C Language Cultivation

He looked at the motionless pointer.

Go to sleep, so shut down?

-This is obviously wrong.

died?

His heart beat and he quickly observed the pointer's belly.

The snow-white belly undulated evenly, and he was asleep before he died.

But why is there no program frame? Are all things related to Dongjun so weird?

He pinched the ear of the pointer: "Pointer?"

The ears of pink hands covered in snow fluff tremble.

Lin Xun went to hold its meat pad again: "Are you all right?"

The pointer slowly opened his eyes.

The clear blue is like the depth of the iceberg at sea.

——It looks like everything is normal, and there is no physical problem.

Lin Xun breathed a sigh of relief, but he felt that the pointer's eyes were unhappy, a little sad, not much like a cat, but rather like a fine.

After the pointer was woken up by him, he closed his eyes and looked at him like that with beautiful eyes.

Lin Xun and his eyes widened for three minutes.

Lin Xun was laughed at: "What do you think I do?"

The pointer “meowed”.

Lin Xun went to fish its tail.

The pointer suddenly stretched out his claws towards him.

Lin Xun didn't move and the pointer's paw fell on the bridge of his nose. White fluffy claws didn't show the tip of their nails, but rubbed him with a meat pad.

Lin Xun smiled, holding his paw.

The pointer cat moved closer to him and put his head on his shoulder, a gesture of nostalgia.

The cat was alive and well, and Lin Xun didn't worry about it anymore. He was now worried that he would sleep on it and press it.

He held the pointer away.

The pointer climbed back,

Hold away again.

Climb back again.

Lin Xun compromised.

"When you are pressed, you call out." Lin Xun warned the pointer, whether it was understood or not.

Pointer: "Meow."

Lin Xun brushed its fur and turned off the lamp to sleep.

He felt that he should not be too honest when he slept. When he fell asleep, he was in one position and woke up to find another position.

However, when he woke up today, he still maintained his original posture-lying on the side facing the pointer, and the pointer was curled on his chest and whispered.

——A kitten is hard to sleep for so long.

Lin Xun looked again and found that there is a blank program frame on the pointer.

There is no program frame on Dongjun.

Dongjun's cat sometimes has no program frame.

It seems that as soon as the matter involved Dongjun, Lin Xun narrowed his eyes, opened the mobile phone memo, and entered a few words on a memo called "doubtful point".

——However, these strange things do not prevent the fact that Dongjun is a male god.

He woke up and washed his hands, awakened his pointer, and the cat adorned him so close, and finally sat on the sofa, licking his paws gracefully and washing his face.

Lin Xun filmed it and sent it to Dongjun.

A happy pointer: [Video]

A happy pointer: have you got off the plane?

After sending it out, he found that his title to Dongjun fluctuated between "you" and "you", and there was often confusion.

——No matter, the male **** seems to have a good temper anyway, he should not care about these problems.

After about five minutes, Dong Jun sent a reply.

Dongjun: It's in the hotel, and work will start tomorrow.

A happy pointer: Then you pay attention to rest ^^

Dongjun: All right.

A happy pointer: the pointer is not uncomfortable, how much cat food does it eat a day?

Dongjun: It's random, just fill it up, it will eat it by itself.

A happy pointer: What about snacks?

Dongjun: I am used to feeding at night.

A happy pointer: OK.

...Then the male **** did not reply.

Just when Lin Xun thought that today’s dialogue was complete and ended, the screen lighted up.

Dongjun: ^^

Lin Xun couldn't bear the facial expression of the male god, he stopped breathing, closed his hand on the chat interface, and shivered slightly.

Turning off his mobile phone, he snarled the hands of his hands several times and his heartbeat returned to normal.

The innocent pointer looked at him: "Meow."

Lin Xun: "I'm fine, I'm fine."

At the beginning of the programmer's day, it is worth mentioning that Jiang Lian decided to live here-this way, without the transportation time required to commute to get off work, work is much easier.

Lin Xun welcomed the end of Jiang Lian, after coping with the patrol downstairs, he looked up from time to time to look around the security uncle on the fourth floor. He sat around the computer and found that he didn’t do anything important except writing the algorithm.

The opposite to him is the Zhao architecture, which is drowned in the ocean of ppt-this ppt will include the main results of "Luo Shen" and will be displayed at the science and technology expo. Its level determines to a large extent the Luo Shen Can you stand out at the Expo.

The architecture is rash.

Lin Xun is empty.

The empty Lin Xun touched the cat's fur while handwriting some minutiae of some algorithms.

As if to understand his emptiness, the phone lights up and is Xiaoxiao's news.

Xiaoxiao sent him the registration site for the show, and Lin Xun clicked in and found out that this was a draft event initiated by a well-known Internet media platform called "I am a big star".

He didn't understand the specific purpose, he didn't pay attention to this kind of thing-but the process of the program is very clear.

The first is the sea elections for the society. Players or teams participate, or participate individually, to show the talent of singing and dancing. The on-site judges and spectators will score and decide who is eliminated and who will stay.

The remaining players entered the next round of competition, and the nature of the event gradually changed from a sea election to an official variety show broadcast live to the audience. After doing this several times, the last ten people left will officially debut as artists.

——The time of the sea election is three days later. The location of Lin Xun is very familiar. It is the gymnasium of his alma mater.

He gave Xiaoxiao a message: I will go with you, do I need to buy tickets?

Xiaoxiao: No, thank you Brother Pointer.

Three days passed quickly, and Lin Xun took Xiaoxiao out in the early morning of that day.

Xiaoxiao was still wearing that black skirt, and she seemed to be wearing lipstick. As for her makeup, Lin Xun couldn't see it. She just thought the girl was pretty.

The girl took a small black handbag, seemed nervous, and was pulling the zipper nonstop.

Lin Xun: "Don't be nervous."

Xiaoxiao: "...um."

Having no words all the way, after entering the gymnasium, Lin Xun sent Xiaoxiao into the background. No outsiders were allowed in the background, and he sat down at the front of the audience.

The program officially started at 9 am. After the host introduced the rules, it was time for the players to play.

Xiaoxiao was on the fifty-sixth, still far away.

The lights were off, and a beam of light was on the stage.

Two words "Chess Cloud" appeared on the **** screen, and cheers rang out in the field.

——I'm still a fan.

In the cheers, a young man with a guitar leaning on the stage stepped on the stage. This figure Lin Xun was a little familiar.

"Hello everyone, I am Qiyun, from Chengdu, Sichuan, and I always think I am a different person."

Cheers rose again, mixed with "Chess Cloud, you are the best!!!"

"Brother Duck!!!"

Lin Xun: "..."

He recognized who this was.

——Jianxiu's business scope is really extensive.

He silently looked at Qi Yun on the stage, and Qi Yun's eyes were scanning the auditorium with a smile: "Today, I brought a rap for everyone, its name is-

The next second, he met Lin Xun's eyes: "...I fuck."

After being amplified by the microphone, these two words clearly reached the ears of every audience. ...