Ronan was running in front, breathing smoothly, while Baoyan was fighting with a bad guy who taught him how to save. The two sides were connected through six ears, but when he was excited, he started howling early:
"You said it's safe to transfer, what's going on now?"
"Virus? Emperor Wu is too busy to plant viruses? By the way, she has no eggs..."
The second half of the voice was very low, but it soon became louder again: "You said you don't know? I just listened to your introduction and used your transcoder to transfer it... Hey, of course it's yours, and I'll do the rest.
What are you using it for? Damn it, you are howling in mourning!"
Saying this, Baoyan grinned and changed his mood: "Oh, I've heard that your super high-end and super large-capacity archive library was just like this? That's really a pity!"
Baoyan laughed and ended the communication. He felt that he finally had someone to support him under the pit, even though he had lost a little weight. When he came back, he couldn't wait to explain to Ronan: "It's the bamboo pole guy. He's really broken this time.
It’s your own fault!”
Ronan hasn't had that kind of restless experience yet, and he's not an experienced user of rock blasting or bamboo poles. He just asked along the lines of the words: "Isn't it troublesome to transfer from Lingbo to the Internet?"
"I heard it is, but as long as we know how to use the tools, it will be fine. Zhugan wrote a few small software, which is quite easy to use. Of course, he failed this time."
"Simple information conversion, or interference and coupling between the spiritual and material levels?"
"No, let's not talk about this. You can just ask Zhugan later." Baoyan immediately stopped. He was not interested in pure theory at all, especially Ronan's reputation. If he got up early in the morning, he would be like Guan San.
It's like a pound of wine, and the whole day will be wasted.
Ronan was really a little regretful that Baoyan gave up. Now he is very interested in all phenomena and theories that may involve format conversion, interference coupling and the like. The breakthrough two days ago opened a door for him
, it is full of treasures, but because there are too many treasures, he has not yet completely sorted them out, and he has to continue to work hard.
The morning jog had just begun. Ronan thought for a moment and changed the subject: "I haven't thanked you yet."
Baoyan waved his hand: "No way, this kind of task is easy and convenient, and you can get points. That's why your secretary arranged it so thoughtfully."
"That's not it. What I'm talking about is the analysis of victory and defeat factors and the mentality of dealing with the enemy. What you told me is really useful and helped me a lot."
"A bit of experience, if it can be used, it shows that we have a tacit understanding." Bao Yan stroked his bald head, still very proud, and gave Ronan a thumbs up, "It's amazing that you can find a concept that suits you so quickly.
By the way, according to Zhang Yingying, it’s called coupling?”
"To be precise, it's 'format theory'. Coupling is an application method that turns theory into reality." Knowing that Baoyan didn't want to hear theory, Ronan didn't say much.
According to Baoyan's suggestion, to deal with a strong enemy, one must have an unbreakable "faith", which is based on one's most irreplaceable advantages and reasons for victory.
Ronan didn't hesitate much and chose "Format Theory".
Only a set of laws and rules based on this theory are irreplaceable elements integrated into his blood. It is also the "Format Theory" that brings him incredible experiences and presents him with the magic of the dark side of the world.
He knows what others don't know, sees what others haven't seen, and puts the authority of certain rules and regulations into his hands.
Even more fortunately, he understood his mother's "coupling theory" in time, and with the help of Professor Xiu Shenyu's "eye aperture and heart lamp" technique, he put the capital of format theory into practice. He could use a condescending tone to talk to
A person with abilities like Black Beetle said something like this:
What I see, you cannot see;
What I know, you don’t know;
What I control is beyond your control,
Where I am, you can't reach me!
Frankly speaking, this feels good.
Ronan grinned, and the temperature flowing in his veins seemed to have increased.
On the other side, Bao Yan thought about it for a while, hummed twice, and finally said: "It's good to have the right faith, but it's not enough to just look at the wins, you have to look at the losses. No one in this world is always victorious.
President Ouyang, it is said that he was beaten to the point of doubting his life when he was young. At that time, it was time to be tested..."
Ronan turned to look and nodded: "I'm prepared."
“A little psychological building is definitely not enough!”
Biao Yan gave advice as an experienced person: "When you win, no matter how calm you are, it is difficult to fully discover your own flaws; but after a disastrous defeat, your mistakes will be magnified sharply, and it is too difficult to maintain a normal mind. So you must have stock resilience.
It has to be quenched and polished over and over again, and in the end the existing structure has to be smashed to pieces to make a good piece of steel... The most taboo thing is to sway from side to side and deny yourself."
"I know what you mean." Ronan continued to smile, and the warm breath exhaled from his mouth and nose was still smooth and long, "But don't worry, I have no choice."
The blow of failure has actually arrived a long time ago, and the current situation of the three generations of the Luo family is the most vivid manifestation.
But since grandpa, mother...and maybe father, all the close relatives of flesh and blood have poured their efforts into the "Format Theory", as the heir, even if it looks like an out-of-control sports car speeding at high speed, before it crashes
, Ronan is the destined driver and corrector.
Therefore, at present, Ronan does not have a strong belief in defeating powerful enemies in terms of format, but only has the awareness of "exist with them and die with them".
Fortunately, because of the coupling and the existence of gears on the road ahead, the road signs still exist, the light is still there, and there is still hope.
After smiling, Ronan originally wanted to say something, but in the end he had no words. He kept walking and looked ahead. Behind the scattered courtyard flower walls in the residential area, the morning light gradually emerged. Even if there were many high-rise buildings, it would be clear.
The outline of the sky is reflected and can be seen clearly.
After jogging a few laps around the perimeter with Baoyan, Ronan returned home again. Although today was Sunday, everyone in the family had plans and didn't get up too late. Even Mo Peng was half lying down with a yawn.
I was sitting on the sofa in the living room, playing games to kill time, but I didn't even see Ronan come in.
Uncle Mo Haihang is busy in the kitchen. Whenever he is free, he insists on cooking to prevent the whole family from being tortured by the smart housekeeper or his aunt.
As for my aunt, Ms. Luo Shuqing, she just sets the tableware and occasionally instructs the smart housekeeper to clean up the housework.
Ronan said hello and went upstairs to clean up. Luo Shuqing just nodded and said nothing. Her eyes were hardly cheerful. The next moment she caught sight of Mo Peng playing a game, she said coldly:
"Come and help."
Mo Peng looked up in shock, but when he saw his mother's face, he finally didn't dare to let go, threw away the handheld terminal, and went to play good boy.
The atmosphere at home was a bit depressing, even until meal time.
It’s no wonder that this happened. Yesterday Saturday, the family went to the nursing center to visit grandpa Luo Yuandao again, but unlike the last time, they had almost no chance to have direct contact with Luo Yuandao.
According to the nursing home, the degenerative symptoms of the elderly's central nervous system are becoming more and more serious, further deepening the schizophrenia, causing emotional instability and continuing to worsen. If this continues, the mind and body may quickly collapse.
If it falls, there is no possibility of saving it.
Even if this is a result that can be predicted long ago, it is still difficult for people to accept it when it comes to reality.
Especially Luo Shuqing, as the only relative allowed to visit for a short period of time yesterday, after seeing her father's various conditions with her own eyes, her mood entered an extremely low state, and she did not get much better after one night.
Because of this, the dining table was eerily silent during breakfast time.
Ronan immersed himself in eating. Thin slices of beef were paired with millet porridge. More than a dozen pieces of meat slices were pressed directly into the porridge bowl. It was thick and hot, and wrapped in the aroma of meat. It went very well with the meal. He used the largest bowl in the family. Progress
It was still the fastest. In less than ten minutes, it was already the third bowl.
"Don't drink hot rice, it will make you sick." Luo Shuqing only poured a shallow layer into her bowl. She lost her appetite and only watched other people eating. Finally, she stared at Ronan and warned her.
Ronan just hummed, still immersed in his head, and slowly put the golden millet porridge into his mouth, eating confidently. His appetite has always been amazing, and after following the master of the monastery to practice "eye aperture", the amount has increased.
.
Ronan was not indifferent to the deterioration of his grandfather's condition. However, his experiences in the past few days, especially the wandering back and forth on the edge of life and death, left him with a different feeling:
In fact, one can have many attitudes towards the pain of a loved one. Sadness is common in the world, and it is a helpless act, but it may not be suitable for him anymore.
Seeing her nephew busy eating, Luo Shuqing was not angry. She only asked her husband: "Is Nannan a little fatter?"
Mo Haihang could guess that his wife noticed something was wrong with her mood and was trying to adjust, so she said "hmm" and responded: "Old Mo, please tell me, Ronan's weight?"
"Lao Mo" is the smart butler who has the body data and health index of the whole family. He immediately responded in a magnetic baritone: "Mr. Ronan's weight measured on October 28 was 52.6 kilograms, and his BMI was 18.8
.”
"This is okay." Mo Haihang nodded at Ronan, "I have gained a little more fat recently and my face looks better, although it is still a bit light."
Luo Shuqing felt a little relieved, and there was a smile on her lips: "I often stay in the hospital and destroy people. It seems that I am on the right track when it comes to practicing martial arts. Let the fat boy go later."
Mo Peng was shot while he was eating. He opened his eyes wide and looked innocent.
Ronan swallowed the pieces of meat in his mouth and helped him out: "The master of the gym will move soon, and the martial arts gym will also be closed."
Luo Shuqing frowned: "Then what should you do?"
"I don't go there much anymore. I only have to ask for advice occasionally. They took me in for Lei Zi's sake. This matter will never happen again. Two days ago, Xie Junping went to join in the fun and was also taken in.
Rejected." Ronan's words were not false, at most they were slightly exaggerated.
Luo Shuqing stared at Mo Peng with a look of disgust on her face: "When I asked you to accompany me to practice, you found a dozen reasons, but now there is no chance. Look at your belly... The Mo family, the Luo family doesn't have anyone like you.
Body type!”
Mo Peng was suddenly questioned about the purity of his bloodline. He was also drunk and couldn't help but retort: "I'm still in the growth period, okay? How can I grow taller if I lose weight? If nothing else, if I am shorter than Moya in the future, I will blame you.
Go biased?"
"Mo Ya?" Luo Shuqing laughed coldly, "You're talking about the unfilial daughter who ran away from home? Then don't worry, I'll break her legs when she comes back!"
(Transitional chapters are not easy to write... bury your head in the sand)