Girl, there's something wrong with you

At 8 p.m., the housekeeping robot comes to clean the house as usual.

Xing Yunzhi asked her to clean the bathroom three times and even wipe the bathtub ten times. Cheng Jinyang couldn't help but feel guilty, feeling like a sinful human boss exploiting synthetic workers.

"Did she become like this after living with you, or has she been a severe mysophobia patient for a long time?" Wang Wanrou's voice sounded from behind.

"Isn't this a request?" Cheng Jinyang asked cautiously.

Hearing Wang Wanrou's question, he subconsciously felt nervous.

"Nonsense, what do you think?" Wang Wanrou immediately gave a "ha" sneer, making Cheng Jinyang feel as if he had accidentally shown off his lower IQ.

Fortunately, Miss Wang didn't dwell too much on this topic. She continued to wear his T-shirt as pajamas and read on the bed with a book.

Cheng Jinyang glanced at it. The title of the book was "The Crowd: How to Effectively Communicate with People at the Bottom with Low Cognition".

What kind of weird book is this?

"By the way, I actually have a sleeping bag here..." Cheng Jinyang couldn't help but remind her when he saw that she was leaning on another of his pillows and seemed to have no intention of sharing the bed with him.

"Oh." Miss Wang didn't even raise her head.

"Don't you need it?" Cheng Jinyang asked again.

Wang Wanrou raised her head in surprise, revealing her unique standard fake smile that seemed elegant but actually cold:

"Why, do you feel wronged by sharing the same bed with me? That's right, after all, my beauty puts too much pressure on you..."

"I have no pressure at all, okay!" Cheng Jinyang suddenly became angry. It's just a matter of sleep. How can I, a grown man, be more incapable of letting go than you, an underage girl?

"She was not sure about the distance needed to fall asleep, so she chose to sleep next to you to close the distance as much as possible." Xing Yunzhi, who sent away the housekeeping robot, walked into the bedroom and heard the conversation between the two outside. Her expression was obviously unhappy. .

"What if that's not the case?" Wang Wanrou sneered, "Could it be possible that I would still have plans for a child of a mere fifth-grade family?"

These words were so heartbreaking that Cheng Jinyang immediately felt like he was turning gray.

"It's best not to." Xing Yunzhi said coldly.

So Cheng Jinyang immediately regained his spirits: My girl Ah Zhi is still the best to me! !

It is now 20:47 in the evening, not yet 9 o'clock, and everyone is not very sleepy.

Xing Yunzhi was sitting on the small bed next to her, browsing Weibo (the Weibo product in this world is called "Shishuoxinyu", and the word limit for posting is 150 words, which is actually more than enough).

Cheng Jinyang searched for posts related to himself in the Cheng family forum in the capital city, and found that everyone in the family seemed to have forgotten him.

Ah, this is probably the so-called social death.

Wang Wanrou lay next to him without any intention of avoiding suspicion (after all, the double bed can accommodate two people lying side by side), continued to read her paper book, and occasionally picked up the pen on the bedside table to underline, mark, and take notes.

Cheng Jinyang took a look and found that her notes were marked as "bullshit", "a bunch of nonsense", "a waste of time", "the author should reincarnate and rebuild his IQ" and so on.

"If a book has no value to you, why do you still read it?" He couldn't help but ask, "Shouldn't you give up earlier?"

"I just want to know how stupid the author can be." Wang Wanrou said calmly, "After all, with my IQ level, it is too difficult to understand the thinking patterns of these mortals."

She put the book on the bedside table and was bored for a while, then she leaned over to see what Cheng Jinyang was reading.

"Family forum." Cheng Jinyang felt a little embarrassed after being approached by her, so he showed her the screen of his phone.

"Show me?" Wang Wanrou took his mobile phone, "If you're afraid of the stamp of thought, you don't have to answer, just acquiesce in the future."

After reading a few posts on the Cheng family forum, she showed Miss Wang's signature disdainful smile:

"The thinking of an insect. Visiting this kind of rubbish family forum will only solidify your narrow cognition and turn you into a stupid ordinary person."

Cheng Jinyang:………………

When she said this about the Cheng family in the divine capital, she didn't know whether to feel relieved or sad for a moment.

"Hey." Xing Yunzhi snorted from the side with an unhappy expression.

As a member of the Xing family in Hejian, who is also a fifth-grade family, Wang Wanrou's condescending and contemptuous attitude towards the Cheng family made her feel very disgusted and resentful - it is estimated that the attitude of the fifth-grade women towards the Xing family is similar.

"Speaking of which, is it okay for you to stay up all night?" Cheng Jinyang suddenly asked out of curiosity.

"Why don't you ask your fiancée?" Wang Wanrou said without looking up while still playing with his mobile phone.

"I live in my fiancé's house, what's the problem?" Xing Yunzhi said coldly.

Cheng Jinyang really wanted to say that this is a serious problem, okay? Unmarried couples are fundamentally different from married couples, okay?

Of course, since Ah Zhi didn't bother to explain too much, he wasn't stupid enough to get to the bottom of it and bring trouble on himself.

"Hey, what are you doing?" He suddenly noticed that Wang Wanrou was still tapping the screen... Even if she was searching for posts and typing, it took too long.

"I took one ten thousandth of my precious time to point out some idiots in your family." Wang Wanrou returned the phone to him.

"What the fuck!" Cheng Jinyang suddenly jumped up from the bed.

He then remembered that his own account was still on the family forum. Was Wang Wanrou posting under her own account just now?

I quickly took my phone back and took a look, and sure enough... there were already 239 new replies in the message center, and this number was still rising.

In just a short while, what did this young lady send using my account? Why did it look like the forum was exploding? Could it be that she used my account to post the photos?

Cheng Jinyang clicked on his personal center and saw that a large number of private message replies were still flooding the screen, such as "Don't touch algorithm theory if you don't understand it", "A new civil science is born again", "Just watching your derivation process makes me... I just want to laugh.” His message center was almost filled with countless abuses, scorn and ridicule.

Clicking on the answer record again, it took about a few minutes for Cheng Jinyang to understand the ins and outs:

It turned out that it was two Cheng's children who were discussing algorithms at first, and the object of discussion was the "flying ball" he used on the training ground today.

There was a little dispute between the two regarding formula calculations. To put it simply, one person thinks that formula A should be used, and the other person thinks that formula B should be used.

For the algorithm itself, both formulas A and B are valid. It’s just that formula A is less complex and easy to calculate; formula B has fewer parameters and can be calculated faster if the calculation power is relatively high.

As a result, the two of them had a heated argument about "which formula is more efficient", causing this post to be posted on the forum for a long time, attracting countless passers-by to participate in the battle. Some supported formula A as "convenient and easy to calculate", while others supported formula B as "quick and fast". quickly.

In fact, which formula to choose depends on personal calculation ability and calculation habits. There is no absolute better solution.

As a result, Wang Wanrou used his account and lightly added a sentence in the post: "Those who support A and B are all idiots. Both formulas are too cumbersome."

Her answer was like a stone that stirred up a thousand waves, scolding both sides who were still fighting. Coupled with the special and sensitive identity of the account owner, she soon became the target of everyone's siege, with a large number of friendly comments. "Send a slave" greetings come and go.

Of course, Wang Wanrou definitely didn't care about this title (it wasn't me who was scolding her anyway), so she ignored all the spam replies, calmly typed a few lines of formulas, and then clicked to reply to the post.

The new formula she replied looks like a suture monster between the two formulas A and B. It is a little less complex than B and has a few fewer parameters than A.

Naturally, there were more scoldings. Supporters of formula A thought it was too difficult to calculate, and supporters of formula B thought it had too many steps. Everyone blasted the formula as worthless and gave Cheng Jinyang a nickname: "Minke".

Soon this post was posted hundreds of stories high, and Wang Wanrou added at the end:

"Do you all judge the efficiency of an algorithm by 'personal feeling'? I admire it, it is indeed a veteran fifth-grade family."

Then the family forum exploded.