"Next stop, City Hall Square. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info"

On the No. 169 bus, Wen Qian also held a brown paper bag tied into a square with a rope and looked out the window.

No one can guess what SOM17 thinks.

This guy who claims to be a high-dimensional life will always have some strange ideas. It sounds constructive, organized, and seems to be as good as it follows the route it has set, and you will definitely reach the goals you have set. However, the difficulty of achieving it is at the same level as the pollution control of the Ganges River in India.

Unless the Indian oil can't be saved.

Wen Qianyi's divergent thinking lasted less than three seconds, and he returned to the cruel real world.

SOM17 has selected a total of 13 books, including computer language, principles and applications of data, as well as English learning materials such as English-Chinese dictionaries and introduction to spoken English.

According to SOM17, if you want to learn, why not go to the smartest monkey as an example? Today, the center of gravity of the world is still in the distant European and American continents, especially the Eagle Country and the Star Spangled Country, which are among the five permanent monkey countries.

If you want to learn the most advanced knowledge, you need to master a foreign language. Learning a foreign language does not mean that you are superior to others, but rather that you gain a broader way to understand the world.

The same is true in the field of computing.

The best programmers and the most advanced algorithms tend to come from Western countries, where materials are abundant and computer research has long been established, rather than from the impoverished continents of Latin America and Asia and Africa.

The software export industry, which Indians pride themselves on, is in fact nothing more than an IT sweatshop propped up by Western countries, and it is no big deal, it can only make up for the poor self-esteem of Indians. Even so, the main language of the Indian computer industry is English, not Hindi, their national language.

Wen Qian also asked SOM17 why he wanted to study these computer books.

The answer given by the som17 adults is a clean slap in the face.

"Just do it. Why do humans always focus on things that don't matter...... I've seen a perfect silicon-based creature that doesn't have the shortcomings of laziness, selfishness, and greed, which are meaningless for scientific development......"

Its words make no secret of its contempt for the human species.

There was a sentence that Wen Qian didn't dare to say, and the thought was only half a circle in his mind before he was slammed out by himself: "Then why are you staying in my human body aggrievedly?" ”

The SOM17 was able to read Wen Qianyi's thoughts as easily as reading the computer's memory data. Wen Qianyi's careful thinking can't hide from the great som17 adult, and any resistance needs to be punished.

Refuse to answer!

"Smack-"

Wen Qian couldn't see his expression, but he could feel the corners of his eyes twitching all the time.

As the saying goes, the most aggrieved thing about a husband is that he dares to be angry but doesn't dare to speak, and he doesn't even have the qualifications to be angry. Slap in the face, no anger, no shame, only the sorrow of finding that he had succumbed to the alien obscenity so easily.

The uncles and aunts and white-collar youths on the bus turned their eyes to the corner, which is the direction from which the slap sound came from.

An aunt muttered in a low voice, "Is this child too stressed?" How do you beat yourself up? With so much effort, the whole carriage could hear it. ”

"It's stupid." The other aunt pouted.

After a while, the topic of these two people turned to the short gossip of the parents.

"A distant relative of my neighbor's family surnamed Liu has a daughter, I heard that she is a reporter of the "Yuncheng Evening News", this girl is not only blessed with a great life, but also very bold. There was an explosion of a food court in Xicheng District at noon today, you know, right? ”

"You know, what's wrong with this girl?"

"Ouch, the scene of the explosion is old and tragic, it is said that seventeen or eighteen died! But this girl, not only did she have nothing to do, but she also took a lot of photos and uploaded them to the Internet, I have long thought that this Liu girl has a prosperous husband, if any kid marries her, he will wait for happiness for the rest of his life! ”

Wen Qian also lowered his head, his expression becoming more and more strange.

Yunyang City is a small city, and the local area is small. But if there are some eye-catching things, they will spread quickly, and they will be known and boiled all over the city through the mouths of the seven aunts and eight aunts in a short time.

But that's too much of a coincidence, isn't it?

Who is the daughter of this distant relative surnamed Liu...... Wen Qian doesn't have to guess to know the answer.

Of course, it's the beautiful reporter Liu Xuejia with peach buttocks!

This royal sister's figure and appearance are very much in line with Wen Qianyi's taste, but he has no intention of making contact with her again.

Men often have lust, but reason is more important.

The matter of Huifeng Food City cannot be explained clearly in one or two sentences. He had just felt a little proud of his sane mentality, and som17 poured cold water on him.

"Wen Qianyi" moved his mouth and sneered: "The monkey finally has a brain." ”

dragged his tired body back home, and the sense of security that came from the shop as soon as he entered the door finally relaxed Wen Qianye's nerves, which had been tense all the time. As the last harbor of people's hearts, the importance of home is self-evident.

In just one day, he has experienced so much and changed too much.

Although Wen Qianyi has a precocious personality, he has little experience in life, and he is only an ordinary seventeen-year-old boy. There are still 4 months to go before he reaches adulthood, but he has endured the terrible pressure from SOM17.

During this period of contact, he finally knew what kind of bad personality the alien life parasitic in his body was.

He knew better that he didn't have the ability to disobey SOM17's orders, and all he could do was obey them.

"Learn! You only have 3 calendar days. ”

Before he could slip his slippers, the neutral voice of SOM17 roared in Wen Qianyi's head.

It has finally found another way to communicate, simulating the brain's voice signals instead of the strange method of occupying Wen Qianyi's mouth.

Before Wen Qian could answer, he felt an endless itch gushing out of the cracks in his bones.

"Ahh

His whole body was curled into a ball, and his hands scratched uncontrollably on his body, even scratching red marks through his clothes. The itch came and went quickly, only lasting less than 1 second, but it made Wen Qian feel as long as a few minutes.

The cold sweat that broke out completely soaked the school uniform, and Wen Qianyi leaned against the shoe rack as if he had collapsed.

"The goal must be accomplished."

SOM17's order had a solemn nature that could not be refused, and the itch it gave to Wen Qianyi was a warning to him of what hellish the consequences of disobeying the order would be.

"Xiao Qian is back, child, go take a look."

Father Wen's voice floated out of the room, with the calmness unique to middle-aged people, and the unhurried temperament of a bookish temperament.

"Son, you are ......" Mother Wen is a dignified-looking middle-aged woman, and the residual charm between her eyebrows shows her peerless elegance when she was young. She walked from the living room to the door and saw Wen Qianyi, who was leaning on the shoe rack to recover her strength.

Wen Qian also smiled reluctantly and said, "Mom, I just came back from a long run......"

This explanation is somewhat unreasonable, but it barely makes sense.

At dinner, Wen Qian also ate five bowls of white rice, which made Wen's father and mother so surprised that they couldn't close their mouths. They looked at each other, and from the look at each other, they knew that the thoughts in their heads were surprisingly consistent.

When did my son become like this? He used to eat like a cat.

Mother Wen suppressed her doubts and figured out the reason in an instant. The amount of food for a seventeen-and-a-half-year-old child is not small, not to mention that it is still a very physically demanding senior year of high school.

She filled Wen Qianye with rice again, and by the way, she also went to the kitchen to cook a bowl of water noodles.

A few minutes later, Mother Wen sat next to Wen Qianyi with a bowl of noodles, and her thoughtful gaze made Wen Qianyi's scalp tingle. After a long while, Mother Wen hesitated to say what she had hidden in her heart for a while.

"Son, are you...... Falling in love? ”

Poof――

Wen Qian didn't control his emotions well, a mouthful of rice squirted out of his mouth, and he looked at his mother dumbfounded.

Why don't I know?

Are aliens counted?

As soon as he had this thought, he suddenly shouted in his heart that it was terrible. There was a feeling of imminent movement from his arm, and Wen Qian hurriedly pressed his arm with his other hand, and all kinds of clichéd sycophant lines from film and television dramas floated in his mind one after another.

In the end, there was a false alarm, but Wen Qianyi already oozed more cold sweat on his forehead.

Mother Wen was still staring at Wen Qianyi, in her opinion, her son's weak heart in a cold sweat was undoubtedly a normal reaction to poke at a sore foot and be found secret.

"Your homeroom teacher just called."

Father Wen lifted his glasses, stared at Wen Qianyi with extremely serious eyes, and at the same time answered the doubts in his heart.