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He looked at the motionless pointer.
Go to bed, so shut down
- This is clearly not right.
died
His heart skipped a beat and he quickly looked at the pointer's belly.
The snow-white belly rose and fell evenly, not dead, but asleep.
However, how come there is no program box? Are things related to Dongjun so weird
He pinched the pointer's ear: "Pointer?"
The pointer's pink-covered snow-white fluff ears quivered.
Lin Xun went to hold its meat pad again: "Are you okay?"
The pointer slowly opened his eyes.
Clear blue, like the deep sea icebergs.
- It seems that everything is normal, 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 like a cat, but like a ghost.
And after the pointer was woken up by him, he didn't close his eyes again, just looked at him with beautiful eyes.
Lin Xun and it stared at each other for three minutes.
Lin Xun was laughed at: "What do you see me doing?"
The pointer made a "meow" sound.
Lin Xun went to fish for its tail.
The pointer suddenly stretched out its paw towards him.
Lin Xun didn't move, and the pointer's paw fell on the bridge of his nose. Bai Rongrong's claws didn't show the tips of her nails, she just rubbed him with a meat pad.
Lin Xun smiled and held its paw.
The whole cat of the pointer came closer to him, and put its head on his shoulder, a gesture of nostalgia.
The cat was alive and well, so Lin Xun didn't worry anymore. He was now worried that he would press on it when he was sleeping.
He held the pointer away.
The pointer crawls back,
Hold farther.
Climb back again.
Lin Xun compromised.
"When it hits you, you will call." Lin Xun warned the pointer, regardless of whether it understood it or not.
Pointer: "Meow."
Lin Xun brushed its fur, turned off the lights and fell asleep.
He felt that he should not be very honest when he slept. He often fell asleep in one position and woke up to find that he was in another position.
However, when he woke up today, he was still in the same position - lying on his side facing the pointer, and the pointer was curled up on his chest, purring softly.
- It's hard for a kitten to sleep for so long.
Lin Xun took a closer look again, and found that there was a blank program frame on the current pointer.
There has been no programming frame on Dongjun.
Dongjun's cat, the program frame is sometimes absent.
It seemed that once the matter involved Dong Jun, it became unusual. Lin Xun narrowed his eyes, opened the mobile phone memo, and typed a few words on a memo called "Doubtful Points".
- However, these weird things don't prevent the fact that Dong-kun is a man.
He got up to wash, and his movements woke up the pointer, and the cat adorned him not far or near, and finally sat on the sofa licking his paws gracefully and washing his face.
Lin Xun took a video of it and sent it to Dongjun.
A Happy Pointer: [Video]
A happy pointer: Did you get off the plane
After sending it out, he found that his address to Dongjun oscillated between "you" and "you", and there was often confusion.
- No matter, anyway, the man seems to have a good temper, so he shouldn't care about these problems.
After about five minutes, Dongjun sent a reply.
Dongjun: I'm at the hotel, I'll start work tomorrow.
A happy pointer: then you pay attention to rest ^ ^
Dongjun: Okay.
A happy pointer: pointer has no discomfort, how much cat food does it eat a day
Dongjun: Feel free to fill it up, it will eat by itself.
A happy pointer: what about snacks
Dongjun: I am used to feeding at night.
A happy pointer: OK.
Then, the man did not reply.
Just when Lin Xun thought that today's conversation was over, the screen lit up.
Dongjun: ^ ^
Lin Xun couldn't stand the expression on the man's face, his breathing stopped for a while, and the hand that closed the chat interface trembled slightly.
Turning off the phone, he licked the pointer's hair 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, the work will be much more convenient.
Lin Xun welcomed Jiang Lian. He was unable to go downstairs. He looked up at the security uncle on the fourth floor from time to time. He sat in front of and behind the computer and found that he had nothing to do except write algorithms.
In contrast to him is Zhao Zhe, who is submerged in the ocean of T - this T will include the main achievements of "Luo" and display them at the Science and Technology Expo. Its level largely determines Luo Neng's achievements. No stand out at the fair.
Architecture is cranky.
Lin Xun is empty.
The empty Lin Xun casually wrote some details of the algorithm while touching the cat's fur.
As if to understand his emptiness, the phone lights up, which is Xiaoxiao's news.
Xiaoxiao sent him the registration website for the show, and Lin Xun clicked on it, and found that it was a talent show initiated by a well-known Internet media platform, called "I Am a Big Star".
He doesn't quite understand the specific purpose, and he hasn't paid attention to this kind of thing - but the flow of the program is very clear.
The first is the social-oriented audition, in which contestants or teams participate, or individuals participate, to show their talents in singing and dancing. On-site judges and audiences will score to decide who will be eliminated and who will stay.
The remaining contestants entered the next round of competition, and the nature of the event gradually changed from audition to an official variety show broadcast live to the audience. After doing this a few times, the last ten people who remained will make their official debut as artists.
- The audition is three days later, and the location is very familiar to Lin Xun. It is the gymnasium of his alma mater.
He sent a message back to Xiaoxiao: I will accompany you, do I need to buy tickets
Xiaoxiao: No, thank you pointer brother.
Three days passed in a blink of an eye, and in the early morning of this day, Lin Xun picked up Xiaoxiao and came out.
Xiaoxiao was still wearing that black dress, as if she had put on lipstick. As for whether she was wearing makeup or not, Lin Xun couldn't tell, she just thought the girl was pretty.
The girl took a small black handbag and seemed to be nervous, holding on to the zipper.
Lin Xun: "Don't be nervous."
Xiaoxiao: "... um."
There was nothing to say all the way. After entering the gym, Lin Xun sent Xiaoxiao into the backstage. No outsiders were allowed in the backstage, so he sat down at the front of the auditorium.
The show officially started at 9:00 in the morning. The host introduced the rules, and it was time for the contestants to play.
Xiaoxiao ranked No. 56, still far away.
The lights went out in the audience, and a beam of light came on on the stage.
Two words "Chess Cloud" appeared on the big black screen, and cheers broke out in the field.
- Still a fan.
Amidst the cheers, a young man leaning on a guitar stepped onto the stage. This figure, Lin Xun, was a little familiar.
"Hello everyone, I'm Qiyun, from Chengdu, Sichuan, and I always think I'm a different person."
The cheers rose again, mixed with: "Qiyun, you are the best!!!"
"Brother rushing duck!!!"
Lin Xun: "..."
He recognized who it was.
- Jianxiu's business scope is really wide.
He silently looked at Qi Yun on the stage, and Qi Yun's eyes were scanning the auditorium with a smile: "Today, I brought you a rap, its name is—"
The next second, he and Lin Xun met eyes: "...Fuck."
After the amplification of the microphone, these two words were clearly transmitted to the ears of every audience.