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The sound of high heels is getting closer and closer, the rhythm is crisp, unhurried, and there is a kind of tactfulness of a model's catwalk. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

This is a tall beauty, with slender eyes that are very charming, her chin slightly raised, and her face has a kind of restrained coldness.

Liu Ning's eyes are small. But it can't hide the surprise glow radiating at this time. He jerked himself up from his seat, and in a very reserved and flattering manner, he did his best to smile as he could.

There is no need for the beauty in front of her to open her lips lightly to express her apologies for being late.

Liu Ning took the lead in snatching people, for fear of making Zhao Yafang say something embarrassing and embarrassing for herself. He understood how sensitive and strong Avon was, no matter what, he didn't want to let her be wronged in such a small matter.

It doesn't make sense to be right or wrong.

"Avon, we've only just arrived!" He bites the tail note hard, as if trying to emphasize that he is telling the truth.

What an empathetic gentleman!

Dangdang!

The wall clock in the cold drink shop struck the hour for a full thirteen minutes, just in time when the shopkeeper had just finished lunch.

"Who is he?"

Zhao Yafang clasped her hands in front of her chest and looked at Wen Qianyi sideways.

Wen Qian didn't even turn his head.

In front of him was a copy of "DOAIC", which stands for "Designofanalogintegratedcircuits", which is a professional book related to microelectronics. It is very theoretical, and unless there is sufficient knowledge of computers and circuits as a foundation, it requires a professional level of English to be able to read.

No doubt.

In Zhao Yafang's eyes, the first impression brought to her by this handsome young man was labeled as pretending.

It's just a small cold drink shop, not a library study room, not a café or some kind of place to satisfy some people's pretend needs.

Judging from his physiognomy, Wen Qian will not be more than eighteen or nineteen years old at most, probably the age of the third year of high school or the first year of college. Yunyang City is just an ordinary small county, and there have been no famous people for many years, and there has never been a so-called genius boy.

It's a small place that can't be more ordinary.

The people who live here like to live an ordinary life with peace of mind, and the roots of conformity are engraved in their bones.

Humans are such strange creatures that it is difficult to accept the presence of excellence in the group. Not to mention the arrogant Zhao Yafang, who has never experienced what is called suffering, let alone the art of compromise.

In her worldview, life is a brutal showdown of zero-sum games.

There can only be a strong and a weak, and there will never be a situation of peaceful coexistence.

Zhao Yafang has proud capital, she grew up with a golden spoon in her mouth, and has lived in a rich material world since she was a child. Inherited from her parents' superior intelligence, she stood out early in her academic career experience and became the focus of attention.

She enjoyed it, looked forward to compliments from others, and got used to a higher position in the comparatives. Looking down is her favorite perspective.

At this moment, there was obviously something unacceptable to her in the small cold drink shop-someone could read books that she couldn't read.

If she understood even a trace of the truth that "people are not omnipotent", she would not be so sharp.

"Who is he?"

Zhao Yafang's slender finger pointed at Wen Qianyi, and she asked again.

Liu Ning didn't notice the tension in the atmosphere. In his eyes, he only had Zhao Yafang's beautiful face, and the elegant fragrance of the woman in the literary work, which was actually the refreshing taste of estrogen.

"This is my cousin Wen Qianyi, he is what I told you on the phone, the master translator." He touched the back of his head and smiled.

Zhao Yafang smiled and raised her eyebrows: "Oh? ”

She sat elegantly in the seat opposite Wen Qianyi, her eyes lowered, and she looked at Wen Qianyi's side face from top to bottom.

"Your name is Wen Qianyi, right?"

"According to online information, there are a total of 351k English texts of "The Chronicles of Alonia", and my charge is ten dollars per kb. I can give you a zero and pay me a total of three thousand dollars. Wen Qian also gently closed the book in his hand, looked at Zhao Yafang's gaze suspiciously, and said straightforwardly.

He added: "The price is fair. ”

In fact, this price is already a very friendly price.

His style of doing things is getting closer and closer to SOM17. It doesn't drag mud and water, and it lacks the politeness that humans often have.

Zhao Yafang's eyes were stunned for a moment, and then she was slightly angry.

What does that mean?

Fair? Is it fair to talk about money when you meet?

"You-"

She frowned slightly, and was just about to have a seizure, when she suddenly bumped into Wen Qianyi's calm gaze, and half of the syllables that popped out were suffocated back into her throat and stopped abruptly.

What a special pair of eyes that were!

It's as deep as night, and there's a kind of cold that is intellectually extreme.

Zhao Yafang was holding her arms, subconsciously shivering, she thought it was because the temperature of the air conditioner in the cold drink shop was too low, she glanced at Wen Qianyi deeply, and then turned her head and said sharply to Liu Ning: "Where are you looking, even if it's far away, it's still so cold!" ”

"I'm sorry, my fault, my fault! Will definitely pay attention next time! Liu Ning groveled to greet him.

This humble attitude finally made Zhao Yafang's psychology balanced again.

With Liu Ning, a guy who doesn't care about face for the sake of the goddess, the atmosphere will not be too stiff no matter what. Communication is actually an attempt to get the information you want from other people's mouths, and all Zhao Yafang needs is some sense of superiority.

Wen Qianyi happened to break her superiority inadvertently.

Seventeen years old, senior in high school.

Proficient in English, extremely speaking, and even a dialect accent in American language.

This is the information that Liu Ning told her, and in the short encounter, most of this has been confirmed.

Zhao Yafang tried to test Wen Qianyi's true level, racking her brains to find a few particularly remote language usages, but only to gain endless frustration.

Wen Qianyi, a wicked fellow, not only answered her question in a more standard, contextualized English, but also used the Oxford Advanced Dictionary as a theoretical basis to point out errors in the grammar she used.

Did he learn a foreign language from his mother's womb?

Zhao Yafang silently wrote down the page number in Wen Qianyi's mouth, lowered her head and pretended to play with her mobile phone, and sent a text message to her girlfriend under the pretext of asking for the word, wanting to confirm whether there would be this word in the page number.

The girlfriend was surprised by this request, and she took a picture of the dictionary and sent it to Zhao Yafang as an MMS.

The MMS message made her expression change, and she quietly put her phone back in her handbag.

Zhao Yafang no longer showed off her English level in front of Wen Qianyi, even if it was "ok", she didn't want to mention it again.

She wanted to regain a shred of her self-esteem in other areas.

Zhao Yafang fiddled with the expensive black IBM notebook, and it took a long time for her to turn the computer and point the display at Wen Qianyi. Liu Ning had been watching quietly from the side, but his eyes occasionally drifted uncontrollably to Zhao Yafang's side face.

In order to lighten the mood, he also went to the counter to buy three torch ice creams. However, Zhao Yafang shook her head and politely rejected Liu Ning's kindness.

She pursed her lips and smiled, "This is the source code of "The War of Alonia" that I cracked. Text translation is just a small job, the task is not very heavy, you don't have to be too nervous. Well, the text file hasn't had time to be extracted yet—"

The implication is that she has to do the real technical work.

Wen Qian also licked the torch ice cream in his hand, he misunderstood what Zhao Yafang meant. Under Zhao Yafang's gaze, he stretched out his left hand and put it on the computer keyboard.

Under his control, his fingers landed precisely on every key that needed to be pressed, and a storm of keyboard tapping sounded without any errors, and the speed was dizzying.

Six seconds was just enough time for him to eat the ice cream thoroughly.

Click-

Wen Qian also stuffed the crispy cone into his mouth, clapped his hands casually, and took out the USB flash drive on the side of the computer.

With a serious expression, he said, "I need two days." ”

No one noticed when Wen Qianyi inserted the USB flash drive into Zhao Yafang's IBM notebook, but none of this mattered. Wen Qian not only extracted all the text files, but also corrected a few error codes left by Zhao Yafang when he cracked it.

For the sake of intuitiveness, he did not save it immediately, but used red font and bold as a logo.

Zhao Yafang clenched her teeth, held her notebook, and stomped her high heels and left the cold drink shop.

Liu Ning stared blankly at the back of her departing Miaoman, and smacked her lips: "It's so beautiful." ”

"It's just kind of weird."

Wen Qian also touched a thick stack of hairy grandfathers in his trouser pocket, smiled slightly, and left this trace of unhappiness behind. He was still immersed in the joy of earning the first pot of gold, and he couldn't imagine how much his self-esteem was hit by his series of unintentional actions.

It's finally time to get a new phone!

Is it e72 or n86?

Wen Qian also held this "huge wealth", and his heart could not hide his joy, and his pitiful pursuit was limited to this.

Fortunately, som17 woke Wen Qian up in time.

"Here's the shopping list." SOM17's voice reappeared.

"Monkeys have 10 percent access to supplies. The remaining 90 percent you have to use to buy the necessary materials. ”

Wen Qianyi's smile froze on his face.