his opponent in the game in one move. Then he raised his head and answered Sam calmly, "I will think about it."

Perhaps it was because of the post of Clare, or perhaps it was because the schoolmates' curiosity about Clare had finally subsided. Since the "post" incident, the number of onlookers outside class 0207 had decreased significantly. Occasionally, two or three people would pretend to take a walk in front of the window, and when they came over to have a look, Clare just ignored them.

Just when Clare thought her peaceful and happy life could finally begin, a deep water bomb, which had been hidden for a long time, exploded in her life.