C Language Cultivation

Dongjun's cat is called a pointer.

My own WeChat name is a happy pointer.

Take your WeChat name into the eyes of the male god, how does the male **** think?

Lin Xun: "..."

He may not be a person in the eyes of the male god, this pointer will never be happy again.

Lin Xun: "What a coincidence."

Male Shinto: "Maybe you are destined." ·

As soon as his voice fell, the white cat stretched his front paw towards Lin Xun, as if he wanted to get enough of his clothes.

——A beautiful cat's claw, the meat pad is very pink and crystal clear.

Lin Xun held its claws.

——It also stretched the other claw towards Lin Xun.

Dongjun: "It thinks of you."

"Eh?" Lin Xun approached Dongjun.

Half of the pointer stretched towards him.

Dong Jun gave it to Lin Xun and Lin Xun caught it. His hand rubbed Dong Jun's forearm under a thin layer of shirt with a fleeting temperature. The temperature from the cat quickly replaced it, but Lin Xun slightly purged his lips slightly unnaturally.

This cat is not fat, has a very suitable figure, looks noble and glamorous, but when held in his arms, he is unexpectedly very good.

Lin Xun touched its hair and felt the joy of having a cat.

After five minutes in his arms, the cat began to struggle gently, Lin Xun put it on the ground, and he jumped lightly onto the sofa.

Dongjun Road: "Sit for a while?"

Lin Xun: "Okay."

Today's day is not good, it is gray. But the light control system in the room was perfect, and the living room was warm.

Lin Xun looked here.

Very simple and transparent style, mainly black and white, few decorations, glass curtain wall separates the stairs and other rooms.

Of course, the room is very large. From the outside, there should be three floors. In addition to the main body of the villa, there are small buildings like garages on the two wings.

An intelligent robot slipped silently. Its chassis was a wheel, and the whole was like a white low cabinet with a long head.

Dongjun opened the cabinet door: "I don't think you like tea."

He handed Lin Xun a glass of ice milk.

Lin Xun: "Really."

There was a hint of coldness on the wall of the cup. As soon as it touched the outside air, a layer of mist formed. Lin Xun held the cup in his hand and felt very comfortable-he didn't like hot things.

The cat scratched the sofa a few times, jumped onto the glass coffee table in front of them again, licked a few paws, and sat down. The sitting position was very elegant, and the ice-blue eyes looked at them.

Dongjun Road: "It's very easy to raise, cat food and other things are ready, you just take it away."

After all, he looked at Lin Xun again: "Actually, you can also keep your pointer at home, but it can't see that your temper will get worse."

Lin Xun listened to Dongjun's description and smiled, reaching for the pointer's head.

Then, he looked around this large and empty room and asked, "Is this you alone?"

Dongjun: "Well."

"I thought..." Lin Xun said: "At least there will be aunts or housekeepers."

Dongjun Road: "Intelligent systems can do it."

Lin Xun: "Yes."

The current intelligent system, coupled with robots, is already very powerful. Especially Dongjun is the founder of Galaxy. There must be many black technologies in his family that are not officially available.

He thought about a scene.

At nine o'clock in the evening, Dongjun came back from the Milky Way-he walked across the courtyard to the room, and the lights in the room turned on automatically. Finally, he came to a room on the third floor. The glass-framed room reflected the night outside, which was very mysterious-and then the male **** began programming tonight.

This scene is very nice to think of, and it is in line with the temperament of the male god.

Dongjun: "What are you thinking?"

Lin Xun came back to God and thought he was distracted just now, a little embarrassed.

He said, "I'm thinking, what will you do during off hours."

Dongjun: "In fact, it is not much different from working hours."

Lin Xun: ..."I think so."

Dongjun: "How about new recruits?"

"Very good," Lin Xun: "Much higher than me."

Dongjun laughed.

Lin Xun: "I don't know why my programming is so bad."

Dong Jun: "If you put time on practicing programming instead of algorithms, I will feel that you have wasted talent."

Lin Xun: "But I..."

He didn't know what to say for a while, he couldn't always say me lemon.

Just listen to Dongjun Road: "Just concentrate on the design, you can ask me if you can't achieve it."

Lin Xun: "Okay."

They talked about the new progress of the project and the habits of the pointer.

"It doesn't have the habit of stepping on the keyboard, so it shouldn't disturb your work." When Dongjun said this, the pointer just crawled into his arms, and Dongjun holding the cat looked a little softer than usual.

"But at night it will like to sleep in bed," Dong Jun said: "If you don't like it, you can close it in the living room."

Lin Xun: "It doesn't matter."

He didn't hate this little animal originally, and he still wanted to raise it. Of course, he wouldn't refuse to go to bed with a pointer-not to mention, who dares to shut Dongjun's cat into the living room?

Dongjun: "That's good."

The pointer suddenly "meowed".

A pattering rain sounded outside the window.

After a cloudy morning, it finally rained.

Lin Xun looked at the time: "When is your plane?"

"Afternoon." Dongjun said: "You can wait for the rain to stop before you leave."

"I still can't," Lin Xun thought for a while: "I don't know how long it will be...will disturb you."

"Fortunately," Dong Jun said lightly: "There are very few guests here."

Lin Xun: "Then I am honored."

He stayed a little longer, and when he was finally leaving, Dongjun took an umbrella.

Lin Xun's car drove over automatically and bounced off the trunk.

Cat food, snacks, cat litter, and cat bowls do not require much for a cat.

Lin Xun: "Does it need toys?"

Dongjun: "It's quieter, and I prefer to be with people."

Lin Xun picked up the pointer, the cat was not heavy, and his body was very soft.

Dongjun held an umbrella for Lin Xun from behind.

It is a black umbrella, the handle of which is lead gray, and is held by Dongjun, and the edge of the umbrella is gently placed above the roof of the car, so that Lin Xun can send the dry self and pointer into the car without being drenched .

After sitting with the cat in place, Lin Xun fastened his seat belt and pressed the window: "See you in ten days."

"Okay." Dongjun's eyes moved from the pointer on the passenger seat to him, and said, "I will pick up the pointer."

"When are you usually free? I will send you a video."

Dongjun: "Your morning, my evening, or vice versa."

Lin Xun smiled: "Okay, see you then."

Dongjun: "Goodbye."

The pointer tilted his head at the car outside Dongjun: "Meow."

When the window is closed, the autopilot system starts to work and smoothly exits here.

Lin Xun looked back and saw the slowly closed iron gate blurring Dong Jun's figure.

Fifteen minutes later, the car drove out of this area, and Lin Xun seemed to return to the modern city from the mountain.

He looked at the lake view villa area, surrounded by rain and mist, this place was like a dream.

The pointer seemed to finally react to what had happened, and jumped into the back seat three times, meowing anxiously.

Lin Xun took it back and put hair under his hand.

"Good boy," he said to the pointer: "Follow me these days."

The pointer whispered "Meow".

Lin Xun hugged this beautiful white cat—the face of a white short-haired cat is easy to grow strangely shaped, but it is particularly beautiful, especially the ice-blue eyes, which makes the program frame on his body clear.

He looked at the pointer's belly-it was a little male cat.

After reading, he put the cat down.

...

The pointer seemed a little depressed, and he was still in his arms.

Lin Xun holds the cat-the cat Dong Jun once held, feeling that his life has sublimated again, he decided not to worry about his own name with the cat.

The car drove all the way back to the Chaoyang community, but beside the flower bed in the community, Lin Xun saw a person.

-Xiaoxiao.

She was very slender, wearing a black dress, draped her hair and playing with a red umbrella, and seemed to be staring at the rose in the flower bed.

Lin Xun lost a command and the car stopped in front of Xiaoxiao.

"Xiaoxiao?" He said: "What's wrong?"

Xiaoxiao looked back, his expression seemed to be somewhat melancholy and confused, but he quickly woke up and smiled at him: "It's okay, I'll walk out."

Lin Xun looked at the current time: "Are you on leave?"

Xiaoxiao shook her head: "I don't want to go on."

Lin Xun: "What's wrong?"

Xiaoxiao smiled again, her expression shy, but she was very stubborn: "I asked the police aunt that my dad would be sentenced to five years at most. He came out and would still find us. I wanted to make money quickly and take my mother to another place.

Lin Xun: "... well."

He didn't agree with giving up his studies, but in this case, he could understand.

However, for a 15-year-old or a 16-year-old girl, he did not know of any way to gain a foothold in society.

He asked Xiaoxiao: "What are you going to do?"

Xiaoxiao pursed her lips and said, "I can sing... I sing very well and I reported a program online."

Lin Xun: "Have you ever learned to sing?"

Xiaoxiao shook his head, then lowered his eyes, without looking at his eyes: "Maybe it was born."

In an instant, Lin Xun remembered the description of the spur mission received yesterday.

"On a certain night, Xiaoxiao suddenly acquired a special ability."

He said: "Is the program safe?"

Xiaoxiao said: "...I don't know."

"You can send the information to me, and I will help you look at it." Lin Xun looked at her: "Or I will accompany you, and it would be unsafe for you alone."

Xiaoxiao's eyes brightened, she bit her lip and said, "Thank you..."

"It's okay," Lin Xun smiled. "Go back to the room, beware of colds."

Xiaoxiao nodded, said goodbye to him, and went to Area B with his umbrella.

Lin Xun looked at her back and confirmed that her program interface was empty.

The man has been arrested and the magical species on his body have been removed by him. What else will happen to her? ——Even the system specially issued the prompt “task is dangerous, please pay attention to safety”.

——So, for whatever reason, he must follow the show.

After watching Xiaoxiao go back, he returned to his residence.

The pointer met the collective onlookers.

Wang Jianjing lamented Dongjun’s behavior of fostering cats here. He spoke very impersonally. Lin Xun left and right ears out. Quan Dang did not hear it.

This pointer adapts well to the environment. After walking around the room, it sat down on the back of the sofa and looked like an aboriginal than the four of them.

——And this cat's habit is really like Dong Jun said. He doesn't bite the line or step on the keyboard. He is only touched quietly and meows when he is hungry. It is an ideal pet for every programmer.

One day passed quickly at work. When sleeping at night, Lin Xun took his pointer to his room and took another pillow from the cabinet.

The pointer is extremely spiritual, jumped on the pillow, curled up, and probably intended to sleep.

Lin Xun thought about the algorithm for a while before lying on the bed.

The pointer seems to have fallen asleep.

Lin Xun wanted to touch it, but was afraid to wake it up, tangled in place for a minute.

A minute later, he frowned suddenly-obviously in the afternoon.

——Pointer, what about your program box?