sinovels Chapter 21 The Eve of the Update
Chapter 21 The Eve of the Update
It has been a week since the party, and there is no movement from Yi Zhiling's side, as if he has completely forgotten the unhappiness of that day.
But Li Mufeng was reminded by Feng Ling, knowing that this is just the calm before the storm, she will lurk until March in the Gregorian calendar next year, and attack Blizzard during the two sessions.
"Finished the debugging?" Hearing the rustling of clothes behind him, Feng Ling closed the book in his hand and asked back.
"Well, it's time to wait for midnight." Li Mufeng moved his fingers twice, making a "click" sound, and stood up, stretching and relaxing, and walking towards Fengling.
Raising his hand and lightly pressing Li Mufeng's temples to massage him to relieve his fatigue, Feng Ling felt a little distressed. This week, Li Mufeng's average sleep time per day was less than four hours.
After returning from the party, he mentioned that Yi Zhiling's big move will seriously shake the foundation of the entire company, and it is likely to cause the complete stealth game warehouse to be completely removed from the shelves for rectification. Those product problems that were criticized were finally decided to be led by him personally, trying not to miss the New Year's Day update on the premise of solving the problems.
He has been busy in the dark for a week. As the company's decision-maker, Li Mufeng has to squeeze in time to deal with other official duties. He can't wait to have 48 hours a day in the eyes of the fans of the big country, or give him the code in Su Shuangwen to knock casually without debugging. A superpower to succeed.
"It's been hard work, the rest is on the spot."
Feng Ling has been calculating the future and giving Li Mufeng timely feedback so that he will not waste energy on temporarily unnecessary projects.
The two cooperated seamlessly, and finally turned those challenges into opportunities before the arrival of New Year's Day. If they are used well, full stealth can develop to a whole new level by virtue of the two sessions.
"It's okay, it's much better than the most painful period of quantum mechanics in the last century, at least I still have a direction," Li Mufeng felt the warmth and softness on his temples, completely ignoring other hard-working overtime dogs, and controlled his strength vainly On Feng Ling's shoulders, he even blackmailed a wave of seniors in a good mood.
Li Mufeng doesn't care about the company's bankruptcy, he doesn't care about money, his brain is enough to support him, but complete stealth is his dream. It's really drastic.
He has an obsession with creating a world that is real but different from reality.
This obsession started when he realized that his appearance was a monster. He always hoped to create a new world, where he could experience another kind of life and feel that he would not be affected by the current cripples. life in bondage.
This obsession gave him the motivation to linger on in the darkest times.
Fingertips brushed the faint blackness in the man's eyes, Feng Ling lamented in his heart the reality of staying up all night and sudden death, even though he used spiritual power to relieve his fatigue from time to time, this fragile human was still bruised, "There is still a paragraph It's time, let's sleep."
Leaning on the young man's shoulder, Li Mufeng wanted to feel more peaceful, endured the drowsiness, and said, "No, I can't sleep because I'm so excited now, please talk to me."
"Ah."
After Feng Ling said yes, there was no more text. Li Mufeng waited for a long time before realizing that this person hardly raised the topic of chatting. Except for necessary questions or answers, his chat history with people would never turn to the second page. "You have nothing to ask me?"
There was another moment of silence, Feng Ling thought for a while, and finally came up with a question when his eyes came into contact with the characters on the computer screen not far away, "You don't study theoretical physics, but you also know how to program?"
Feng Ling is not someone in the company, at most he is a foreign aid. The work of the technical department involves core business secrets. To avoid suspicion, he has been sitting far away by the window.
Although this distance meant more to him, those humans would feel relieved.
In this case, even if Feng Ling was interested in the rows of ghostly symbols that he couldn't understand at all, he didn't look any further.Holding only the books he brought from home, he sat from Shang Xingdong to Shenxingxixian. Now that he has the opportunity, he can just ask about it, and let Mu Feng demonstrate it to him when he goes back.
"That's right, studying the second major is the second tradition for theoretical physicists after bombing the laboratory," Li Mufeng understood the strings as soon as Feng Ling played the piano, "I told you before that the Taoist Heisenberg is not allowed, he His piano is a must, and his teacher Bohr’s second major is football, and he once served as a goalkeeper substitute for the Danish national team.”
"Generally, no second major would be ashamed to say that he is doing theoretical physics. I happen to like messing around with programs, so the second major studies this. If Xian'er is interested, I will teach you when I get home."
That's right, it was home, Li Mufeng had already used the reason that Liu Hua and Shen Quan would sleep separately when they grew up, and threw two light bulbs into his house downstairs.
When Liuhua complained that the room was like a black coffin, he generously transferred a large reinstallation fee, and sealed the two mouths with custom-made live broadcast equipment and a limited-edition mechanical keyboard.
He himself entered the hall in a grand manner and lived in the guest bedroom of Feng Ling's house, in the name of being convenient for asking questions about cultivation at any time.
There was an hour and a half before midnight, Hua Qingcen came in with the supper ordered online in advance, and greeted everyone to eat something to fill their stomachs, and they will have a fierce battle next.
Feng Ling was always bigu, and he didn't like greasy fried chicken, so he politely thanked him for his kindness.
Li Mufeng felt sleepy and had no appetite, so he also declined the invitation, with a bright dislike on his face, full of idlers waiting for him to leave, don't disturb the time between me and the queen.
Hua Qingcen, the game ID Huacishu, can be regarded as a veteran audience watching the two people's stories. They are abused by them every day, and after a long time, they will get used to it.
At this time, Hua Qingcen was able to calmly ignore the big devil's disgust, received a negative answer, and immediately led the others to have supper at a table a little far away from them.
Li Mufeng, who has no face and no skin, is much better than what he saw when he was studying in the United States four years ago.
At that time, although Li Mufeng was always smiling, perfect and elegant like an impeccable nobleman, Hua Qingcen was always indifferent to him, thinking that he was more like an empty shell, exiled himself to escape reality, those perfections were just a disguise to cater to others .
It wasn't until later, because of his programming expertise, that he cooperated with Li Mufeng, who wanted to make a fully immersive game, that Hua Qingcen gradually became familiar with this person's little past and a lot of bad tastes, and his daily life turned into mutual ridicule.
Even so, he still felt that Li Mufeng lacked the vitality of being a human being. Even if he was an acquaintance, the activity they saw was just a little bit of life left in him that hadn't completely died yet.
Except for topics related to the game, the villain has never talked seriously, always with cynical malice.
But all of this ends with the appearance of Feng Ling, who is as beautiful as a god in the sky, who re-given Li Yegui's heartbeat and awakened his buried self.
"...Can you stop looking at me with such retarded eyes blessed by Akua?" The man's deep and melodious voice suddenly rang out, but such a pleasant voice did not reduce the degree of heartbreak in his words, "I'm afraid of being shocked by your eyes, which will increase the burden on my Xian'er."
"..." I don't want to reduce your intelligence, I just want to reduce your dimension.
However, Hua Qingcen only dared to slander these words. Both villain Li and Feng Xiaoling are more powerful than him, and the only one who was downgraded was him, a civil servant who loves programming and plays games relying on nervous reflexes.
Silently gnawing on the chicken legs that suddenly became stale, Hua Ah Q began to recall the tragedy of Li Mufeng being knocked down by Feng Ling's three tricks in the company gym the day before yesterday, using his black history to add flavor to the chicken legs.
Unexpectedly, Hua Qingcen used the spiritual victory method so proficiently. Li Mufeng pulled the young man's wrist, rubbed his head gently into his hand, and brushed the young man's palm intentionally or unintentionally with his fluffy and soft hair.
Sure enough, after just rubbing twice, those porcelain-white hands followed Li Mufeng's wishes, inserting their fingers into his hair and rubbing them slowly, from time to time a strand of long-green silk was picked up between the fingers and slowly kneaded and twirled. .
Before closing his eyes to enjoy, Li Mufeng glanced at Feng Ling. Although Li Li still had a calm expression on his face, it could be seen from his slightly narrowed phoenix eyes that he was in a good mood, obviously enjoying it.
For some reason, Feng Ling liked the texture of his hair. She often thought that when he wasn't paying attention, she quietly stretched out her paws to his head, carefully picked up a small strand of hair, wrapped it around her index finger, and rubbed it gently twice. , Then retract your paws and go back and pretend nothing happened.
Every time he combed his hair back with hairspray, a certain young man with half-facial paralysis would show simple and easy-to-understand pity and regret at his hairstyle, and his eyes were also slightly hostile when he looked at the hairspray.
Li Mufeng, who always pays attention to his own fairy, naturally knows this kind of small trick, but he never makes a fuss, just silently throws away the hairspray, and when Feng Ling asked, he casually said that it was troublesome, but it was most comfortable naturally.
Seeing the slight curve of the young man's lips, Li Mufeng couldn't help but smile a little.
With the cooperation of Mr. Li, Feng Ling, who knew for the first time that he had a special interest in hair, gradually lit up his smoothing skills and made great progress.
One of its manifestations is that the person who originally said that he was excited to chat fell into a dream in the soft and smooth hair that was not covered.
This is what Hua Qingcen and the others saw when they stretched their muscles after supper.
On the small sofa by the window, the young man carved of white jade sat upright with the man half leaning on his shoulder, gently supporting the man's head with one hand, using his fingers as a comb to slowly straighten his hair, and the other hand Hands are held in the hands of men.
People who are usually cold and not like the mundane world here, because the soft color in the eyebrows and eyes have faded away from their aloofness, and there is a little bit of smoke and dust.
The tall man buried his head halfway into the young man's shoulder socket, his long bangs drooping over his forehead, casting a dark gray shadow, which accentuated his facial features more deeply, adding a bit of sharp glamour to his femininity.
Two beauties with different temperaments, quietly cuddling together, is the scenery, which can take away all eyes of others in an instant.
"I was suddenly curious, what would they look like if they had children?" Hua Qingcen whispered to everyone, not wanting to break the picturesque scenery in front of her.
"..." Disaster!
All the people in the technical department who were not asleep at the scene, the first reaction to Hua Qingcen's brain hole was disaster water, the disaster water that really cares about Qingcheng and then Qingguo.
Two people who stand at the pinnacle of appearance, one with a fairy spirit, so beautiful, the other is a natural evildoer, dressed in a flowery dress, if they have children, they don't need rice soup and Coca-Cola, and they don't have to wait 20 years , Open eyebrows are disasters, every frown and smile are disasters for all living beings.
"So..." Scared by his own imagination, a man in a red and blue plaid shirt swallowed exaggeratedly, touched his chest and whispered in surprise, "Fortunately, both of them are men?"
"This pair of genes is amazing! I want to say that children can't pick out their shortcomings even if they pick up their shortcomings," the black-and-white plaid man pushed his black-rimmed glasses, with the rigor unique to a man of science and engineering.
The fried chicken was too greasy, in order to relieve the greasy, Hua Qingcen specially ordered iced Coke.
Gudong took a big gulp of Coke, and Hua Qingcen interjected in a timely manner, "If you insist on saying that there are still shortcomings, it's too beautiful. If it's a boy, hiccup, it may be difficult to hook up with a strong man in this life, except for handsome men. There is no way out of the route."
The man in the blue-and-yellow plaid shirt immediately shouted in a low voice, and when he shouted, his eyes kept drifting towards Feng Ling and the others, fearing that he would accidentally wake someone up, "I am willing to bear this kind of sweet shortcoming, so that I am not only Meihe There is no way out other than more beautiful!"
"I hope the child is a bewitching beauty, or a cool and ascetic beauty, otherwise he will collide with his fathers, and the traffic will be divided. If I were the author, I would definitely not dig a hole for myself like this." The only one among a bunch of programmers My sister, after eating fried chicken, took out a tissue and wiped her mouth back and forth twice, with an expression that I am a screenwriter and must be able to squeeze out the last bit of flow reasonably, the old god said.
The man in the black and green plaid shirt paused for a while to pack the lunch box, and finally couldn't help complaining, "No one found out, is it all about beauty over and over again? This family really has no creativity, and neither does this author!"
"No way, the first character of these two characters may be beautiful," the yellow-blue plaid shirt retorted in a small voice, "I can write their certain looks, ah, I also hope that the author is so uncreative to me, the less The more creative the better."
"Good-looking skins are the same, and interesting souls are one in a thousand. Have you heard of it? Looks are all clouds. The important thing is the inside. Don't be too superficial." Return to the style of your colleagues.
However, his companion didn't appreciate it at all, "But those who say this are often not good-looking, and their souls are not very interesting. Besides, if you want to see interesting souls, you have to wait for the Ghost Festival. Once you go out, you will be everywhere." They are all interesting souls, and there is always one that satisfies your aesthetics."
"Come here, choose C or java as you like, and see if I don't bleed you!" The black and green plaid shirt took off the black framed eyes, wiped the lenses and put them on again, full of fighting spirit.
"It's superficial to like good-looking people?" The only girl suddenly became unhappy, "It's as if you would pay attention to the inside of people who are not good-looking."
The yellow and blue plaid shirt got teammates × 1, and the courage value was 1. He retorted more confidently, "Don't you choose the good-looking ones first when you watch movies?"
"..." After being confronted by the two, the black and green plaid shirt began to seriously reflect on whether he was really superficial.
Then he discovered that he was indeed superficial, for example, when he changed Shirley Yang in Ghost Blowing Lantern from a beauty with outstanding looks and a perfect figure to Mrs. Gu with thick eyebrows, big eyes, a fat face and a fat waist. Generous, witty and calm, he has a feeling that he can't bear to read.
Hua Qingcen watched the bickering between the two, and suddenly said, "To be honest, I think you guys with plaid shirts are the ones who are not creative."
Then, the sky was chattered to death.
Among the group of programmers around the table, except for the only girl and Hua Qingcen, the rest are all plaid shirts and black-rimmed glasses. The only difference is that the colors of the plaids are different, and the thickness of the temples are different.
"Little Huahua, you were spoiled by the big devil, so don't talk nonsense about such big truths," the only remaining girl was amused by Hua Qingcen's honesty, she covered her mouth and lay down on the table, holding back a smile and her shoulders twitching.
Silently looking away from the girl's legs stretched out on the table next to her, Hua Qingcen swallowed his complaints about the girl, he was really afraid that after saying that you are so rough, cover your mouth and smile like a soft girl, this girl will completely let herself go Forget that her ID card still says female.
If this is the case, he will become a sinner of the technical department. Although he is rough now, he can still show a little restraint.
But not pricking girls doesn’t mean not pricking veterans, he usually receives so many knives, he can’t just share them out, “Believe it or not, if this is a novel, you guys who have no personal characteristics but only group characteristics are definitely passers-by The supporting characters in the series may not have names yet, so what color grids are used to refer to you."
"Brother Hua, please show some face, don't laugh at half a hundred steps, think about your votes two days ago, the reply left by the big devil," the black and green grid was about to base his happiness on Hua Qingcen's pain, "Your existence is different from ours in terms of quality. It belongs to the type that the character image is not full enough and depends on the weight."
"What circle?" The girl put a mask on herself, smoothed out the air bubbles in the small hand mirror, and gossiped.
The yellow and blue lattice sat close, opened WeChat casually, flipped through the ticket circle for the girl, and within two strokes, reached the ticket circle that Hua Qingcen had issued the day before yesterday.
Huacishu: What happens when programmers write code in suits and leather shoes? PS, I hope that not wearing plaid can change my luck and try not to stay overnight. 【picture】
The picture is of Hua Qingcen taking a selfie with the mirror in formal attire. The first reply at the bottom is Li Mufeng's reply. In order to maintain the formation, the others have deleted all the first posts, and changed it to follow this reply with the same ten ha characters.
Li Yi: I will change the method to be ugly.
"Wow, the name Li Boss is really... tsk tsk, zero and one, boss Chinese is really good," said Cheng Yuan, a rotten girl, who has been standing in Shuangfeng CP. Auntie smiled.
It's a pity that when she was halfway through laughing, she let out an ouch, and the paper film on her face moved along with the stretched apple muscles.
Watching the person help the crooked mask back to its original position little by little, the black and green plaid shirt picked up the mask bag on the table and asked doubtfully, "Is applying a mask really useful? Speaking of which, La Mer seems to be quite expensive. Goddess bought it."
"What do you know, skin care is metaphysics, the more expensive the better, I am a programmer, 10% of my life is spent creating the world, 90% of the time is written bugs, where to spend money? No, this face is better, I am sorry to get through it night?"
"According to what you said, the face of the male god Feng is probably priceless." Hua Qingcen said, glancing secretly at Feng Ling's face.
"Wrong, the one that is completely flawless can no longer be measured in value. It is a miracle."
The author has something to say:
I just remembered today, in fact, when I set up their characters, I wanted to write meat,--
S Controlling desire to attack and being cold and straightforward are not human beings
Now Shimizu couldn't believe it, and threw the table--
Ah, but it seems that I can’t write it, I feel that I will be broken by the majesty of the law
PS, because of Taibai, the elders in the family suspected anemia -- Hao Fang