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The teeth bit into the lemon, and the juice oozes out slightly and spreads along the tip of the tongue.
The lemon given by the man, no matter how sour, I have to eat it.
No matter how sour the lemon was, he still continued to bite on it expressionlessly.
Then the other side of the lemon slice was held by Dongjun.
"Don't eat it." Dong Jun pulled the lemon out.
While talking and laughing, his eyes are curved, and there are stars in his pupils.
Lin Xun felt that this person was definitely doing it on purpose. After listening to the sentence "You seem to take care of people a lot", Dongjun laughed at him with lemons.
This Dongjun, under his male appearance, hides a bad embryo.
Lin Xun loosened his teeth.
Anyway, the quality has been exposed, and his dead pig is not afraid of boiling water.
"Look," he said, "you're just very skilled."
Dongjun blocked his mouth with another piece of fruit.
"I'm not skilled," Dong Jun said, "I haven't done a hot search with anyone else."
This is true. Lin Xun has been in the group of his wife's fans for so many years, and he has never seen anyone pull out the slightest rosy scandal. Flies don't bite seamless eggs. The man's private life over the years is as clean as a piece of white paper, and he can't pick out any faults when looking at it horizontally and vertically. All the schedules are open and transparent, and the only one who often works together is Ruan Zhi who is married.
However, it may also be that Galaxy's PR team covers the sky with one hand and controls public opinion at all times - Dongjun said just now, if you don't want to be on the hot search, then you can't.
Therefore, Lin Xun will not give up.
He said, "Then why do you want to go on a hot search with me?"
Dongjun: "As I said, you are very funny."
Lin Xun: "It's unreasonable... I still think it's unreal."
Dongjun laughed.
Lin Xun looked at him and smiled, and pinched himself quietly to confirm whether he was dreaming. After all, what happened today was like a dream, progressing extremely fast and without sufficient logical support.
"This is a question of probability." Dong Jun became a little more serious: "On GitHub, I released the code... and then you commented on something. I accidentally clicked on your homepage, saw your algorithm, and thought you would be a ... the kind of person I'm interested in."
Lin Xun looked into Dong Jun's eyes.
Dongjun looked back at him: "Is this acceptable?"
Lin Xun seemed to dream back to his student days, back to the math class.
Every time a key proof step is taught, the teacher will ask: "Is this acceptable?"
Can.
He suddenly felt at ease.
If Dong Jun said that I decided to develop a further relationship with you because of your good looks or because of your funny personality, Lin Xun would accept it, but he still wouldn't believe it.
But now what Dongjun said is - I am very interested in your algorithm, there is no more reasonable explanation than this.
Dongjun wanted to know a person because of an algorithm he accidentally saw, and Lin Xun noticed a person because of a code he accidentally saw. The principle is the same, and the whole logic is self-consistent.
Lin Xun: "I..."
He said one word, then stopped, only looking at Dong Jun and smiling.
Dongjun: "Huh?"
Lin Xun: "Does my algorithm look good?"
Dongjun: "It's beautiful."
Lin Xun: "Your code is also very beautiful."
Dong Jun didn't speak, leaned over and gave him a light kiss.
Lin Xun's mood had been illusory all day, as if floating in the sky, but now he finally slowly descended. But kissing a man still makes his heart beat faster.
After opening it, Lin Xun took a sip of ice milk and continued the previous topic: "I... jumped around on your GitHub very early."
"Maybe you dance too much." Dongjun said, "I saw you, and your name is very unique."
Lin Xun: "..."
His GitHub id is the same as WeChat's previous id, it's all happy lemon essence.
Pretending that nothing happened, Lin Xun said to Dongjun, "But you stopped writing code two years ago."
"I've already written what I want to write." Dongjun slowly prepared the dishes for him, and then said, "I'm waiting for you to appear."
Lin Xun couldn't stand it anymore.
He realizes that Dongjun speaks well beyond the average level of programmers. For example, now, it is obviously a sentence "I am waiting for an algorithm I want to write", but it must be said "I am waiting for you to appear", like a love sentence.
"So you wanted to come to Luo to type codes from the beginning, you are not an investor at all." Lin Xun widened his eyes.
Dongjun's face was as usual: "You just found out."
"I..." Lin Xun almost turned his back.
Dongjun.
CEO of Galaxy.
A man worshipped by apes.
One day, this person finds you and expresses interest in your algorithm.
Could his subtext be - "I want to type code"
Well, it will.
Remove all the halo, Dongjun is still a programmer in essence, a programmer at the peak.
The masters of martial arts will be lonely, and the programmers will also be lonely. This loneliness comes from the fact that coding is a part of his life, but he is no longer willing to devote himself to endless repetitive work. He wants to write something interesting, but there is no flash of inspiration.
Then he saw a fun algorithm.
At this point, his first thought is definitely not "I want to invest in it" or "It can make me money", but "I want to write about it".
In essence, Dongjun is not a businessman at all.
"Then... two hundred thousand?" Lin Xun asked.
This 200,000 is the most incredible thing, Lin Xun really couldn't figure it out, and he didn't dare to ask.
"One budget," Dongjun gave him another feed, "your team is short of one programmer, and 200,000 can just hire an excellent programmer for a month. In terms of technology, I think 20 can be capped. , if you give more, you will waste it and go to hire some so-called senior engineers."
Lin Xun: "I did use the 200,000 yuan to hire a very suitable programmer. He has no extra skills, but his skills are very good."
"Well... But in this month, you will gradually find that his role is limited. In fact, only Dongjun can type out Luo's core code."
Lin Xun was expressionless: "Then you wait for me to find you, and finally invite you to join. You just don't want to express to me directly that you want to come in because of your face. You... "
There is only one thought in his mind now.
Jiang Lian, Jiang Lian, you are really a spare tire.
Dongjun: "Then I found out... You seem to be afraid of me. It's almost impossible to expect you to take the initiative to invite me."
Lin Xun: "I'm fine now."
Since he realized that he should treat Dongjun with the attitude of looking at a programmer instead of a capitalist, he has become less embarrassed.
Heck.
He saw a deep smile in Dong Jun's eyes.
Lin Xun: "You just want my myocardial infarction tonight."
There was no apology in Dongjun's voice: "I thought you would welcome me."
Lin Xun was weak and looked up at Dongjun.
The ups and downs tonight, his heart can't take it.
Dongjun leaned over and touched his lips lightly.
He stuck out his tongue and licked it.
Dong Jun's lips were thin and slightly cool.
- And then what happened was out of his control, and in short, the meal was on and off.
On the way back, he pulled Dong Jun into Luo Qun.
The intelligent system installed on Dongjun's mobile phone is also a black technology. He is concentrating on driving, with both hands on the steering wheel, but a series of operations have been completed. Not only does he enter the group, but he can also speak by himself.
"Lin Code" joined the group chat.
Lin Xun: "?"
Forest code: Hi.
Zhao Architecture:
Wang An An:
ginger:
Zhao Architecture: @Lin Algorithm, have you picked up someone? Fished out of the amusement park lake
Wang Anquan: It is still the home of algorithms.
Zhao Architecture: Will he be the full-stack engineer in my dreams? The kind that can translate the nonsense of the algorithm into human language.
Im code: probably yes.
They take care of themselves brushing the information.
Lin Xun looked at Dongjun, and Dongjun's cell phone, which was lit independently, was sending WeChat to chat in the group: "Why is it Lin Code?"
Dongjun steered the car around a corner slowly, gracefully and smoothly.
He looked at the screen of his mobile phone and said lightly, "East Code is not very smooth."
Row.
This is also a linguist.
He couldn't continue to ask Dongjun why he didn't have another surname, but to go to the surname Lin.
After all, the person who hugged and kissed this Mr. Code tonight was neither Wang nor Zhang.
Lin Algorithm: That... let me introduce it.
Zhao Zhijie gave an obedient listening expression.
Wang Security chose to copy.
Jiang Lian followed suit.
Lin Algorithm: This is Dongjun.
The group was silent.
Lin Xun felt a little abnormal. He flipped through the chat records and saw that they were frantically withdrawing the messages just now one by one.
Half a minute later, the chaos was over, and the entire chat interface only had a solitary "Hi" and "Maybe".
Zhao Framework: I have seen Dong.
Wang An An: I have seen Dong.
Jiang spare tire: I have seen Dong.