Qiao Yu was a bit surprised.
Are all these self-media platforms so competitive now?
How long has it been since the scores came out, and it's already on Doyin?
"No, didn't I already say..." Qiao Yu pouted, just about to brag a little, when he saw Qiao Xi also standing at the door, just staring at him, making him feel a bit uneasy.
"Ahem, it's just a gold medal, stop browsing those short videos. Look at me, I play on Doyin for no more than ten minutes a day. Let me see what they're saying..."
Saying this, Qiao Yu reached out and snatched the phone from Xia Keke's hand, tapping on it.
Actually, it was just a screenshot of the competition's official website announcing the results at the top, and a photo of Xingtie First Middle School's entrance at the bottom, endlessly looping with passionate background music, looking rather rudimentary.
But at this time, that's probably all such media accounts can obtain; can't really ask for more.
