Zheng Qinghui, a rich second-generation roommate, listened as Cheng Yueyang told him, "We don't have much time and we must make use of time theory."
He felt that Cheng Yueyang was stupid.
"Even if that's the case, can you really stop doing laundry for the rest of your life? And what are you going to do with the little time you have left? You're such a fool."
Coming from the Northeast, he looked at Cheng Yueyang as if he were a fool, then looked back at Ji Changze, who was reading a book with a calm face, as if he was completely immersed in the world in the book and couldn't see here, and sneered:
"You believe he is deceiving you. According to what he said, we all should stop washing the clothes and just let them stink. If you don't wash the clothes and leave them here, they will have to be washed in the end."
As he spoke, he raised his voice very loudly, deliberately letting Ji Changze hear him, and raised his voice with ridicule:
"You are not like Ji Changze. Your mother still has to accompany you when you go to college. When he comes home, his clothes can be washed by his mother. Can you do that?"
Cheng Yueyang was still confused.
He felt that what Zheng Qinghui said made sense.
But what Ji Changze said makes more sense.
He lowered his head and looked at the books on the table: "But we only have so much time to study..."
Zheng Qinghui: Damn it, this guy is really stupid.
Except for Ji Changze, the other three people in the dormitory have always had a good relationship. Although they have different personalities, they all have no bad intentions and do not care about each other. After being together for so long, Zheng Qinghui really regards his two roommates as brothers.
As a result, the brother is now stupid.
Can he not find the "culprit" to settle the score
Zheng Qinghui turned coldly, turned around and strode to Ji Changze's desk. Seeing that the young man was not wearing headphones, but looked like he didn't hear anything, as if he was reading a book seriously, his face became even more angry.
"Ji Changze, what are you talking about with Yueyang? If you don't wash your own clothes, you want to take him with you too, right?"
The young man frowned slightly, slowly looked away from the book, and looked up at the person in front of him.
Zheng Qinghui had a provocative look on his face, "I just want to see you unhappy and you can hit me if you can."
He had long been unhappy with Ji Changze.
He doesn't clean the house, is arrogant, and even pretends his roommate's car is his when trying to pick up girls.
What kind of rubbish is this.
come! !
The worst case scenario is a fight!
Who is afraid of whom! !
However…
The young man's eyes stayed on Zheng Qinghui's provocative face for a second, then he lowered his head as if he were nothing and continued to read his book as if nothing had happened.
Zheng Qinghui: "..."
"Ji Changze, who are you looking down on?!"
"Celebrate the glory."
Cheng Yueyang saw that Zheng Qinghui was about to pounce and hit him, so he quickly stepped forward to stop him: "Nagaze didn't mean that. He was like this when I talked to him before. We are all roommates, let's talk to him if we have anything to say."
"Who is his roommate? Has he cleaned the dormitory once since school started? And you, when did you take his side?"
"What, let me tell you, he just doesn't want to waste time studying."
"Fart, just say how much time you can waste. I think this kid just looks down on me. Get out of the way. I have to teach him why the flowers are so red today."
One of them wants to step forward and the other wants to stop him.
As the culprit, Ji Changze still sat there quietly...
Turning the pages of the book at a rate of once every ten seconds.
Zheng Qinghui caught this keenly, and suddenly felt that he had caught Ji Changze's excuse for pretending to be stupid.
"Ji Changze, I'm telling you, don't pretend. You are turning pages and reading in such a short time. Who are you fooling?"
When he said this, Cheng Yueyang, who was stopping him, also turned his head and looked over.
Ji Changze still had a calm expression on his face, without even looking here, and his men quickly turned the pages.
Cheng Yueyang: "..."
right.
No one reads books like this.
Even he didn't believe Ji Changze was reading.
He immediately put down his hand that was holding Zheng Qinghui awkwardly and said humbly: "Nagaze, Qinghui doesn't mean any harm. It's just that you said his car was yours, and he was angry. Why don't you apologize to him..."
The young man temporarily stopped flipping through the book, frowned again, and turned towards the two of them with an expression of "Why do you have so many things to do?"
"What car?"
Zheng Qinghui sneered again: "Are you still pretending to be stupid? The forum has spread the news, and you are still pretending."
"calm down."
Cheng Yueyang quickly pulled him back to prevent him from going up to beat someone. He took out his mobile phone and handed the photo from the forum to Ji Changze.
Pointing to the red convertible behind Ji Changze above: "That's the car."
The young man glanced coldly:
"oh."
Cheng Yueyang: "..."
Zheng Qinghui's temper suddenly rose: "You thought we were giving you popular science, right? Ji Changze, I said you are quite shameless. You claimed my car was yours and then went to pick up girls. You are so shameless." Why are you so thick?"
Ji Changze remained expressionless and his voice was cold: "Did I say that?"
Zheng Qinghui sneered: "Didn't you say that?"
Cheng Yueyang: "...that, Qinghui, he really didn't say anything."
"This picture was posted online by someone else, and the caption was [Sure enough, only a rich second generation with good looks and money is matched with a beautiful woman with a beautiful figure]. Ji Changze himself has never spoken."
As he spoke, he showed Zheng Qinghui the title of the post that had become a popular post.
Zheng Qinghui: "This post has been floating around on the school forum for three days. There are also post bars and people are following him on Weibo. Do you think he can't see it?"
He was quite analytical. He looked condescendingly at Ji Changze who was sitting there and concluded: "He knows that this kind of lie will definitely be exposed one day, so he neither denies nor admits it, even if others know the truth by then." Ask him and he can say he doesn’t know.”
"Ji Changze, what else do you have to say? Can you say that you don't read forums and post bars? You can always find them on Weibo. You often post some foreign academic papers on Weibo. You still keep posting after this incident happened. You think I’m stupid when you say you’re publishing an academic paper but can’t see others paying attention to you.”
Cheng Yueyang wanted to persuade him again, but just as he opened his mouth, he suddenly reacted.
Yes.
This doesn't make sense.
He now believed that Ji Changze had the idea that Zheng Qinghui said, and looked a little embarrassed: "Changze, just apologize to Qinghui. No matter how you say this, it's your fault."
Ji Changze: “I don’t go on Weibo.”
Zheng Qinghui sneered, took out his mobile phone, found Ji Changze's Weibo, clicked on it, handed the main page to him, refreshed it and asked:
"Okay, tell me, if you don't go to Weibo, then who does these Weibo posts that you post every day? Are you a ghost?"
"If I refresh it like this, will it be posted? Will it? Do you think it will?"
— "Deng, Deng, Deng!"
Weibo refreshed successfully.
Under the gaze of the three people, Ji Changze's Weibo showed that he had posted a new Weibo.
Zheng Qinghui: "..."
Cheng Yueyang: "..."
Ji Changze: "It will."
Zheng Qinghui held Weibo in disbelief and looked at it carefully, but no matter how he looked, the release date was one second ago.
He went to see Ji Changze again.
The young man was still sitting there as upright as before, without holding his cell phone in either hand.
Zheng Qinghui: "...how did you do it??"
Ji Changze: "Publish on Weibo regularly."
Scheduled release?
Does Weibo still have this thing
Seeing his disbelief, Ji Changze's tone remained calm:
“Won’t you check Weibo’s beginner’s guide after downloading it?”
Zheng Qinghui: "..."
Although Ji Changze's face was still expressionless, his tone was still the same as before.
But why... He always felt as if the person in front of him was surprised that he had such a low IQ.
Zheng Qinghui: "Who said you haven't read it? I have. But who would remember such a small thing, right Yueyang?"
Cheng Yueyang: "I didn't read it. Where is this beginner's guide?"
"not yet."
The young man nodded slightly: "I did it myself."
Zheng Qinghui: "..."
Cheng Yueyang: ...Yes, Ji Changze loves to do such things.
Zheng Qinghui still felt that he was being tricked: "No, can't you just post on Weibo properly? What do you do on time??"
Ji Changze: "Waste of time."
Zheng Qinghui: "..."
Why is it so annoying
He rolled up his sleeves and was about to put them on, but Cheng Yueyang quickly stopped him: "Calm down, calm down, that's what he is like, and he was like that when he talked to me before."
In order to prevent the roommates from fighting, or Zheng Qinghui unilaterally beating Ji Changze, Cheng Yueyang coughed dryly:
"Nagaze, please explain yourself clearly. Isn't it just a post on Weibo? And you think it's a waste of time, so why don't you just post it?"
"Not feasible."
Ji Changze: “I need followers on Weibo.”
"If you post it in one go, according to calculations, only one person out of a hundred people will read it. But if you post it every once in a while, 34 people out of a hundred people will read it, and an average of eight people will follow it. .”
Cheng Yueyang nodded frequently.
Then he asked the soul question: "So what do you want fans for?"
The young man glanced at him with a bit of doubt, with a look on his face like "Don't you understand this?"
"Of course it's an experiment."
Facing the two people who looked confused, he directly turned on the computer and clicked on the file marked [Main reason for the increase in the number of fans].
Showed it to the two of them.
It not only records various data in detail, but also writes how fans reacted to the content he sent, whether anyone unblocked it, why they unblocked it, and what their general mentality was when they unblocked it.
You can tell at a glance that these things are definitely not the result of a day.
Of course, the fact is that it is a day's work.
After all, the original owner started Weibo just to show off, and his mentality was indeed what Zheng Qinghui said.
But none of that mattered now.
Ji Changze was quite patient at the moment, so he exited and clicked on another file: "There is also a ppt here that can display all the data more intuitively."
"If you want to see it, I can send you a copy."
Zheng Qinghui: "..."
Cheng Yueyang: "..."
Who wants to see this!
Zheng Qinghui no longer wants to worry about whether he has a car or not. He just wants to know one thing:
“So, what’s the use of this??”
The young man's expression was still cold and indifferent.
"You can sell it for money."
Zheng Qinghui: "???This thing? Sell it for money??"
Ji Changze nodded expressionlessly: "The marketing company will buy it."
Zheng Qinghui: "...Which company would buy this thing? No, wait, you really don't know what happened on the forum??"
"Um."
Still frowning, the young man took out the mobile phone from the drawer and threw it to Zheng Qinghui:
"If you don't believe me, don't disturb me while I'm reading."
Zheng Qinghui turned on his phone silently.
Well, once you open it, the page is quite full.
It's just that they are not software, but files.
Just click on one and you'll see that it's densely packed with foreign texts, and at first glance it looks like an academic paper.
Zheng Qinghui searched all over without belief, but couldn't find a social software commonly used by young people nowadays, let alone a forum game.
He was speechless for a while.
No wonder Ji Changze didn't know about this.
This guy's body is in the bustling city, but his mind is in the mountains and forests.
But why did he still feel that Ji Changze was lying to him
Zheng Qinghui looked suspiciously up and down at Ji Changze, who was turning pages every ten seconds, and his mind cleared.
"Don't try to lie to me. Do you think you can fool me in this way? If you weren't feeling guilty, would you flip through the book so quickly? In such a short time, you can't finish reading the Five Elements."
The young man's eyebrows furrowed even more.
He put down the book and turned around to look over;
"You're noisy."
"Don't talk to me, it's a waste of time."
Zheng Qinghui: ...Yes, that's how disgusting it is.
Before, if everyone just said a few words, he would say with this dead face that they were noisy.
What a noise, it's broad daylight, not at night.
The key is that this kid Ji Changze went to complain to the counselor, saying that they were disturbing his study.
Because he remembered the disgusting things in the past, the anger in Zheng Qinghui's heart emerged again.
"Why are you pretending to be a waste of time? How precious is your time? Cleaning is a waste of time, and our time is not time? Are you the eldest young master? We all have to serve you?!"
"It's like God when you turn over a book. You can't pretend to be anything. Your grades are not particularly good. Even the serious top academics like you are not pretending. You are just pretending."
The more he talked, the angrier he became. He reached out and grabbed the book on the table, turned a few pages, and the expression on his face became more and more sarcastic:
"You also read such a profound book? Ji Changze, you are really pretending. If I didn't know your grades, I really thought you were so good. Don't think that this matter will be ignored. I tell you, from now on, in the dormitory You have to do all the cleaning, throwing away the trash, otherwise don’t blame me for being rude to you.”
He entered this university by passing the cut-off line.
As a rich second generation, Zheng Qinghui doesn't like racing cars, drinking, or picking up girls.
He just likes to work hard.
To prove that he is no worse than his father.
When he was in his third year of high school, he struggled to get in. Those who usually admired and admired the most were those top academics.
But he didn't pass the exam just to become the eldest young master's roommate.
Seeing him taking away the book, the young man looked slightly cold.
Stretching out his hand: "Give it back to me."
Seeing this, Cheng Yueyang quickly grabbed Zheng Qinghui and said, "Qinghui, please return the book to him first. Let's talk it over carefully. Don't make it worse. It won't look good. If we get punished..."
"Are you going to watch him pretend to be stupid again? How long have we tolerated him? He thinks he is a god and does not eat the fireworks of the world."
Zheng Qinghui had endured it for so long, but this time Ji Changze "tarnished" his car made him explode.
He turned the book to the previous page: "Come on, don't you pretend to read a page for yourself? Tell me, if you can tell me the general content of this page, I will forget about it, and I will clean your house from now on. , I will serve you like an uncle."
The young man looked at him quietly for three seconds.
Then he stretched out his hand and began to memorize it silently with an expressionless face.
As soon as he stood up, Zheng Qinghui's expression changed.
Ji Changze actually started memorizing it from the first word on this page, and he recited it word for word.
Cheng Yueyang saw that his expression was wrong, so he approached him curiously: "What's wrong? Damn it!"
The two of them were simply dumbfounded as they watched Ji Changze memorize it directly.
Zheng Qinghui: "..."
Cheng Yueyang: "..."
Until the last word on the page, there was not a single word wrong.
The two people looked at each other and saw the confusion in each other's eyes.
Zheng Qinghui came to his senses first and glanced suspiciously at Ji Changze, who had no expression on his face as usual.
"Is this a lie? Or have you read this book a long time ago?"
He turned around and found a book from his bed.
This book was not issued by the school, but he bought it specially to educate himself.
Normally, I almost feel sleepy after just three lines of reading. This is a hypnotic tool.
He turned over a page at random and handed it to Ji Changze: "I'll give you a minute to read it. If you can memorize it like before, I'll apologize to you."
Cheng Yueyang read the book and leaned into Zheng Qinghui's ear: "Qinghui, isn't this good..."
"fine."
Zheng Qinghui was full of confidence: "This book is not ordinary obscure and difficult to understand. If he could really memorize it after reading it for a few times, he would be a human being."
"What else can it be if it's not a human being?"
"It's a fairy."
As soon as Zheng Qinghui finished speaking, the young man finished scanning the content and handed the book back.
Then, he spoke in a calm voice.
Still word for word.
Still from the first word to the last word.
Zheng Qinghui: "..."
Cheng Yueyang: "..."
"No, no, if you have this ability, why are your grades so mediocre?"
Ji Changze glanced at him coldly: "There are too many questions, it's a waste of time."
Cheng Yueyang was afraid that Zheng Qinghui would get angry again, so he quickly helped to explain: "He means that he knows those questions well, and it would be a waste of time to answer them again..."
He wasn't sure either.
Would anyone really do this
Then he looked back at this young man who was obviously a king, but had been living among them with a silver identity.
Suddenly, okay, it really does exist.
Zheng Qinghui's expression was still stunned. He turned over another page at random and handed it to Ji Changze: "You come again! I don't believe it yet."
The young man's eyebrows were still furrowed, and his expression was already a little impatient.
Cheng Yueyang quickly advised him: "Nagaze, the last time is really the last time."
Maybe his attitude was quite good. Although Ji Changze looked cold, he still gave him the face and took the book.
Then, same result again.
Cheng Yueyang: "...Oh my god."
Zheng Qinghui was completely confused.
Ji Changze didn't take care of the car because he never went on social media.
Ji Changze posts on Weibo every day to conduct experiments.
Ji Changze keeps a cold face every day because no one thinks they are noisy because his brain is inputting knowledge as fast as a computer.
Why does he feel that this world is so magical
Cheng Yueyang was also shocked. He still remembered to maintain the harmony in the dormitory, so he took the opportunity to say to the confused Zheng Qinghui:
"Qinghui, look, he didn't lie to anyone. Let's just expose this matter."
Zheng Qinghui didn't seem to hear what he said at all, and walked forward blankly.
Cheng Yueyang was startled: "Qinghui, don't be impulsive, don't you have to explain everything..."
Then, he watched helplessly as Ji Changze's roommate, who was the most unhappy in the entire dormitory, walked up to the young man.
"God, thank you for your hard work in coming down to earth, God."
oh…
By the way, Qinghui admires top students the most.