Ye Jiuliang lifted his chin slightly, "Put down whatever you have in your hands, and stand over there."
The reporters dared not retort, quickly nodding their heads, putting down what they held, and hurried over to the opposite side.
"Line up in a row."
Ye Jiuliang turned around and continued to issue commands.
"Co on, repeat the questions you just asked, in a loop, until I say stop. Rember, ss up once and you get punched once."
Saying this, she straddled the motorbike with a long leg, settled firmly on top.
"Rember to shout louder. Anyone whose voice I can’t hear will be sent to soak in the sea with the cold water to clear their mind properly."
Upon hearing this, the reporters were collectively dumbfounded.
What does she an?
"Start shouting for now." Ye Jiuliang’s red lips parted slightly, issuing the command with a voice that made an impact.
She liked them asking; she’d let them ask their fill this ti.
Seeing the dark muzzle of the gun, the reporters got a jolt and hastily began to shout.
"Miss Ye, is it true that Master Lai has really lost his mory?"
"Did Master Lai lose his mory because of so accident?"
"Will your relationship with Master Lai break down because of this?"
Watching the dark muzzle of the gun swing back and forth, the reporters hysterically yelled at the top of their lungs.
Ye Jiuliang leaned against the motorbike, watching them shout until their faces were red and their ears were hot, a cold and indifferent smile flashing in her eyes.
"Ajiu." Gu Xinuo ca over with a bottle of juice, smiling as if delighting in their misfortune.
"I’m really impressed by you."
Now, probably all the journalists of the capital city would not dare to provoke her again.
Ye Jiuliang hooked up the corner of her lips and took the juice offered to her.
"Easy to say."
"Where did you get that thing in your hand?" Gu Xinuo glanced at the object in her hand, a playful smile on his lips.
People like them could tell at a glance that the "gun" in her hand was fake.
It looked like a gun but was clearly just a lighter, sothing to fool these amateurs.
Ye Jiuliang lifted her hand, gently shaking it with a smile creeping into her eyes, "I got one the last ti I went back and saw the guys at the base playing with it."
She never thought it would co into use now, but the effect was quite good.
"You’re really sothing." Gu Xinuo gave her a thumbs up.
The snow fell intermittently, and as ti passed, the sea breeze grew stronger.
After shouting for over an hour, the once loud voices had gradually weakened and beco hoarse and harsh.
Ye Jiuliang watched the journalists with pale faces, appearing as if they couldn’t breathe, and slowly walked over.
"Stop."
Hearing her command to stop, the reporters gasped for air, so of them collapsing onto the sand, unable to support themselves any longer.
"Had enough questions?" Ye Jiuliang looked down at them from her superior position, a cold smile on her lips.
The reporters didn’t dare to respond, their heads bowed in silence.
Ye Jiuliang sneered coldly, "Next ti you go out, bring so intellect with you, or I might not be so nice."
She paused, then continued, "There’s one more thing I need to tell you, look at this."
Ye Jiuliang lifted the "gun" in her hand, and everyone’s hearts skipped a beat.
Just as they were about to run, a red fla danced in the cold wind, shaky and faltering.
"..."
The air stiffened, and the reporters were in disarray.
"Consider today a little lesson. If anyone dares to ss with Master again, I’ll have plenty of ti to play with you, but next ti you might just end up bungee jumping as a group," Ye Jiuliang put away the lighter, her tone ice-cold.
Looking at their pallid faces, Ye Jiuliang turned and walked back to where the motorbike was parked.
Taking out the keys, she swung her leg over the bike, twisted the handle without hesitation, and rode off.
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