That's a bad number.

Yota ended up spending 45 yuan on tonight's dinner.

After turning around, snapped his fingers.

A string of numbers shaped like a worm appeared in his eyes.

The boss pinched his iron chin with a strange look.

"Hell, how could I be soft-hearted."

Yota walked in the direction of home, mentally calculating the energy consumed by the worm just now.

"A piece of food and half a piece of cabbage provides 400 joules (replaced by J later), and the brain counts a worm virus needs to consume 100J of calories in the brain, which means that I bought 200J of energy for 22.5 yuan, and the 30 yuan I saved is only the same when converted into energy."

"Alas, this trade doesn't make much money."

To put it bluntly, it takes brain power to calculate worms, and this brain power can be converted into calories lost by the body.

In fact, he is fully capable of mentally calculating a worm that completely tampers with the iron jaw of the boss, and then buys it for zero yuan.

But after all, don't set up a stall on the street, and earn hard-earned money.

It's not easy.

The so-called poor hanging, pity the poor hanging, this is the truth.

Thinking of my previous life, my widescreen computer as a programming ape collected all kinds of source code, Trojan horses, viruses, strong and weak passwords, programming languages...

After crossing here, all of these things were stuffed into the chip at the back of the head.

As long as you do the math with your brain, you can use it.

With the flip of his gaze, he can release it on any object that has a radio signal.

And it can also be quickly retracted, and the mind is changed freely.

Because the language and code of the code is completely different from this world, it is a trial and error.

"Why don't you try it tomorrow at Mitsui Bank?"

Yang Tai thought of the passion, and the saliva secretion at the corner of his mouth became more vigorous.

As a stable patient, he is a terminally ill patient who has been severely derailed from his physical performance.

I quickly dispelled the idea just now.

Banks are not roadside stalls.

Not to mention that the oligarchs who monopolize the global economy control the security forces are equivalent to small armies.

Just those ubiquitous Internet geeks hiding in the shadows, none of them are vegetarians.

But I've never heard of a geek robbing money from Mitsui Bank.

With his YY ability, let's entertain myself.

"Forget it, go home and surf the Internet."

He was clutching a plastic lunch box in his hand, his eyes glancing around.

The roads beneath your feet are full of potholes, garbage, and stinking water.

The never-extinguishing neon lights adorn it, but there is something intoxicating.

"Ugh."

He saw a half-metal, half-flesh homeless man dressed in a black, sour fur coat and full of heavy metal punk style.

He's an urban scavenger, and the chip on the back of his head has been completely ripped off.

He is a pariah who is more miserable than a rat.

Yota knew that he must have violated the 'roaming law' and was deprived of roaming rights.

In other words, if he can't roam the Internet, he is unemployed, and if he is alive, he is waiting to die, starving to death.

He broke half of the food in his hand and put it in front of him.

"Eat."

"Thank you, thank you." The homeless man kowtows to Yota's back.

He didn't eat it himself, but carefully took out a dirty little doll from his fur coat and handed it to his little hand.

The little doll was also hungry for a long time, so she picked it up and ate it and started to eat it.

"Daddy, it's delicious... Woo... It's delicious..."

The corners of the homeless man's mouth are dry and cracked, but there is a bright luster in his eyes, which is love.

But under the colorful neon lights, it looks insignificant.

……

Yota turned and walked towards his nest.

A small boxy room made up of discarded cardboard, plastic, and partially metal human limbs.

These are all materials that he and his sister picked up from the garbage dump.

Pushing open the door, there was only a bed, two benches, a mirror, a pot stove, and two sets of dishes and chopsticks.

He and his sister were so poor that they couldn't even afford a warm mattress.

Don't have a urinal?

When you open the door, the whole world is your toilet.

But even so, there is still a charge for the floor of this small room of less than 20 square meters.

He calculated, this street corner was unlucky in the center of the territory of the Bull Ghost Gang and the Snake God Gang, each occupying ten square meters on one side.

In other words, he has to pay two 'land royalties' every month.

NND, you have to pay for sleeping on the main road, what the world.

Odanaka Councilor of the Kyoto government is an ornament, and every street here is like this.

The dog gangs, who were allowed to be freed by the monopoly oligarchy, became an underground security force.

Maybe the fattest one among them is Odanaka.

Yota thought hatefully.

"Don't think about buying a house for the time being, don't eat or drink, and can't afford to buy a toilet for the rest of your life, so let's still think about pooling money to change the road to sleep."

At the very least, the royalty for this land must be halved.

As long as he moves one meter to the left, he will be able to realize his dream.

He carried a stool, sat on the edge of the bed, and looked at the girl lying on the bed.

He and she are not siblings, just orphans who travel together in the vast sea of people.

This year, he is fifteen years old.

And she, sixteen years old.

So she's the older sister and he's the younger brother.

They depended on each other for many years.

The girl was delicate, with long lilac hair and a malnourished pale complexion, and lay peacefully on the bed at this time.

Like him, the girl does not have any plastic or metal embedded prosthetic limbs on her body, and is a pure natural flesh and blood body.

But the girl was much thinner than him, her body was as thin as a piece of paper, and she wore a torn jacket full of patches.

"Sister Saori."

Yota called her name softly, thinking that she must earn enough money to make up for her sister's body.

Maybe it was the voice of Yota who heard it.

Saori opened her eyes, and a pair of amber eyes turned to him.

The corners of his cheekbones smiled slightly: "Yota, are you back?" ”

"Well, I bought dinner."

"You must be hungry, my sister is here to cook, you can take a rest."

Saori got up from the bed as she spoke, her legs trembling slightly.

Yota hurriedly helped her.

Saori leaned on Yota's arms, and was surprised to find that her younger brother had grown taller again.

"Sister, what's wrong with you?"

Saori's cheeks flushed slightly, and she smiled: "I've just been lying down for a little longer, and my calves are a little sore." ”

Yota hurriedly helped her sit down, then reached out and pinched her calf.

Saori squinted slightly, she was used to Yota's hands and feet, and although he couldn't handle the strength, she could feel the temperature of his palm.

"Is it still sour?" Yota asked with concern.

Saori hurriedly got up and stomped her feet lightly, indicating that her legs and feet were not sore or numb.

"You take a break, I'll cook."

As he spoke, his eyes were aimed at what Yota had bought, and the round cabbage was too tempting.

Where did he get the money to buy this thing?

turned around to ask what was going on, but found that Yota was already lying on the bed.

Yota doesn't want to waste time, and he also likes to lie down and surf the Internet, which is conducive to protecting his bone development.

Yes, the lower human beings live like rats in this world, eager to drill deeper into the black hole, and the only thing left to be able to move up is to grow tall.