Finally, Huang Lei found Ji Fengchen's quilt in the bathroom.

Because the quilt of a monk is different from the quilt of a lay disciple, and the bathroom of a lay disciple is in room 36. So, it didn't take long to find it.

Rogerson you have to throw it farther, it's not easy to find it!

Could it be that the power-type supernatural people are really people with well-developed limbs, simple minds, and worrying IQs?

"Who is so lacking in morality, throw the boss's quilt here" Huang Lei said unhappily, and then took a closer look, and there was a bad smell from the quilt, "It's really, it's all stained."

So, Huang Lei hurriedly washed the quilt, and just came back from drying, he bumped into Ji Fengchen.

"Boss, you practiced all night last night?" asked Huang Lei.

"yes. I can only exercise at night," Ji Fengchen said, "It's just a warm-up during the day, and it doesn't work out."

"You're amazing, boss" Huang Lei gave a thumbs up.

"Leizi, I heard that you want to be a hacker, right?" asked Ji Fengchen.

"Yes," Huang Lei said.

"Then I'll find you a good teacher to teach you one-on-one, is it feasible for you to come to work with me after you finish your studies?" Ji Fengchen asked, "Don't worry, I won't treat you badly." I will look for you again if I have something, and when I have nothing to do, you will rest, and your salary will be paid accordingly."

"Really!" Huang Lei was happy, "That's great, thank you, boss!"

"It's fine. I just need a computer whiz to help me look things up. I don't worry about others, I am the most relieved of your words," Ji Fengchen smiled and patted Huang Lei's shoulder and said.

"Thank you, boss!" Huang Lei said with a smile.

"Let's go back, we'll eat later," Ji Fengchen patted Huang Lei's shoulder again and said.

When eating, Ji Fengchen had just made a hot porridge, and Rogerson deliberately bumped into it. As a result, Ji Fengchen didn't fall, he fell to the ground himself. The porridge in Ji Fengchen's hand didn't spill out, but the porridge in his bowl spilled on his face all of a sudden.

The hot porridge that had just come out of the pot suddenly made Rogerson's face blister.

"Paper, paper, paper, scissors" Ji Fengchen knew that Rogerson did it on purpose, so he whispered, and reached out again, wanting to pull him.

But Rogerson shook Ji Fengchen's hand aside, stood up and left.

Looking at Rogerson's back, Ji Fengchen shook his head.

"Boss, scissors, paper, rock. What does it mean? Shouldn't it be rock-paper-scissors?" Huang Lei scratched his head and asked puzzled.

"How many fingers are these?" Ji Fengchen asked with a smile and stretched out his scissors.

"Two roots," Huang Lei said.

"How many fingers are there for that cloth and stone?" Ji Fengchen asked again.

"Understood" Huang Lei understood and said with a smile.

Scissors 2, cloth 5, stone 0

"It's quite 250," Ling Yu said with a smile, "But boss, why did he deliberately hit you?"

"Who knows?" said Ji Fengchen with a shrug of his shoulders.

During the meal, Ji Fengchen was about to sit down, and his ass was about to hit the bench, and Rogerson kicked Ji Fengchen's bench away.

It's just that Ji Fengchen didn't sit on the ground, but continued to eat with his horse steps.

Rogson's smile immediately froze on his face, and after a few seconds, he returned to his place in anger.

"What's the hair," Ling Yu looked at Rogerson dissatisfied, and said, "It's great to be a half-foreigner and a half-foreigner."

"Forget it, leave him alone, eat" Ji Fengchen touched Ling Yu with his arm and said.