After half past eleven, the teacher on duty left, and Lao Liu helped Tong Yan take out the computer bag.

At twelve o'clock, before Tong Yan came, he helped Tong Yan take out the computer from his bag.

At half past twelve, Lao Liu helped Tong Yan plug in the power.

At one o'clock in the morning, Lao Liu helped Tong Yan turn on the machine, a skill he had learned as early as when he watched Tong Yan operate.

Tong Yan still didn't come, Lao Liu kept pacing in the room, the computer screen was already lit up, should he touch it or not, endure it again and again, and finally he still stretched out his hand to the mouse......

"Knock knock!"

There was a knock on the door, Lao Liu's hand trembled, and asked, "Who?" ”

"Grandpa Liu, it's me." The voice is soft.

It was Tong Yan, and Lao Liu suddenly became nervous, "Oh, here it is." He wanted to destroy the evidence, but it was definitely too late, so he had to open the door to Tong Yan.

"I'm sorry, I'm afraid I won't be able to write it today, I'll send two chapters of the novel and go back." Tong Yan felt that it was inappropriate to call the old man at this time, but he usually uploaded new chapters around 1 a.m., and although there were not many readers of this novel yet, he still wanted to maintain this habit.

After coming in, Tong Yan naturally saw that his laptop had been turned on, and Lao Liu explained with some embarrassment, "I wanted to open the computer first and wait for you to come, but I didn't expect you to come." ”

"It's me who is wrong, I should have told you in advance."

Tong Yan's manuscript is quite abundant, and he directly uploaded two chapters of the manuscript, and noted at the end of the chapter that the contract has been sent to this book, and with the guarantee of signing, I hope readers and friends can rest assured that they can collect and support, and these two chapters are considered to be a contract gift package.

At this time, the collection of "Rage Thunder" has reached 12, a total of 13 are recommended, and 23 clicks are clicked, which is similar to the results of the same period as "The History of Little Soldiers", but "The History of Little Soldiers" borrowed the east wind of "The Legend of Little Soldiers", and "Rage Thunder" is a real charm of its own, although it is only less than 10,000 words, but obviously this novel has attracted the attention of some people.

In the book review area, Tong Yan saw my arrogant message, this kid has found a new base, but his book reviews are really uncomfortable.

I'm arrogant: This book is so good, although there are only two chapters, but I can't stop at all, the author, come out and update it, I can't stand the bird!!

This is too obvious, but the following comments do not doubt the authenticity at all.

Smile a little sadly: Really, I'll see.

Old Cat Roast Chicken: It's really good, the author is faster!

Seven days and eight nights: too young to see yet, but the author's writing is not bad.

Hold the wind blowing: I read another new book "Beast Blood Boiling", which is a bit similar to the beginning of this book, but it is more refreshing and silvery~~

Tong Yan saw several readers of "The History of Little Soldiers" in this post, where do you not meet in life! In addition to this theme post, Tong Yan also saw two posts with "Come on the author", he now has time, and simply replied with a "thank you", he doesn't want to change his pen name in the future, so this time he must express himself well, mingle with readers, and let "Tong Yan Wuji" carry forward.

After doing this, Tong Yan glanced at the old Liu Tou behind him, he was still very energetic, maybe he had been sleeping during the day.

"Grandpa Liu, why don't you come and have fun." Tong Yan invited.

"No, no, I won't play." Lao Liu said shyly, Tong Yan must have guessed that he was playing with the computer privately just now.

Tong Yan walked over and dragged him over, "I didn't know how to play at first, I didn't know how to learn, it's very simple, I'll teach you." ”

Old Liu Tou's cultural Cheng dù Tong Yan didn't know very well, plus the letters on the keyboard were worn out, Tong Yan just taught him how to use the mouse to operate, "Click here to open the web page, this is the website Daquan, here is the news, you don't even have a TV in this house, then you can watch the news to relieve boredom, and there are TV series, but you have to wear headphones......"

Lao Liu Tou said no, but now he listened very carefully, for fear of missing a word, and his face was full of eager expressions.

After teaching some simple operations, Tong Yan said, "Then I'll go back first, don't play too late, you can play casually during the day when no one is around." ”

"I'm just going to take a look." Lao Liu Tou held the mouse and stared at the computer with a stern expression, thinking to himself how this thing is so magical!

Song Rao's 18th birthday, both men wanted her to have an unforgettable time, Song Xiancheng ordered a birthday cake for her early, and was going to invite some relatives to celebrate her birthday.

Tong Yan couldn't make such a big battle, he found a book from the drawer of the desk, the illustrated version of "The Little Prince", this is a book he likes very much, although it belongs to the category of children's literature, but the philosophy and emotions contained in it can be used by adults.

Tong Yan still has a lot of books he likes in his drawer, buying books is one of his big hobbies, the reason why he gave this one is because this novel has a small number of words and a simple plot, Song Rao doesn't like to read those deep literary works, this novel is valid even if it is a love novel, the love between the little prince and the rose, troubled and beautiful, just like the first love of a high school student.

Tong Yan wrote on the title page of the book, "To the beautiful, lovely, enthusiastic, youthful and invincible Song Rao, I wish you forever eighteen years old!" ”

After writing it, Tong Yan felt that it was explicit enough, and she would definitely blush and heartbeat after seeing this level of praise.

After two classes, Tong Yan felt that it didn't seem to be explicit enough, so he should write something else.

I like you? Are you the most beautiful in my heart? Are you the only one in my life? Will it be too direct, this kind of thing is said, the relationship between the two will either collapse completely, or go further, it is estimated that it is impossible to maintain the status quo, Tong Yan does not want to go that far.

In the end, Tong Yan wrote what he wanted to say in the upper right corner of the book in the form of a password, this implicit way of showing love is more in line with Tong Yan's state of mind that he wants to say but doesn't dare to say now, even if Song Rao discovers the meaning of the password, he can pretend not to know, he can advance or retreat, and he is foolproof.

At noon, when Tong Yan walked into Song Rao's class, she was lying on the table to take a nap after lunch, revealing half of her fair and smooth face.

It was impossible to wake up Song Rao outside, so Tong Yan had to go in and pat her on the shoulder, "Ah, why are you here?" Song Rao rubbed her eyes.

There were other senior brothers and sisters in the classroom, and it was inconvenient to speak, so Tong Yan hooked his finger at her, meaning to come out and say.

Finding a quiet and empty place outside, Tong Yan took out the small book in his pocket, "This is the French masterpiece "The Little Prince", I know you don't like to read dull masterpieces, but this book is only more than 20,000 words, and it is a very simple story, I hope you will like it." ”

"For me?"

"A birthday present for you." Tong Yan's hand was kept lifted, it was not hot, but his head was already sweating, after all, this was the first time he had given a gift to a girl.

"Thank you." Song Rao took "The Little Prince" with a smile on the corner of her mouth, although there is this book on the shelf of her father's house, but this is given by Tong Yan, and the meaning is different.

She turned the first page and saw Tong Yan's blessings, her heart was about to bloom, there was no word of thanks, and in the end there was only one sentence that was missing, "Flim tongue!" ”

"Rao, what kind of book is this?" As soon as Zhao Ying sat down, he saw Song Rao looking at a booklet in a daze.

"Isn't that written, The Little Prince." Song Rao smirked with her chin smirked.

"You bought it?" Zhao Ying took it and asked while flipping through it.

"Don't look!" Song Rao was afraid that Zhao Ying would see the line on the title page.

"Hey, what is this?" Zhao Ying saw something else.

She saw a handwritten number in the upper right corner of the page, the first page and the next seven or eight pages.

"What's that?" The careless Song Rao hadn't found out before.

Zhao Ying took out a piece of paper and counted them one by one, "9, 12, 15, 22, 5, 25, 15, 21." ”

[PS: Thank you for smiling and smiling book pupils, book friends 150405101905153, night shadow_, Xiao Wei Shao, Phantom Tianchen, a smile and a few sorrows, appreciating flowers and jade, traveling for nine days 01, Qu Hongyi, dragging Long Sanshao, and dreaming back to be strong for the reward and love of several book friends~~]

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