All of my Instagram Friends are Gods

Chapter 3 The Prophet Lao Zi Gift Package

"Sir, please go to the University of Santapolis!"

When everyone was dissolved in the song, Williamson had already grabbed Jocelyn's hand while running out of the bar and taking a taxi.

In the taxi, Jocelyn felt uncomfortable and tried to take her hand off Williamson's.

“Sorry for pretending to be your girlfriend and holding your hand.'' Williamson laughed awkwardly and reluctantly let go of Jocelyn's tender hand.

Goddamnit! So soft!

"Father," Jocelyn's face flushed red, "Thank you for the help.”

"Together, helping others is the thing to do." Williamson mimicked the words of a martial arts movie character, not forgetting to pose in a cramped taxi.

Jocelyn laughed as she looked at Williamson's cute pose.

'Beautiful.' Williamson could only stare fascinatedly.

"Oh yes, your singing is very good, I want to cry. ”

“Sure, I was touched myself." Williamson agrees wholeheartedly.”

"Where is anyone who praises himself like that."

After getting out of the taxi, Jocelyn looked at Williamson strangely.

"Wait, how do you know I have to go home to Santapolis University?"

“Because I can read minds." Williamson answered seriously.

"There-there's a hell of a deal." Jocelyn's lips twitched and smiled. The more they spoke, the more he realized Williamson could never be serious.

While deep in thought, Jocelyn suddenly asked, “You are also a student at the University of Santapolis huh? So you know him, right?”

"I don't think you're stupid either.”

"Wait, why don't I know you at all?" Jocelyn's confused.

Damn, does he not have an existence that bad? Williamson frowned.

He spent 3 years at the university. Although the beginning is not familiar, but after meeting several times should at least have a little impression and feel familiar.

"Oh yeah, why are you singing in a bar?" Williamson finally asked a question that had plagued his mind all night.

Jocelyn's face changed and her mood declined.

“Thank you for today, I first ya.”

"Wait.let me.'' Williamson mentally berated himself for mispronouncing.

After Jocelyn returned home, Williamson received a call from Daniel, who sounded very worried.

"Williamson, where are you? Don't come out, the bald one is coming out!”

“Don't worry, I'm with Jocelyn already at school." Williamson's heart was warm.

"Crazy, fast times!" Daniel breathed a sigh of relief.

“Lo is great too! So hero and fool the bald guy, did Jocelyn return your kindness? Oh yeah, I rarely hear you sing every time to karaoke, it turns out your voice is as good as that, damn, I'm crying… "

Williamson hung up immediately, otherwise Daniel wouldn't have stopped talking.

Lying in bed, Williamson recalled the events of the day and thought that everything felt like a dream.

The effects of Moon Palace Fairy's Song exceeded Williamson's expectations and helped save her and Jocelyn.

At the time, Williamson decided that the silly Instagram group was undoubtedly made up of gods.

Thinking of that, Williamson quickly picked up his phone and opened Instagram.

The High Heaven Trading Group and the Rabbit Goddess were still there.

'It's really not a dream!'

Williamson felt a wave of excitement. His life will definitely change.

Soon after, Daniel and his friends arrive. Naturally, they talked about what happened next and continued chatting until midnight.

The next day .

"Eh?" After walking to class, Williamson noticed that Jolin was engrossed in playing with his new tablet.

With a man at the side who was wearing a wide variety of luxury brand items, while stroking Jolin's thigh with one hand.

Williamson couldn't have expected Jolin to be with a new man after breaking up with him for a day.

"Jolin, that's your boyfriend, right?" Evan scoffed as Williamson walked in.

"Former girlfriend, she's so poor, who likes her? I just play with him anyway I already dumped him yesterday, now in my heart there is only lo.'' Jolin said as he rubbed his body towards Evan

"Haha, really, look at the cheap clothes, the female pigs just don't like."

“Betul also, the female pig will like the one you like." Williamson replied when he found a seat.

"Yes that is." Evan nodded arrogantly before ending his sentence abruptly.

"HAHAHA!" The students in the class laughed.

Jolin's expression changed.

At this moment, the teacher walked in and everyone finally calmed down.

Williamson was not particularly interested in this class. He opened Instagram and saw that the High Heaven Trading Circle was active again.

East Sea Dragon Raga: Notification of lost goods, I lost the Night Pearl the night before, if you meet, please contact me, thank you.

Dewa Erlang: Why Notification of Missing Items? If something is missing, it's obviously the monkey who stole it.

Kera Sakti: @God Erlang, how dare you accuse me? Find dead huh!?

Lord Erlang: You think I'm afraid?! Where's lo?!

Ape Sakti: Ask to be hit?!

Lord Erlang: Come on, that doesn't come loser.

Lord Erlang sent an extremely complicated picture with a small red dot in the middle.

Kera Sakti: Good, I'm going there!

The group chat became quiet.

It seemed like the two gods went into a fight at the location sent by Lord Erlang.

Dong ding!

Not long after, Williamson received another message on Instagram.

Kitchen God (The ancient Chinese mythological god in charge of the household kitchen): Looking for interns, age and gender is fine, willing to be trained, attractive pay. If interested, please come for an interview.

Morning Guard God (An ancient Chinese mythological god who patrols in the morning to monitor the deeds of virtue and evil in the human world): Seeking a part-time job is on duty for night patrol.

“Hahaha, it turns out these gods are like ordinary humans as well.”

Today, Williamson feels the immortality of these seemingly inaccessible gods feels friendly.

"Ahem.." The Prophet Lao Zi could not afford to continue watching again.

Prophet Lao Zi: Everyone please note, this is a trading group, chatting is allowed but do not masang advertising, ask for likes, or withdraw voting votes.

…

Various types of advertisements continued to appear, so that the Prophet Lao Zi's notice sank immediately in an instant.

No one noticed it at all.

"Haha, this is interesting." Williamson casually mentions @Nabi Lao Zi in the group.

Dazed little god: @Nabi Lao Zi (With a smile expression sticker)

Prophet Lao Zi: @Disoriented little god, (With three thumbs sticker)

“Why is this?” once tagged, Williamson only realized that his name in the group turned out to be a confused little God.

Dong ding!

Suddenly, a huge gift package appeared on the screen.

Williamson's hand instantly moved quickly and kept pressing accept.

"You received a gift package from the Prophet Lao Zi."

Can too!