Yang Mo and Yang Han, who were sitting in a pile of composition papers, looked at Han Shiyu with a strange look.
Han Shiyu bathed in this gaze, opened the refrigerator, found the orange juice, and closed the refrigerator door. Turning his head to the two of them, he said strangely, "What are you looking at me for?"
Han Shiyu walked to the sofa, picked up a 56-point sample essay, glanced at it, and tactically leaned back.
Yang Mo also lowered his head to read the model essay.
After a while, both are finished.
Han Shiyu rubbed his chin seriously and said, "I think it's well written."
Yang Han: "Where is your conscience?"
"Is this an exam composition?" Han Shiyu turned his head and said, "What about your composition, you must have written it too, bring it to me to see."
Yang Han hugged his schoolbag tightly: "Just think about it!"
Yang Mo was sitting on the sofa, opposite a male beast fighting with his cub, making the whole house noisy. Yang Mo habitually thought he didn't see it, and moved his eyes to a paragraph in Shang Xue's composition.
"…Every creature has the desire to reproduce, and artificial intelligence lacks this desire. Even if they have independent self-awareness and physiological functions, it is very reluctant to say that he is a creature. But Han Shiyu proposed 'dominate the earth' It happens to fill this vacancy. Let us assume that Jixun is a huge and complex artificial intelligence system, and Han Shiyu is the administrator with the highest authority, and he can input thoughts to Jixun. If Jixun's intelligent system simulates One Earth, that Han Shiyu is worthy of the king of the biosphere…”
Yang Mo: "..."
He looked up at the king of the biosphere who couldn't beat his daughter.
Yang Han didn't let go of his schoolbag and complained, "Dad! Look at him!"
Yang Mo frowned and said, "Han Shiyu, you are not naive."
Han Shiyu let go of what Yang Han had robbed, and Yang Han let out a sigh of relief.
Yang Mo handed the composition to Yang Han and said, "You can persuade this classmate to write - as a hobby."
Yang Han: "Oh."
Han Shiyu straightened the folds on his clothes, not convinced, got up and went to the study to take out a document bag, and searched for something in it as he walked.
He walked to the sofa, threw the two signed photos on the table, threw a gesture of "I'll give you one million, would you like it", and said to Yang Han, "Just say, will you write for me or not? ."
Yang Han immediately rushed to grab it, but Han Shiyu picked it up, and Yang Han rushed to nothing.
Han Shiyu said, "Do you still want to attack?"
Seeing that this person actually threatened him with a signed photo of Mu Liusu despicably, Yang Han became a tomato, so he asked Yang Mo for help, saying: "Dad..."
Yang Mo said helplessly: "When I went to look for it, the autographed photos over there were already sent, and these two were left by him."
Yang Han looked like a squeezing common man, watching the big landowner laughing wildly in front of her, squatting in his chest in one breath, but in the end he was forced to succumb to his lewd power.
She handed the Chinese answer sheet to Han Shiyu heavily, and Han Shiyu also handed her the signed photo at the same time. The process of handover between the two parties was very long.
After the handover, there was no chance for Yang Han to fight back, so Han Shiyu ran away immediately, ran to the study, and locked the door.
Yang Han: "..."
…
In a sense, Monk Han Shiyu's brain circuit is quite similar, jumping and bizarre.
No one can guess what this person can do next. Even Yang Mo has been with him for so many years, and he has not guessed the operation mode of his thinking.
Yang Mo's thinking is a piece of rigorous program code, while Han Shiyu is a bug that may appear someday.
Yang Mo thought to himself.
Yang Han stood in the living room, just woken up, frying.
She thought that the composition a few days ago was over.
But life told her, little girl, you can be happy too early.
She looked at the calligraphy hanging on the wall with a dry face.
The calligraphy brush is strong, as if it is frightening, and it penetrates the back of the paper. presented upon request.
It says.
"Han Shiyu is an excellent young entrepreneur. His quality is like the light of the rising sun, illuminating a road leading to brilliant youth for our young people."
From "How Youth Realize the Value of Life" by Yang Han.
This piece of work is hung upright in the bright living room. The moment you step into the door, the sun shines on the glass, as if it is glowing.
Yang Han: "..."
Yang Mo: "..."
Yang Han looked at Yang Mo beside him.
Yang Mo also looked down at Yang Han.
Yang Han cried and said, "Dad."
Yang Mo comforted: "You just, let him..."
…
That day, Lu Youqi came to their house as a guest, and as soon as he entered the door, he saw the big characters that looked like lights. Stunned for a while.
He sat down with awe, took Yang Mo's welcome tea, pointed to the words "Han Shiyu" on it, and asked, "Does he want a face?"
Yang Mo shook his head, sighed, and asked, "What's the matter with you?"
Lu Youqi: "I've joined Yuexin now. I'll let you know."
Yang Mo: "Congratulations."
Lu Youqi smiled and said, "We will be competitors in the future."
The two were chatting.
Yang Han, who had just woken up, walked out of the room in his pajamas. This is the last weekend before the mid-term. Recently, Yang Han has been studying very hard and lacks sleep. He just used the weekend to make up for it.
She rubbed her eyes and called out, "Dad, do you have breakfast..."
She suddenly saw a yellow-haired Lu Youqi, and went back to the room with a "uh" sound, "There are guests... I'll fix my hair..."
Lu Youqi looked at her, smiled, and asked Yang Mo, "Where is this little girl from?"
Yang Mo: "My daughter."
Lu Youqi turned his head to look at Yang Mo, and said in surprise, "Oh, you have a daughter, congratulations."
After speaking, the air was quiet for a while.
Lu Youji's brain host slowly analyzed, and then his mouth slowly spit out: "... Who are you with?"
Yang Mo said lightly, "Han Shiyu."
The pupils of the mixed-race Eight Kingdoms on the opposite side are gradually dilated, as if the universe is going through the flood of the universe, refreshing his world view.
Lu Youqi: "You were born?!"
Yang Mo: "Get out."
…
On that day, Zhou Yi came to their house as a guest, and when he entered the door, he saw the open letters, and was a little surprised by the gesture, but he walked in and sat down as usual.
Han Shiyu brought him a cup of welcome tea, Zhou Yi took it, took a sip, and glanced at him lightly: "Do you want your face?"
Han Shiyu said proudly, "Comrade Xiao Yang wrote it."
Zhou Yi: "Oh."
He put down the tea and said, "I won't go out this Spring Festival holiday."
Han Shiyu: "Are you busy this year?"
Zhou Yi nodded.
Han Shiyu: "Okay."
Their family of three and Zhou Yi's family of three go out to play every year during the Spring Festival, and they maintain a good relationship in private.
Zhou Yidao: "Recently, our exchanges have decreased. The media have been paying attention to these things inexplicably recently."
Han Shiyu looked at him with a desolate meaning.
Zhou Yi was surprised by him: "... why?"
"You know what you said," Han Shiyu said sadly, "How many hearts did you hurt?"
Zhou Yi: "?"
…
Zhou Yi can also be called a young talent, but Yuexin's overall atmosphere is very serious, and he is not usually as talkative as Han Shiyu, so his popularity is not very high among young people.
Even when he and Han Shiyu were on the same hot search, many people didn't know who he was.
But the advantage is that their "this term" presidents are very good looking, and it's easy to get started, saving the girls from going to the entertainment industry to find meal replacements and directly eating the real presidents.
With a good foundation of good looks, coupled with the extremely excellent output of Jiyue, Jiyue has forcibly opened up a brilliant path in the field of business group CP that has no future. Achievement.
Mrs. Aurora Yuebei, the author of "Like a Throat", said so in the signature of the interesting text column.
"There is no road in this world, and as many people walk, it becomes a road."
Spreading it all over the circle, it is earth-shattering.
…
After the mid-term, Yang Han finally pulled his head out of his busy schedule. She suddenly remembered. It seems that since the Hai Ting incident, Yue Kao has never been seen in the school.
After some inquiries, Yang Han found out that he had transferred schools. I heard people say that he did not listen to his father's advice, was unwilling to apologize, and insisted on changing schools for the sake of face.
It seems that he himself has no intention of repenting, whether he will do it again in the future, or whether he will be restrained by this farce, they have never known.
Yang Han sighed while looking at the mathematics booklet.
Seeing her sigh, Lu Yueming asked gently, "Is there anything I can't do?"
After the midterm exam, the teacher changed her position once, and she sat in front of Lu Yueming.
"You said," Yang Han picked up the exercise book and turned to look at him, as if he was discussing the problem seriously, "When people grow up, will they change?"
Lu Yueming blinked, then smiled, "Yes."
He said: "Life experience and growing knowledge will constantly polish a person's character. Objectively, others can feel your change through getting along with you, but subjectively, when you look back on the past, you will find that There were a lot of things that were completely different back then.”
"However, all the people and things around you are changing, and you are in it, relatively speaking, it can be a constant."
Yang Han didn't expect Lu Yueming to answer her so seriously, so he thought about it for a while and asked curiously, "Then what were you like before? Do you think you've changed?"
Lu Yueming was stunned for a moment, then blinked, and said with a smile, "Of course there will be."
He said, "Before... I was quite headstrong."
Yang Han really couldn't think of Lu Yueming's willful look, she raised her eyebrows, suddenly more curious, so she opened her mouth to ask, suddenly Lu Yueming said: "Do you know what Uncle Yang Mo looked like before, when he was in college ?"
Yang Han looked at him with his eyes full of anticipation: "..."
Suddenly Xu Jia knocked on their table. Lu Yueming and Yang Han immediately turned their faces, frowned and began to think about the formula on the paper, and occasionally pointed with a pen finger. The math teacher walked past them and clapped their hands with satisfaction when they saw that they had discussed the last question. Let the students stop talking.
Yang Han silently turned around holding the exercise book.
Xu Jia had pasted the autographed photo on the table, sealed it with a protective film with several strips of tape, and offered it reverently.
Xu Jia said incredulously, "You guys actually take advantage of the discussion to not gossip and talk about life... I admire you."
Yang Han: "..."
Yang Han frowned, not recovering from the question just now.
She really didn't know what Yang Mo and Han Shiyu were like before.