Seeing that his roommate was in a state of melancholy, Yuwen Xiuce didn't open his mouth, just stood aside and smiled faintly, at first glance, he seemed to be a little heartless, but the corners of his mouth curled up and ...... Not-so-silver eyes, ahem, slightly meaningful eyes...... also slightly reveals the true thoughts in his heart. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Because you can chat with the author at the same time...... Well, because of the deep brotherhood, he naturally knows what Bingmiao thinks and feels at this time, but whether some things will be experienced or not, in fact, has nothing to do with personal wishes, and belongs to the only way on the journey of life - do you want to not without? Do you think you're Pixiu......

Examples though vulgar...... But the truth, uh, well, the truth is not very standard, but people don't always live in a glass bubble, and the umbrella of life...... It won't be there forever.

Yuwen Xiuce walked over and patted Bingmiao, calling him back from his endless emotion.

"If you just think about it, it doesn't matter, there's no need to worry. There is still time, and ...... And me. ”

As soon as she heard this, Bing Miao subconsciously touched the chair under her ass - hysteria was committed again, and she quickly knocked out and tied it up and poured medicine.

However, what Yuwen Xiuce said was ...... It does mean a lot.

Bing Miao looked at Xiu Ce very suspiciously-this guy seems to be depressed lately, and he has talked a lot......

"What are you doing?" Bingmiao rolled her eyes very shamelessly, "The author asked you to run out and sensationalize?" ”

Yuwen Xiuce: "......"

"He's finally determined to kill you? So...... Why don't you hurry up and arrange the aftermath? Bingmiao didn't like this kind of atmosphere, and she also hated someone's tone as if she was lonely, so she replied...... The tone is inevitably a little intense.

Those who are close to Zhu are red and those who are close to ink are black, and after tossing with Yuwen Xiuce for all these years, Bing Miao's mental growth is not very obvious - under the influence of someone, at least there is no obvious change in willfulness, but the skill of complaining is a thousand miles away.

"When the virtual device is on sale......" Bing Miao paused, and what Yuwen Xiuce had just said suddenly came to mind-when it really comes, will it be early or late?

Shaking her head slightly, Bing Miao adjusted her mood, "At that time, even if your specially customized helmet is particularly effective, the mass production should not be much worse than this, right?" At least not in the virtual state of movement, there is a sense of stagnation and obscurity. ”

If any game wants to complete realistic reality, the movement simulation of the module is crucial. For example, if the player character's movement modules are too heavy and there are even some restricted movement spots, the experience will feel like a real-life patient with hidden diseases in some parts of the body......

For players, spending a lot of money to experience the life of a disabled person is better than playing the keyboard honestly, and the arms and legs are all in the ...... And for the Empire, the real effect of the hugely expensive high-tech is to let people deeply experience the suffering of the disadvantaged, it can only be said that ...... The empire's determination to grasp the building of spiritual civilization is indeed very great.

"Rest assured, this will never happen. Even from a purely competitive point of view, I can't allow my opponents to be a bunch of disabled people. Seeing that Bingmiao diverted the topic, Yuwen Xiuce knew that he was deliberately avoiding certain things, and he didn't want to force him, so he simply replied, then put on his helmet again, entered the game map, and prepared to solve the puzzle.

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Imperial Central Building, Office of the Chief, No. 1.

Shi Ang III sat in a comfortable office chair, his body slightly sunk against the back of the chair, the three fingers of his right hand supported on the side of his face, and his left hand hung down relaxedly, the cigarette between his fingertips burning silently.

At the starting position, the secretary is holding the sorted materials and reporting to the work. He sat only in the front third of the chair, and his straight, leaning forward upper body made him look both serious and a little nervous.

From the moment he entered the door, the chief had maintained this position. The expression on his face was more nervous than the chief's seemingly tired appearance—drooping eyelids, furrowed brows, and a face that never lifted.

Even though he knew all this, it was not because of the content of his report that the chief did not like, but as the only veteran member of Shi Ang III's secretary team, he still showed great humility. One thing he remembered very well was that this gentleman-like man, who was seen as gentle and kind in the public impression, was not as approachable as he usually appeared.

The secretary quietly loosened his tie. It wasn't actually tightly tied, but the oppressive atmosphere still made it hard for him to breathe.

"Last Quarter's Survey Shows ......"

A clear, soft sound, like a piece of music, flows slowly and elegantly through the room. And Shi Ang III did not have the slightest interest in appreciation.

From the very beginning, his thoughts did not stay on the content of the secretary's report to him, not even for a moment.

Obviously, there are more important things for him to think about than these trivial daily routines.

The inspection of the Special Industries Department of Factory 903 was a terrible experience. When the relevant scientific researchers faced him, the trembling voice and powerless expression were still reproduced in his mind.

"Up to now, under the correct guidance of the leadership, the comrades have worked hard day and night on the front line of scientific research, and finally broke through the scientific and technological barriers of the federal monopoly for decades, and the technology has become mature in the reading and collection of electronic signals and biological signals. Next, all the scientific researchers of the Special Industry Department of the 903 Factory will work together to push this technology to a higher level -- to achieve the effective transmission of all kinds of information as much as possible. ”

...... If you can't conduct it, the light collection information is useless!

Thinking of the old man's face when he spoke, Shi Ang III could not contain the anger in his heart.

Waste, pure waste!

What is united to fight on the front line of scientific research, what reading and collection technology has become mature, and the technology is still trying to get it back by itself, and when it is taken, it is already a finished product, and it only needs to be converted according to the equipment model on the empire's side. That's all there is to it...... How many years have you been busy? I don't have time to do greening! Lao Tzu lived so long...... I've never seen a tree planted in a bomb shelter, so you don't have the money to buy an air filter?!

ps:Students who thought they would write about food in this chapter.,I'm sorry to disappoint you...... I was just hungry. (To be continued.) )