After chatting online for so long, the female student has become more lively from being serious, and sometimes talks about trivial things in life.
Yao Yuan was like a loving old father. He didn't want to ask, but couldn't help but said, "How is your review? Are you sure?"
"Okay."
"Come on, Qingbei is waiting for you."
"I don't dare, I can only try my best."
"Actually, you are very good. You can obviously be recommended for sports, but you have to take the test yourself. Your courage is great."
"Stop talking, I feel a little regretful."
She seemed a little annoyed, and added: "I was recommended in high school, and I wanted to test my strength in the college entrance examination... but now I have a bad mentality."
Yao Yuan chatted with her for a while, and there was great pressure in every word. Seeing that the time was almost up, he suddenly said: "Are you still having midnight snacks today?"
"Eat, my mother boils an egg for me every day."
"Oh, the fish I ate tonight is not very common. I remember the last time I ate it was when I was a kid..."
Yao Yuan typed loudly.
"It must be my tenth birthday. When I was a child, my family was relatively poor and there was no meat. That day, my mother took me to a restaurant for the first time. It was my first time to go out to a restaurant."
"Then I ordered a fish dish. When the dish came, my mother quickly took the fish head away."
"I was young at the time, so I asked my mother how do you eat fish heads? I will never forget my mother's smile at that time in my life. She said you are a silly boy. Mom likes to eat fish heads..."
The female student was fascinated by what she saw and was deeply moved. She also typed: "Your mother must love you very much. In fact, sometimes material life does not mean anything, family love does..."
Before she finished typing, another sentence popped up in the dialog box:
"I ate fish head with chopped pepper that day."
"..."
"..."
"I'm off!"
"No, I haven't said 886 yet."
"Are you kidding? I see you are so nervous while studying. I want to lighten your mood. Just relax."
Yao Yuan waited for a moment, and the dialog box came out angrily: "886!"
Ah, girls are so cute!
He thought for a while and typed something: "Can you tell me when you get out of the examination room? We have been chatting for two months. At least we can meet in person."
The other party has gone offline.
Commander Yao's old house is on fire now, oh no, the young heart can't help but be in turmoil, children who are about to take the college entrance examination, they are young and blooming, facing a turning point in life, waiting to go to college, and flowers will bloom in college...
Hiss!
He slapped his thigh violently to stop the commotion. Damn it, I almost forgot, I have to answer the question too!
………………
Commander Yao is about to graduate.
It means that it has been almost a year since he was reborn.
I have been messing around here throughout my senior year, starting from the SMS Alliance and working my way up to SP. I started earning a few thousand yuan a month and am now earning 2 million a month. I am actually very satisfied with it.
At present, the group sending is still going on, but the club members have reached the limit. After all, it is only a local network, and all the leeks that can come are in the jar.
Yuliao’s revenue is relatively stable. After the first thrilling arena match, it played twice more in April and May.
This thing is naturally suitable for the rice circle, and they gradually figured it out on their own. Wensha and Xu Meng are now really incompatible, and they are incompatible with each other.
Copyrights continue to be collected, games are still being developed, and everyone in the company is working hard, waiting to upgrade the national network and make the world bigger.
June 15, evening.
As get off work was approaching, the night shift anchors headed by Wensha had already arrived.
Compared with two months ago, Wensha has changed significantly. She knows how to dress up, or in other words, she is willing to use more expensive cosmetics and buy more expensive clothes.
She is the first sister of Yuliao. She earns as little as 8,000 and as much as 10,000 per month. If she works for a few more years, she can buy a house.
Not long after they entered, Xu Meng and others came out and formed their own small groups. Han Tao and others were secretly poking around every day, which was quite a scene in the company.
When it was time to get off work, Han Tao stretched his arms, looked around, and said: "This is the first time that Commander Yao and Liu Weiwei are not here at the same time. There is nothing wrong with them."
"I'm busy with my defense and I'm about to graduate."
"Hey, it sounds interesting. Who would have thought that Commander Yao is still a college student?"
"Yes, sometimes I suspect that there is an old monster living inside him."
"He will be the legal boss from now on!"
In the past two days, Han Tao took the initiative to assume the responsibilities of an old employee, and everything was fine. At this moment, he asked again: "Who is on duty today?"
"Me!" Wu Jun raised his hand.
"Call me if you need anything."
"Basically nothing happened, but something happened when I called you."
Everyone left work one after another, leaving only the game team still busy. These people didn't communicate much with their colleagues. They stayed in a cubicle every day and only occasionally reported to Yao Yuan.
At about 8 o'clock in the evening, the game group also left.
Wu Jun was the only one left in the huge office, and there were ten young ladies in the chat center separated by a wall. For some reason, Wu Jun always felt that the incandescent lights today were extremely pale, and he felt inexplicably restless.
…
"Wow!"
A stream of water rushed into the urinal. Wu Jun shook his head and finished peeing in a physical state that Commander Yao envied.
He returned to the office and continued to sit there. Occasionally, the young lady would come out for a chat and then go back in soon. He was standing outside and suddenly felt like a turtle.
There's usually nothing much going on during the night shift. I just check out the backstage, get some water, go on the pornographic website, and it's over in one night.
The time came to around 2 o'clock in the morning. Wu Jun was holding strong coffee while casually browsing the background. Suddenly he saw someone posted a new post, which was a rare picture post.
It seems to have been taken from a nearby building. The angle of view is pointed at a low building below. There is a mass of orange in the dark night. There is already thick smoke and firelight...
"on fire?"
Wu Jun took a look.
Since the sandstorm, more and more people have been writing online logs. Most of them are writing daily, chatting about all kinds of trivial matters. Most of them are written in text, and a few can post pictures.
The netizen who posted this is one of them.
Wu Jun didn't think there was any problem, but soon, the man added another message: "An Internet cafe in the Petroleum Compound on Xueyuan Road caught fire. I hope everyone is safe!"
In the early morning, there are still many night owls, so here are a few comments:
"Is it the Lan Jisu one?"
"It should be Lanjisu. I've been there, and the boarding house there locks the door from the outside because the owner doesn't have a business license."
"Not only does it lock the door, it also has anti-theft windows that can't even be opened."
"Fuck, that..."
Why!
Wu Junjun didn't care about himself, but he couldn't help but sigh. If it was true as netizens said, the people inside would be very dangerous.
While he was watching, Wensha's group of night shift workers came out of the room and said with a smile: "Hey, what are you looking at so seriously?"
"There's an Internet cafe in the Petroleum Compound that's on fire."
"Oil compound?"
Wensha thought for a moment and said, "Isn't it right next to Beijing University of Science and Technology? Liu Weiwei said she would go back to celebrate and stay up all night. Doesn't that have anything to do with her?"
Liu Weiwei is from Beijing University of Science and Technology. She studied not in science and engineering, but in the School of Liberal Arts. Well, it’s relatively low-level.
At this mention, Wu Jun also remembered it and laughed: "It can't be such a coincidence, right? Something happened to her when she got back... I'll call and ask."
He immediately dialed a number, but no one answered.