Ye Zhiqiu turned over and fell to the rooftop. Everyone screamed and rushed over. They lay on the edge of the rooftop and looked down. Ye Zhiqiu was hanging in the air, shouting hysterically like a pig.
"What are you doing!" Lao Wang asked Liu Ziguang with his eyes wide open.
Liu Ziguang grabbed the rope with one hand and said nonchalantly: "I know, if I can't throw him to death, I have to let him have a taste of jumping off the building, otherwise he will jump again next time."
"Yes, we have to teach this kid a lesson. If he were my son, I would have killed him with a knife." Uncle Zhuo also looked unconcerned and lit a cigarette.
The onlookers below were shocked when they saw this scene. The noise and shouting got louder and louder. The Communist Party members quickly pulled Ye Zhiqiu up with all their hands. The otaku's decadent and depressed expression had been replaced by horror and fear, and his eyes were staring.
Shivering, the rope thrown by Uncle Zhuo happened to be tied around him. The knot got tighter and tighter, so Liu Ziguang dared to kick him down.
Ye Zhiqiu's parents rushed to hold their son and cried bitterly. The police station police officers and police officers persuaded them to help them down. The security guards downstairs also began to clear the place, and the onlookers who were still lingering slowly dispersed.
Liu Ziguang and Uncle Zhuo were the only ones left on the rooftop. They talked for a while about Zhuo Li. When it came to his unfulfilled son, the old man looked distressed: "This little beast ran away without knowing what to do for the family."
The phone call, I gave birth to this son in vain."
Liu Ziguang said: "Uncle Zhuo, don't take it to heart. It's better for Zhuo Li to start a business than to stay in the factory and earn that pitiful salary."
Uncle Zhuo said: "Well, society has changed. Now we laugh at the poor but not at prostitution. We older generations can't keep up with the trend. By the way, has Zhuo Li contacted you since he left?"
Liu Ziguang said: "He is still staying in the provincial capital. He will wait for the limelight to pass for a while before coming back. I don't think it will take long."
The two of them went downstairs while talking. The elevator stopped on the fourth floor. The elevator door opened. Standing outside was Lao Wang: "I'm looking for you two. Professor Ye wants to thank you both."
Then Lao Wang couldn't help but pull the two of them out of the elevator and knocked on the door of 4o2. Professor Ye, Ye Zhiqiu's father, came over to open the door and said, "Thank you very much. Come in and have a rest. Keep warm."
Liu Ziguang and Uncle Zhuo did not refuse. When they walked into Ye's house, they saw that it was a typical intellectual family. There were even bookshelves in the living room. The decoration was simple and plain. However, looking at the mahogany Chinese furniture in the living room, they should belong to a wealthy middle class family.
class family.
Professor Ye asked everyone to sit down and made tea for them. Uncle Zhuo spoke quickly and said in a loud voice: "I told you how your son was raised. He is always seeking death and survival. This is not right."
Professor Ye said with shame: "His mother and I are both busy at work, and we have been strict with our children since childhood, which has caused him to have a withdrawn character. It's too late to regret it now. I'm not afraid of your jokes. This is no longer his first priority."
He sought death for the first time. Because of this, even the electric switch in our house was turned off. After a lot of efforts, he finally took advantage of it. Today at noon, when his mother went out to buy things, he secretly went up to the rooftop, but this time he still managed to escape.
Well, I finally learned a lesson after falling down the stairs, and I no longer screamed that I was going to die. Speaking of which, I have to thank you two."
Liu Ziguang said: "There are no obstacles in life that cannot be overcome. From now on, let your son make more friends and go out more. Don't stay at home all the time. Normal people can suppress their problems. So what, I have to leave first."
You are busy."
Professor Ye stood up to see him off. The door to the inner room opened. Ye Zhiqiu's mother came out and said embarrassedly: "Can you do me a little favor? My son wants to talk to someone, but he says we have nothing in common with him."
Language, you have to..."
Today is Christmas Eve, and Liu Ziguang still has a lot of business to do, but when he saw Ye’s mother’s red eyes, he felt sorry for the parents in the world. Saving one life is better than building a seven-level pagoda, so why don’t you sacrifice some time and enlighten me?
Let’s take a look at this otaku.
Opening the door, what is revealed is a standard otaku's room. There are large comic posters on the walls. The bookshelves are filled with military magazines and scientific and technological textbooks. There are dozens of them in the glass cabinets.
There are exquisite models, including aircraft, tanks, cannons and warships. There is a large computer table with three computers, a desktop, a 15-inch notebook and a 9-inch portable notebook.
This guy is not only an otaku, but also a military otaku. However, military otakus are not very popular these days. Girls would rather love to death those unemployed youths who drop out of school and dye their hair in pubs all day long than like this kind of thing.
The silent eyes are those of an otaku, not to mention that the sister Ye Zhiqiu is obsessed with is the sales lady of Dakai. Who are they? Her eyes are higher than the top, and she is more attractive than a flight attendant. Based on Ye Zhiqiu's qualifications, she
It's strange to be attracted to him.
Ye Zhiqiu sat on the bed holding a blanket with a depressed look on his face. When Liu Ziguang came in, he was embarrassed to speak. Liu Ziguang opened the situation first: "This warship is very beautiful. Is it the legendary Yamato?"
"No, this is the Bismarck battleship of the Third Reich, with a displacement of 41,700 tons, a maximum power of 160,000 horsepower, and eight twin 380 mm 52 times caliber main guns..."
The military geek kept introducing the important data of the battleship. Liu Ziguang nodded seriously and continued to ask him: "What will happen if Bismarck encounters the Yamato?"
Ye Zhiqiu's eyebrows were dancing, he turned on the computer and said: "I have done some overhead analysis on this issue a long time ago. The post is on the forum, you can take a look."
The two of them talked about battleships, then World War II, and then from World War II to modern warfare. At this time, Ye Zhiqiu was very excited. He was not even a bit of an otaku. He was clearly a passionate scholar. He told Liu Ziguang about his various projects in simple and easy-to-understand terms.
Liu Ziguang was dumbfounded after hearing his research experience.
In the living room outside, Ye Zhiqiu's parents and Uncle Zhuo, who were discussing the issue of their children's education, and Lao Wang heard the conversation in the room, and they all looked at each other with relief. No matter how you say it, your son's mood has returned to normal.
Ye Zhiqiu fell in love with Liu Ziguang at first sight. No real friend would listen to him talk about these boring things. As they talked, the topic deepened. Ye Zhiqiu opened his heart and explained his inner world.
He comes from a family of intellectuals. His father is a university professor and his mother works in the Science and Technology Commission. There has been no shortage of books at home since he was a child. Ye Zhiqiu grew up among books, but had less contact with children. Later he entered school and improved his academic performance.
He was not among the best, and always liked to tinker with weird things. When I was in high school, I applied for four or five inventions, but my academic performance was not very good. I only studied hard in the second semester of my senior year and was admitted to Huazhong Science and Technology with high scores.
big.
Four years of college were unremarkable. They were all spent on computer games and animation. I didn’t have a girlfriend. I almost didn’t get my degree certificate. After graduation, I worked in a high-tech company in the south. I was fired because I couldn’t adapt to interpersonal relationships.
When he returned to Jiangbei City, his family arranged for him to work in a public institution through connections, as an administrator in a library, and they also asked someone to introduce him to a partner. This was the beginning of his troubles.
It is said that Ye Zhiqiu's family conditions are pretty good and well-off. The young man graduated from a prestigious university and works in a public institution, so the woman readily agreed to meet. The girl's name is Wang Li, she is a staff member of the sales department of Dakai Real Estate, and she is only 20 years old after graduating from college.
At the age of three, Ye Zhiqiu was fascinated by it as soon as he saw it.
Listening to Ye Zhiqiu talking endlessly about the so-called "love story" between him and Wang Li, Liu Ziguang immediately understood that Wang Li had treated you as a spare tire from the beginning. Later, he felt that this kind of otaku was not even worthy of being a spare tire.
Just get the good guy card directly. Unfortunately, Ye Zhiqiu is still kept in the dark, thinking that he can impress the other person and change his mind by being sincere.
"This is a Christmas gift I made for her, but it's a pity that I can't use it anymore." Ye Zhiqiu took out a helicopter model and rubbed it, sighing.
"Can it fly?" Liu Ziguang asked.
"Of course it can fly. It has a video probe on it. It can be remotely controlled and make actions according to the instructions." Ye Zhiqiu said, flipping the switch under the helicopter. With a snap, the belly of the helicopter opened, and a red ribbon hung down.
I wrote a few words: Merry Christmas.
"You did this?"
"I made it. The body is a finished product bought in the store, but I made some changes to the power system and remote control device. You can directly use computer remote control, GPS positioning, and video probe assistance. You can fly anywhere you want within one kilometer.
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Liu Ziguang was shocked. This thing is powerful. It is simply a ready-made surveillance weapon. If it is slightly modified, the body is enlarged, and TNT is installed in the belly, it will be a homemade cruise missile.
Unexpectedly, Ye Zhiqiu was not only a military warrior, but also a military warrior with strong practical skills. It would be a pity for such a talent to be a library administrator.
"You're still thinking about Wang Li, right? Let me tell you, as long as you listen to me, I'm sure she will change her mind."
Ye Zhiqiu was stunned and said: "Is it true?"
"Keep your word, but I've agreed beforehand that if you don't listen to my arrangements, you'll be in trouble."
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In the living room, Professor Ye and his wife were sighing. After raising their son for more than 20 years, he has become half a disabled person. He is introverted and withdrawn and does not like to communicate with others. Maybe this is the legendary depression.
"I'm considering whether to help him get a leave of absence without pay and send him to a mental hospital for treatment. Maybe he will get better after staying there for a while," Professor Ye said.
"It's really no good and we have to do this. We can't let our son really become a cripple." Mother Ye also said the same.
"It's not as serious as you said. It just so happens that our company has opened an expansion training camp. I want Ye Zhiqiu to go exercise and make some friends. It should be beneficial." Liu Ziguang opened the door and said confidently.