Not long after these two Weibo posts were updated, the Weibo server crashed. As soon as Evan Yu arrived at Xingyao with a relaxed expression, Mason Meng paid attention and said, "Well done! Congratulations on becoming the first artist to crash the Weibo server this year!"
Evan Yu was very embarrassed, "I didn't even expect that the server would crash."
"To be honest, in addition to Weibo, one forum has also been down. When fans and fans saw that Weibo was down, they quickly switched to war. Now, not only the programmers of Weibo are bald, but also the programmers of several high-traffic forums. Programmers are also scared! "
Mason Meng continued, "Are you underestimating your own popularity, or are you underestimating Mr. Xie's popularity? Or are you underestimating the explosiveness of this matter?" He pointed to the two people standing side by side on the desk. Cell phone, "I am very foresighted. When you posted on Weibo, my first reaction was to turn off the phone. Rourou turned off the phone too late, and the phone almost exploded!"
Evan Yu sat down on the chair, took a pen in his hand, and turned it around habitually, "To be honest, Brother Meng, I was on the way here just now. After thinking about it, I didn't dare to read the reactions online. "
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