C Language Cultivation

Fasten the seat belt, Lin Xun looked to Dongjun.

To his surprise, the male **** pulled the handbrake by hand and then held the steering wheel.

The car started and drove out of the parking area. His driving movement was calm and smooth.

-This is a manually driven car. This is not something that should appear in this era.

Three years ago, autonomous driving programs were popularized, and all cars were forced to be loaded with autonomous driving systems.

The maturity of 5g network technology makes instant response a reality, global networking, and every car is under system control. Only need to set the destination, all work is done by the automatic driving system.

Sophisticated procedures are like a perfectly functioning machine with all the routes and speeds of all vehicles-in three years, no car accident has happened.

The operator of this huge autonomous driving system is Galaxy.

However, at this moment, Lin Xun saw that the CEO of Galaxy-he did not use the automatic driving program, but completely manual operation.

Dong Jun probably noticed his gaze, his voice was very soft, said: "Nostalgia."

Lin Xun: "Rarely."

Bentley merged into the traffic flow on the road, Dongjun drove very steady, and it was no different from autonomous driving.

If it is autonomous driving, Lin Xun will continue to ask questions, but now-the male **** wants to drive, he naturally feels embarrassed and then asks.

Lin Xun was silent for a while, not knowing what to say.

He looked at Dongjun, a near-perfect silhouette.

He focused his attention on him and tried to see.

No interface, nothing.

Since the mysterious space appeared yesterday, he can see the blank program input interface when he looks at the stray cat on the road.

——Except Dongjun.

Dongjun seems to be the only normal person in the world.

After confirming this, Lin Xun turned his head to look at the street view next to it.

At night, the city was brilliantly lit, the halo scattered into the sky, and no stars were visible.

Dongjun opened the music, soothing and beautiful tone, like the summer night.

It was half past eight at night, and the car drove into the old city, close to Lin Xun's address.

The street lights were dim, and the light was seeping through the gap between the leaves of the Fatong tree. When he was about to reach his destination, Lin Xun heard Dong Jun said lightly: "lions made an amazing result. This afternoon, the person in charge told me that they Aspire to the champion of the science and technology expo."

Lin Xun: "?"

Dongjun thinks the results of Lions are amazing.

Do you want me to start sour now?

He said: "Luo Shen also signed up for the expo."

"I know." The car turned a corner and drove into the community gate: "I wish you all the best."

Lin Xun looked at the street scene next to him, bit his lower lip, and asked Dongjun: "Then... how do you evaluate Luoshen?"

For about thirty seconds, Dongjun did not speak.

Lin Xun was a little uneasy. Thinking about the evaluation that Lions got, he felt that his species gradually changed.

At the end of the music, there was silence, Dongjun said: "Emotionally, I am on your side."

Suddenly stunned, Lin Xun raised his head and happened to meet Dongjun's eyes.

He: "Intellectually?"

Dongjun ticked his lips: "Look at your performance."

Lin Xun thought that he would understand that he was a male **** and that he was encouraging himself.

He felt that he should express his feelings to Dongjun at this moment, saying something like "I have always admired you and I am honored to meet you in reality" A little counseling, just don't talk about it.

The car drove slowly downstairs, stopped, and the door opened automatically.

Lin Xun: "Thank you for sending me."

"You're welcome." Dongjun said: "Pay attention to rest, good night."

"You also pay attention to rest." Lin Xun got out of the car and hesitated a moment, then said: "...bye."

In the soft interior lights, Dongjun's expression seemed...to become gentle: "Goodbye."

Lin Xun turned upstairs, and Yu Guang noticed that the male god's car didn't seem to leave.

He went upstairs and returned to the room.

Wang Jianjian and Zhao Jianjie are arranging games. He walked straight through the living room and walked into his room.

Without turning on the light, he stood at the window and looked down.

Dongjun’s car hadn’t left yet—after a while, Lin Xun thought it was a long time, at least a cigarette, and the highly recognizable black Bentley slowly started the engine and turned on the lights. U-turned towards the direction when it came, and finally disappeared into the boundless night.

He couldn't tell how he felt and felt very unreal.

After returning to the living room, Wang Jianjian and Zhao Jianke warmly welcomed him and were satisfied with his achievements.

"It's much easier to have a server. Tomorrow we'll start hiring programmers." Wang Safety stretched out: "We'll go to bed early tonight!"

Lin Xun sat on the sofa and squinted his eyes: "Dongjun said that Lions made an'amazing result'. Can you imagine that Dongjun called it'Amazing'."

"Speaking of this, I checked their information today," Wang Safety opened his computer and brought up a document: "The resumes of their core members, especially this one, their boss Chen Xi-who is also a god-level person Now, look at his papers and projects."

Zhao Jianzhi began to appreciate it, but Lin Xun did not read it: "I know his papers and projects."

Wang Jingdao said: "He is still an acm champion, this is okay, we also took it in college. But this-once the gold medal of ioi, it takes some talent."

"Ioi?" Lin Xun: "I haven't taken it. I'm an imo gold medal."

Zhao Jianzhuo patted Wang Jianjing's shoulder from the back: "I'm sorry, my middle school is ioi gold medal, something happened a few years ago."

Wang Safety: "..."

He: "Just a monk halfway through me?"

"But you also have extraordinary talents," Zhao Jianjie smoothed his hair: "especially on the database of hacking others."

Wang Safety: "I didn't steal the data, it's not black. Look at the data... can it be called black?"

Lin Xun looked at the picture of Chen Xi on the computer screen-this man is 29 years old this year. He looks very upright and stands in front of a museum with a smile on his face.

Lin Xun closed the computer.

He: "I don't think I'm worse than him."

"It's one month away from the pre-selection." Zhao Jianji: "Besides perfecting Luoshen, what else can we do? Ask what they are doing?"

"We can curse his baldness." Lin Xun got up to wash.

He looked at himself in the mirror of the sink.

-Anyway, there is no gene for baldness in his family.

He also cultivates immortals.

Xiuxian.

Thinking of this, he was a little bit big.

After washing his face, he returned to his room and took out his phone.

-An unread message.

It was actually Huo Lao's hair.

——It's still a group invitation.

Lin Xun fixed his eyes and saw that the group name was awesome, "the family loves each other", and the head is a sunflower.

He thought, was this recognized by Grandpa Huo as a family member?

He entered and found that this was obviously not a family group because it had 1,200 people.

As he entered, there was a message at the bottom.

Qingcheng-Xiaoyaozi: Is it a new Taoist friend?

Ge Ling-Dan Yangjun: Which Daoyou accepted the new apprentice?

Nanzhao-Mrs. Butterfly: Which child are you from? @一个快快乐柠檬精

Qingcheng-Yanxiazi: Qingcheng Mountain has no new disciples recently. @一快快乐的精精 Why not talk?

A merry lemon essence: ...Hello.

Nanzhao-Mrs. Butterfly: Is the kid really lemon essence? This thing is not easy to become fine, rare.

A merry lemon essence: I am human.

Lin Xun immediately revised the note, first to "... Lin algorithm".

——On social networks, using the real name always feels a little awkward, but the word “algorithm” is too inconsistent with this group. He thought about it for a while, and finally deleted the word “Fa” to become “Lin Suan”.

As soon as it was changed, it was again Aite.

Promise-True Master Qingshan: @林算, Tuer, enter the group to change the note, hang the house number.

True King Qingshan, this Lin Xun knows.

When Mr. Huo came to collect the rent this morning, he claimed to be the true king of Qingshan Huo Qingshan.

He went to self-hanging house number again, and became "Promise-Lin Suan".

Facing this name, Lin Xun didn't know what to say.

Nanzhao-Mrs. Butterfly: It turned out to be a child of the Promise Sect, but unfortunately, it was in the Central Plains, so I couldn't easily see it.

Nanhai-Gushan Sword: On the Dao grand meeting is about to open, won't your wife come? @南诏- Madam Butterfly

Nanzhao-Madam Butterfly: It depends, hehe.

——A classic shy expression of soybeans is also attached.

Qingcheng-Xiaoyaozi: @无极-青山真君 Congratulations to Qingshan brothers love lovers! applaud

Nanhai-Gushan Sword: @无极-青山真君 Congratulations to Qingshan brothers loved lovers! applaud

Then Lin Xun watched them copy.

It took a long time to brush the screen, and this was considered a break.

Promise-True King Aoyama: Same joy, same joy, will visit the disciples later. @无极-林算徒儿 Let's meet your seniors here first.

Lin Xun's fingers were a little stiff and he typed words.

Promise-Lin Suan: Meet your predecessors.

Nanzhao-Mrs. Butterfly: smiling really well

Then they copied it again.

Lin Xun was in a trance before his eyes, feeling that he was dreaming.

What is this simple and magical scene?

A message pops up in the upper left corner of the screen. He cut out and saw a long list of friend applications, all of which showed that they were from a group of "family love each other."

He passed in turn, seeing a large list of "xx son", "xx true monarch", "xx guest", "xx fairy" in his conversation list, feeling that he lived in a dream, not in the 21st century .

At this moment, a mechanical sound sounded in his brain.

"The spur mission is activated, the mission name: visit the mountain gate. The mission goal: get the approval of more than three elder gate elders. Mission reward: chaotic treasure chest x1, spiritual power 5. Mission progress: 03."

Lin Xun pondered for a long time, opened the expression bar, took a deep breath, his fingertips shifted in the expression of the soy bean full of time.