In the small dark room, Fang Ran, who was speechless when he heard Jota's answer, kept looking at him silently, and Jota, who was uncomfortable with him, shrank back in his chair.

"That's... Did I say something strange...."

Fang Ran looked at this Jota, who was more all-round and wide-ranging than himself, and it was a little unbelievable that a guy with scientific and technological ability who could probably become the strongest hacker would write at home all day long, but he still put away his preconceived opinion that the other party made it look like it didn't touch the text.

"So you were just coding words? Can I find it online? ”

"Uh... I can find it..."

Hearing Fang Ran say this, Jota's voice was a little eager, and he pressed it on the keyboard, it was not the end of the industry's leading boss, it was just a station that Fang Ran had never heard of, and then it seemed to be the backstage of his work, but when he leaned over and looked at it, Fang Ran saw...

[The King's Throne ---- updated to Chapter 178---- Fantasy Editing Team ---- Collection....]

【10】

Fang Ran: "......"

10 Collections...

"That's... I said Yota..."

Looking at this physical screen, which was estimated to be the code word he had specially prepared, Fang Ran suddenly felt a complicated opening, and Jota, who was watching him look at the book he wrote, immediately replied!

"I'm here!"

"I'll ask you a question, an analogy... For example, in the classic adventure story, the final battle and the final boss are dying and counterattacking, at this time, the air flow is whistling and exploding, and the space is shattered, and the male protagonist suddenly looks back at the female protagonist and shows a warm chuckle, why? ”

"Uh... He wanted to... Show off your masculinity...? ”

"......., why is it that in the face of an extremely difficult opponent, a companion calls the protagonist out alone before the start of the battle, talks all night, and finally says to the protagonist, 'Don't worry, I'll find a way to solve it'?"

"He... Miscalculated the opponent's combat power? ”

Hearing such an answer, Fang Ran was silent for a moment, silently turned his head and stared at him for a while, and then suddenly asked:

"How do you donate money from a person's card to a disaster area?"

"If you are sure of someone, you can use his name or photo to collect basic information such as mobile phone number and home address on the Internet, and then I can block his network operator, use a disguised base station to trick his device connection and implant a virus, as long as I control his SIM card, I have many ways to get the password of his online banking account or mobile business hall, and make his mobile phone paralyzed or I can remotely control the money to transfer the money to another card and donate it to the disaster area... But... But Fang Ran is against the law like this, Sister Yesheng told me that I can't do this kind of thing..."

"Jota, did you answer a question correctly in your reading comprehension in junior high school Chinese?"

"That's... I didn't go to school...."

Fang Ran: "......"

Well, you win,

I now finally know why I came in and saw you poking at the keyboard with one finger...

Syllable...

Looking at this timid young man who could no longer be described as a partial subject, and who had obviously said something very powerful just now, but shrank back, Fang Ran slapped his face and looked at him vicissitudes.

"Let me take the liberty of asking... Have you signed a contract? ”

Hearing Fang Ran ask this question, the expression on Jota's face was slightly gloomy, but he smiled reluctantly to hide his embarrassment.

"Not yet... Although every month I go to apply..."

Also... It's strange that hundreds of thousands of words and ten collections can be signed...

Fang Ran, who was completely speechless and didn't know where to complain, looked helplessly at this weak teenager who was squatting on the chair, because of social fear, who seemed to have a communication barrier to people, unkempt hair and big glasses, and sighed as he sat on the bed on the side.

"It's a real loss that you can write hundreds of thousands of words if you don't even sign a contract, anyway, you are also a member of the night game, let Brother Suqun think of a way to discuss it with the people of this small company, or are you short of money, if you don't lack money, you can buy it directly and sign the contract as you want."

"I... In fact, even if it is one of the shareholders...

"Poof!"

I'll go! You really bought it!

Then you are a shareholder, you vote for yourself, you have not signed a contract!? Or is it this kind of eighteen-line small website that I have never heard of??

With an inexplicable expression, the corners of Fang Ran's mouth twitched with a complicated face, and he didn't know how to complain about his good collapse, and he sighed without consciously holding his forehead:

"Then you can just use your authority, and not to mention the communication barrier in your small dark room all day long, after all, why do you want to write as a computer genius technologist, what do you do is not better than this..."

"Ahaha... This..."

Hearing Fang Ran's helplessness, Jota seemed to feel a little strange and laughed quietly, in the dim room he looked at the screen in front of him, on which there was a manuscript that he had only written a few hundred words, and the light slightly illuminated his unkempt hair and a somewhat distracted face behind the large glasses frame.

"I... That one... I'm not very good at communicating with people.,I'm afraid to meet strangers.,I've always been alone before being found by Sister Yesheng.,I didn't go to school and didn't have any friends.。 ”

Speaking of this, he hugged his knees, embarrassed, embarrassed, and smiled shyly.

"Unlike the program where the rules are clear and simple, as long as you learn it, I can't understand what other people think, I don't know if his smile is good or bad, and I can't even understand whether the atmosphere between people is tense or not, so..."

"I especially envy the people in it, who are strong and handsome, who have friends and lovers who have a tight relationship with me, who experience those exciting trips outside, meet all kinds of people and see all kinds of scenery, like looking at one world after another that I have never seen..."

Fang Ran saw him look at himself and scratch the unkempt hair that he hadn't taken care of for an unknown amount of time, he couldn't see that he was sad and smiled at himself, and then his eyes welled up with expectation, and he squatted on the chair and couldn't help but shake his body.

"So one day I suddenly wanted to write a story by myself, to create a world by myself, because then it would be as if I was traveling through that world myself, and if I could write a wonderful and interesting story..."

"Maybe I can understand the people's hearts and atmosphere better, and I can be as powerful as everyone in the bureau, although it seems that I have failed..."

After saying this, he suddenly realized that because someone told him that he wrote it, he was too excited to say a lot of embarrassing things, and smiled and scratched his head like a girl.

"Actually... Maybe I just like it too much..."

When he heard these words, Fang Ran actually froze for a moment, looking at this white and weak young man, with unkempt and unkempt hair and big glasses, squatting on the chair welded to the ground with his knees hugged, and a safety belt with a combination lock tied around his waist.

suddenly remembered the taciturn young man who waved goodbye to him on that icy sea, obviously going to school but had no friends,

He once bored and asked Ling why the participants liked to stay in high places, and when he silently complained in his heart that it was really not to pretend to be forced, he heard Ling's very bland answer.

-'Probably because it's easier to find the same kind'-

Perhaps the boy in front of him who is huddled in this dark room is the same, wanting to fill the loneliness of only one person in this way, and overcome his weaknesses and fears.

Loneliness is a fatal disease.

looked at him stunned, then Fang Ran scratched his head, walked to his side and sighed completely abandoned.

Alas, the expression on your face is too easy to understand...

"Do you have a tablet here? It's okay with a phone, anyway, give me something to see what you've written. ”

"Ahh Yes.. Yes! But..."

Seeing him say this suddenly, Jotalen nodded subconsciously and quickly, and pulled out something from the table that might be a tablet, but then hesitated and asked:

"Fang Ran, do you really want to see me?"

"Ahh I entered the ward again today, went out of the door far away, and finally got home and was taken to the magic capital before the butt was hot, and then I got lost half a little, to be honest, I was tired to death, I don't want to move. ”

Jota listened unconsciously, and then saw Fang Ran take the flat and slump on his bed, pull over a pillow and pillow, a familiar look that has regarded this place as home, and waved his hand to himself without turning his eyes.

"Okay, okay, you can write yours, don't worry about me."

"Oh... Oh... Well..."

Jota turned around a little dazedly and thought, 'Don't take me away?' Then looking at the progress in front of him, he completely lost the mind to continue to finger Zen, and his fingers subconsciously typed out the speed on the keyboard that was invisible, called up the monitoring of Fang Ran's tablet, and secretly glanced at it again,

found that Fang Ran was stuffing potato chips into his mouth while looking at the tablet in his hand without turning his eyes, really turning the pages one by one.

Forehead... But where did the chips come from...