In the small dark room, Fangran, who heard Yota's answer in silence, kept looking at him in silence, and Yota shrank back in the chair, feeling uncomfortable being watched by him.
"That... did I say something strange...."
Fangran looked at this Jota, who was more comprehensive and wide-ranging than the one he loved, and it was a little unbelievable that a guy with technological ability who could become the strongest hacker would spend all day at home writing novels, but he still put himself away because the other party made him This preconceived opinion that seems to have nothing to do with words.
"Then you were coding just now? Can I find it online?"
"Eh... tentatively, it can be found..."
Hearing what Fangran said, Jota's voice became a little more eager, stepped aside and pressed on the keyboard, it was not the end of the industry's leading boss, but just a little-known novel that Fangran had never heard of The website popped up, and what appeared to be the backstage of his work appeared, but Fangran leaned over and saw...
The King's Throne--Updated to Chapter 178--Fantasy Editing Group--Favorites... .
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Fangran: "..."
10 favorites...
"That... I said Jota"
Looking at the physical screen that he presumably specially prepared for the codewords, Fangran suddenly felt a complicated opening, and Jota, who was watching him and his book with glistening eyes, replied immediately!
"I am here!"
"Let me ask you a question. Let me use an analogy... For example, in a classic adventure story, when the final boss fights back at the end of the final battle, the male protagonist suddenly looks back at the female protagonist in an environment where the air is whistling, exploding, and the space is broken. Why a warm chuckle?"
"Eh...he wants...to show his masculinity...?"
"... .., in the face of an extremely difficult opponent, a companion asked the protagonist to go out to talk all night before the battle, and finally said to the protagonist, 'Don't worry, I will find a way to solve it'. Why?"
"He... wrongly estimated the opponent's combat power?"
Hearing such an answer, Fangran was silent for a while, turned his head and stared at him silently for a while, and then asked suddenly:
"How to donate the money in one personal card to the disaster area?"
"If it is a certain person, I can use his name or photo to collect basic information such as mobile phone number and home address on the Internet, and then I can block his network operator and use a fake base station to trick his device into connecting to the plant. Virus, as long as I control his SIM card, I have many ways to get his online banking account or the password of the mobile business hall, so that his mobile phone can be paralyzed or I can remotely control and transfer money to another card to donate to the disaster area... But...but it's illegal for Fangran to do this, Sister Ye Sheng told me not to do such a thing... "
"Yota, did you answer a question correctly in your junior high school reading comprehension?"
"That... I didn't go to school...."
Fangran: "..."
alright, you win,
Now I finally know why I saw you poking the keyboard with a finger when I came in...
Snapped...
Looking at this timid young man who could no longer be described as a partial subject, who shrank back after he said something very powerful just now, Fangran slapped himself on the face and looked at him vicissitudes.
"Let me take the liberty to ask... have you signed the contract?"
Hearing that Fangran asked this question, Jota's face was a little sad, but he forced a smile to cover up his embarrassment.
"Not yet...although every month I will apply..."
Also... It's strange to sign a contract with hundreds of thousands of words and ten collections...
Fangran, who was completely speechless and didn't know where to complain, looked helplessly at this frail young man with disheveled hair and big glasses who was squatting on a chair and seemed to have a communication barrier because of social phobia. rolled over on the bed and sighed.
"You can write hundreds of thousands of words, you can write hundreds of thousands of words, and you are also a member of the night bureau, let Brother Su Qun find a way for you to discuss with the people in this small company, or are you short of money, no If you lack money, you can buy it directly and sign it as you want.”
"I... actually count as one of the shareholders...
"puff!"
I go! You really bought it!
Then you are the shareholder, you voted for the novel you wrote and haven't signed the contract yet! ? Or this kind of 18-line small website that I have never heard of?
Fangran's complex expression twitched the corners of his mouth, he didn't know how to complain about him, he collapsed when he was well, and sighed unconsciously:
"Then you can just use your power directly, and let's not talk about the communication barriers you have been living in a small dark room all day long. After all, why do you, a computer genius and technologist, want to write novels? What do you do better than this... .”
"Ahaha... this one"
Hearing Fangran's helplessness, Yota seemed to feel a little strange and chuckled. In the dark room, he looked at the screen in front of him. There was a manuscript he had written only a few hundred words on it. The light slightly illuminated him. His disheveled hair and big glasses framed his face in a daze.
"I... that... I'm not very good at communicating with people, and I'm afraid of meeting strangers. Before I was found by Ye Sheng, I was always alone. I didn't go to school and I didn't have many friends."
Speaking of this, he hugged his knees in embarrassment, felt embarrassed, and smiled shyly.
"Different from programs with clear and simple rules that can be understood as long as you learn them, I don't understand other people's thoughts. I don't know if his smile at me is good or bad. I can't even understand whether the atmosphere of getting along with others is tense, so. .. ”
"I am particularly envious of those people in the novel, who are strong and handsome, have friends and lovers who are close to me, experience those exciting trips outside, meet various people and see various scenery , like looking at worlds I haven't seen one after another... "
Fangran saw him looking at him and scratching the unkempt hair that he didn't know how long he hadn't taken care of. He couldn't see the sadness and smiled at himself, and then squatted on the chair with anticipation in his eyes. Keep your body shaking.
"So one day I suddenly wanted to write a story by myself, create a world by myself, because it would be like traveling in that world by myself, and if I could write a good and interesting story..."
"Maybe I can understand people's hearts and atmosphere better, and I can be as good as everyone in the bureau, although it seems that I have failed..."
After saying this, he suddenly realized that because someone told him about the novel he wrote, he was too excited to say a lot of embarrassing things, and smiled and scratched his head in embarrassment like a girl.
"Actually... maybe I just like novels too much..."
Hearing these words, Fangran actually froze for a moment, looking at this white and frail young man with unkempt hair and big dirty glasses, squatting on the chair welded to the ground with his knees in his arms, A safety belt with a combination lock is worn around the waist.
Suddenly I thought of the taciturn young man who waved goodbye to me on the ice sea. He didn't have many friends even though he was in school.
He once asked Ling out of boredom why all the participants liked to stay in high places, and when he silently complained about whether it was really for pretending to be aggressive, he heard Ling's very flat answer.
-'Probably because it's easier to find the same kind'-
Perhaps the same is true for the young man in front of him who is huddled in this dark room. He wants to fill the loneliness of being alone and overcome his own weaknesses and fears in this way.
Loneliness is a deadly disease.
Looking at him in a daze, Fangran scratched his head, walked to his side and gave up completely with a sigh.
Alas, the expression on your face is so easy to understand...
"By the way, do you have a tablet here? A mobile phone is also fine. Anyway, give me something to see what you wrote."
"Ah yes.. yes! But..."
Seeing what he said suddenly, Yota was stunned for a moment, subconsciously nodded quickly, pulled out something that might be a tablet from the table, but then hesitated and asked:
"Fangran, do you really want to read my novel?"
"Ah, I went into the ward again today, and went out of the super far door. After finally getting home, I was taken to the magic city before my butt was hot, and then I got lost for half a point. To be honest, I was so tired that I was dead. I don’t want to move anymore.”
Jota listened incomprehensibly, and then saw Fangran took the tablet and collapsed on his bed, pulled a pillow to rest on it, and looked familiar with this place as home, without turning his eyes He waved to himself.
"Okay, okay, you can write your own, don't worry about me."
"Oh... oh... well..."
Jota turned around in a daze and thought, 'Aren't you taking me away? ', then looked at the progress in front of him, completely lost the intention of continuing with One Finger Meditation, subconsciously tapped the keyboard at an unreadable speed, called up Fangran's monitor on the tablet, and took another sneak peek ,
Fangran found that while stuffing potato chips into his mouth, he looked at the tablet in his hand without turning his eyes, and was really flipping through the pages.
Uh... But where did the potato chips come from...