Emperor: You're inflated

Little bastard: It's been very inflated!

Emperor: When are we going to have a friendly exchange at the school's martial arts gym?

Little bastard: Yes, you don't have to be on the identity like us in person, you have one person, I have one person, and the loser will call the winner Dad

Emperor: You're so shameless that you've made me gain insight again

Little bastard: It's easy to say

It seems that Jiang Yi has completely given up struggling in front of Jun Ci.

It's all starting to be shameless.

When Jun Ci and Jiang Yi were arguing, Mo Chaoyang, who was chatting with her at the same time, came here.

He was in the club at this time, and Fu Ziyan and Han Quan were busy next to him.

The three of them are manipulating the NPCs making artificial intelligence in front of the computer inside, and the students outside are making the game scenery.

When Fan Ming pushed open the door of the club, he was stunned when he saw the lively atmosphere in the club.

He's just out on his graduation and hasn't been back for a few months, and their club is so popular now?

"Hello, classmate, who are you looking for?"

One of the girls looked up, and it was obvious that he was a strange face, so she asked.

The others also raised their heads and looked curiously, and a girl tentatively spoke for a long time: "President?" ”

The information of the members and cadres of the club will be hung outside, but the virtual club is deserted, and who usually pays attention to the photos of the cadre members in the club.

But there are always people who have a good memory, and now when they see Fan Ming, they immediately react.

Fan Ming nodded, didn't say anything, just asked, "What about the vice president?" ”

He is a senior in his senior year, and his own family is not bad, he has already developed a mature temperament, and his appearance is also very mature, and he has a blazer on his arm.

It's like a business elite who came down from a high-end banquet.

Not like a student.

"Inside."

The girl pointed to the room inside, and there was still some awe of this president.

When Fan Ming heard this, he walked towards the cubicle inside.

As soon as he entered, pushed open the door, Fan Ming heard Fu Ziyan's babbling voice: "Lan Lan, Lan Lan, export the melancholy expression data I told you yesterday." ”

Then a soft-voiced girl's voice said, "To whom?" Night Abyss? ”

Abruptly, there was a domineering and ruthless male voice: "What kind of is melancholy, the deity doesn't need it!" ”

Fan Ming didn't see anyone, but the sudden sound of talking startled him.

When Mo Chaoyang saw Fan Ming, he immediately stood up with a look of surprise and shouted respectfully: "Senior, are you back?" ”

Fan Ming nodded, and his stiff eyebrows froze slightly after looking at the environment in the room: "What you told me on the phone before, is it true?" ”

Mo Chaoyang didn't say much on the phone, just talked about the data problem of artificial intelligence, and didn't say anything like mobile games, and asked Fan Ming to come back and tell him.

Fan Ming himself is engaged in artificial intelligence, of course, it is a little unbelievable, he originally came back to the school to do something by the way, and he happened to do this.

"Of course it's true."

Mo Chaoyang was very happy to see Fan Ming, and he himself admired Fan Ming very much, because of Fan Ming's achievements in this regard.

He stepped forward to grab Fan Ming and said, Fu Ziyan pulled Mo Chaoyang's sleeve, a little worried: "Have you got Jun Ci's consent?" ”

After all, you can't tell anyone about this when you say it.