The sun was already setting in the west, and it slowly put away the piercing light, and the afterglow of the sun sprinkled on Yang Qing's delicate face, making him even more sweet and lovely.

Yang Qing was bored and lay on the sofa for a while, now Yang Qing was a little confused, he hadn't figured out how to use his ability, stood up, walked to the gaming chair and sat down, took out the C language that he hadn't read for nearly half a year from under the desk, and looked at it boringly.

After reading it a few times, he wanted to recall what he had just read, but as a result, he found that he remembered all the content he had just read, and the content he had read in it could be memorized backwards and understood through, which was very novel, so he took out C++, Java, Java Web and other books one after another, and continued to read them.

He bought these books, at first because he envied the hackers and artificial intelligence in the movie, and very much hoped that he had a simple artificial intelligence of his own, and just started learning, thinking that as long as he studied these computer language-related books carefully, he could be a hacker, and maybe he could make an artificial intelligence of his own, but unfortunately the lack of reality slapped him in the face, it turned out that he had no talent for learning computer language, and the more he saw the back, the more desperate he became, he didn't learn this talent at all, Moreover, running an artificial intelligence requires a high computer configuration, and it is difficult to run this laptop now.

And at this time, Yang Qing felt that he had not had such a good time, and he was really lucky, he got the ability to be similar to divine consciousness, the ability to create things, and the ability to make matter disappear, and then he found a super memory and learning ability, he was ready to learn this computer voice and programming during this time, in order to make up for his regrets, and at the same time, he also wanted to understand what the dark web looks like in real life, what is there on the dark web, and at the same time he also wants to create an artificial intelligence of his own, not for anything else, just because it's cool, And he is not short of money now, and it is not a problem to get a computer with a better configuration, so he can't go to the store to have a look and copy one.

After studying for a while, Yang Qing couldn't help but feel mentally exhausted, looked at the time, it was 10 o'clock in the evening, put down the book, and was just about to stand up, when it suddenly went dark in front of him, and his legs were weak and he sat back on the gaming chair.

"Alas! It seems that today is in a hurry. Yang Qing sighed, he was so excited about his experimental ability and reading books that he didn't even eat today, and he was not surprised by this situation.

Because he had sickle red blood cell genetic disease when he was a child, his parents didn't know what to do, Yang Qing was frail and sickly when he was a child, and his skeleton was small, but Yang's father and Yang mother did not abandon Yang Qing, and he has been taking good care of Yang Qing since he was a child, and has been listening to the hospital's advice to Yang Qing to plan his diet reasonably, and Yang Qing did not die early.

At that time, the family's economy was not good, so they could only work around to seek medical treatment, but there was no cure for Yang Qing's disease, and then Yang's father and Yang's mother heard that there was an old Chinese medicine doctor in his hometown, who had been treating the people in Yinglong Village, and they were all cured, seeing that his son's face was getting paler, but he still endured the pain caused by the disease like a little adult and barely smiled at himself.

Took his son to the old Chinese medicine doctor, the old Chinese medicine doctor looked at Yang Qing's situation, and sighed: "Actually, I don't want to lie to you, I heard my teacher talk about this situation, there is a home remedy for treatment, I know that many people don't believe in home remedies, and I don't want to harm your well-behaved son, but it's not a matter if it goes on like this, it's better for you to try it than no way, I can guarantee that this home remedy is not harmful, the medicinal properties are a mild tonic, look at your son, do you hope he will endure it like this?" ”

Father Yang also agreed to the gods, but when he wanted to give money to the old Chinese medicine doctor, the old Chinese medicine doctor resolutely refused to accept it, but Yang Father Ren was helping the old Chinese medicine doctor to do things during the treatment period, and the days passed like this, Yang Qing was also lucky, I don't know if the medicine was good, or the body recovered naturally, Yang Qing's face became more and more ruddy, more and more beautiful and cute, Yang's father and Yang's mother watched their son's physical condition getting better and better, and they were very happy every day, but after half a month, the old Chinese medicine doctor died of a sudden illness, and the kind Yang father and Yang mother directly held a funeral for the old Chinese medicine doctor, And Yang Qing only remembered that he was saved by an old Chinese medicine doctor surnamed Wang, although his genetic disease was almost cured, but it may not be completely cured, often anemic, Yang Qing still can't do strenuous exercise, and he will be dizzy when he sits.

Yang Qing sat on the chair and slowed down for a while, finally relieved, came to the dining table, scanned the Master Kong beef noodles on the table with his divine sense, copied one copy, opened one of them, began to soak the noodles, put in the two ham sausages by the way, waited for about five minutes, put in the seasoning, stirred and stirred to eat, and cleaned up the table after eating.

Then I came to the bedroom, walked to the cabinet, pushed the secret cabinet back one by one, picked out one of the many pajamas, took it and walked to the bathroom.

The fog in the bathroom is getting thicker and thicker, and the author's eyes are blurred, and standing outside the bathroom glass, looking at the slender figure, the author is greatly lost in thought.