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Staring at the mirror as my mouth was filled with white foam that almost completely concealed its shape
a lightbulb suddenly went off in Yuan Qiaoqing's head.
"Got it!"
"I've got it!!"
After a few gurgles of mouthwash and a haphazard wipe of my face.
Yuan Qiaoqing hurriedly walked through the third floor corridor and burst into her pink, girly computer room.
She quickly turned on the computer, put on her fluffy cat ear headphones, and briskly reviewed her tactical plan in her mind.
According to the deal with Old Deng,
Pubg needed to gain enough popularity to randomly appear to him before Old Deng would lend a helping hand and pull in top players.
In essence, this was equivalent to inadvertently blocking my own technique of throwing money around.
Heat generated that way is useless; no matter how many paid posters you buy, it'll only make the data look good.
To pop up on the hot search of middle-aged people's browsers, it must be a genuinely hot topic.
