The square was bustling, and Yang Han managed to escape with Liu Zuoye.
Liu Zuoye took a breath and asked, "What's wrong?"
"My dad is behind," Yang Han said, "I don't know which tendon is wrong again."
Liu Zuoye curled his lips and said, "Uncle is quite interesting."
Yang Han shrugged, let go of her hand, and tugged at the strap of the satchel, and laughed dryly. "Let's go play by ourselves," she said.
Liu Zuoye: "Okay."
As soon as she took a step, Yang Han suddenly staggered, her figure was crooked, and she almost fell with a "ya" sound, but Liu Zuoye supported her in time.
"Scared me." Yang Han held Liu Zuoye's hand and glanced at the place where the slippage was just now. There is a small lower step at the connection. People who don't pay attention can easily step on it as a flat surface, and the friction of the pattern is not enough. Not safe.
"Isn't your foot swollen?" Liu Zuoye said with concern.
"No, thank you." Yang Hanzheng got up and took a closer look at the road ahead.
Liu Zuoye raised his eyebrows, rubbed her red ears, and said, "It's just slippery feet, and it's not ashamed."
Yang Han scratched his cheek with his index finger and said, "Let's go."
…
"Sister Mi... If you are busy, you can go first, I will visit by myself."
Mi Shu smiled, patted Lu Yueming's shoulder, and said, "Yang Department arranged for me to show you around. This is also my job."
Yang Mo fulfilled his promise to Lu Yueming. Before going abroad to study, he arranged a plane ticket to the headquarters and notified Mi Shu.
Lu Yueming pursed his lips and smiled, and said, "Thank you."
There are two buildings in the Jixun headquarters, one is dedicated to the fun place, where many well-known fun place Vs go in and out every day, go to work or record activities.
Yang Mo had already explained to Mi Shu. She knew that Lu Yueming was not interested in other things, so she took him directly to the technical layer.
Mi Shu smiled and said, "Take you to see your future workplace."
Lu Yueming was flattered and said, "...No, no...I'm not enough."
Mi Shu introduced as he walked: "The Dennis Lab of Jixun has many research branches, which are among the top in the field of network security. Of course, they not only serve the existing products of Jixun, but also develop independently. For example, this year The virtual reality project has just been added, mainly for entertainment and services." She said, "There is a VR game area over there, go and play."
Lu Yueming nodded, followed her and asked, "Then what is Teacher Yang responsible for..."
The new title of Teacher Yang made Mi Shu react for a while. After she understood, she smiled and said, "Mr. Yang..."
"Mr. Yang is the treasure of Jixun's museum." She said seriously, "He is in charge of the entire technical department, including Dennis's laboratory. He is not only responsible for overall planning, but also hands-on on some large and small projects."
Mi Shu is also a hardcore fan of Yang Mo. She gestured and exaggerated: "You can understand that he is a bug. As long as it involves code, he is proficient in everything."
This was not beyond Lu Yueming's imagination. He raised his lips in satisfaction and said, "It's amazing."
Mi Shu admired: "It's a miracle that he can maintain normal hair volume so far."
Lu Yueming: "..."
When they walked to the game area, the faint blue light and the white light shell contrasted, showing a sense of futuristic technology.
When he walked over, he saw a girl with VR eyes sitting there.
She was wearing the C suit, because the Fun Land Building was full of two-dimensional elements, so it was not surprising to see Cospy or Mother Lo.
She has long hair in a cape, a collar around her neck, and high leather boots on the accelerator of a racing simulator. With a cigarette in his left hand, he took a sip and spun around on the steering wheel.
Mi Shu clicked his tongue and said, "How many times have I said that smoking is not allowed here."
The girl didn't answer.
Lu Yueming was looking at her when someone suddenly called him.
"Lu Yueming," the person said with a smile, holding two bottles of mineral water in his hand, "what a coincidence."
When Lu Yueming looked back and saw him, he was taken aback. This was the squad leader who came to apologize to them that day, Qiu Hu.
Without waiting for Lu Yueming to ask questions, Qiu Hu explained first, "I'll play with my uncle today."
All the family members of Jixun employees have the right to visit the company, but only one at a time.
"...Oh." Lu Yueming seemed to understand something and asked, "Do you come here often?"
Qiu Ar nodded, squinting and smiling: "I will come occasionally during the holidays."
In this case, it's not surprising that he recognized Yang Molai that day, but the mysterious tone of this person's words made it inevitable to be misunderstood.
At this time, the girl took off her glasses and stepped down from the seat, reaching for the water in Qiu Arc's hand.
Lu Yueming is seventeen years old, a little over 1.8 meters tall, still growing taller, not short for his peers.
Only then did Lu Yueming realize that the girl was taller than him.
His eyes were drawn to her, and he could see her eyebrows clearly. Even after the heavy makeup, his outstanding foundation could still be seen, like finely crafted and flawless porcelain.
Lu Yueming was stunned for a while for inexplicable... Feeling a little familiar, Mi Shu called out to him and handed over the VR equipment, and Lu Yueming came to his senses.
The girl who had just unscrewed the bottle cap felt his gaze, looked over and smiled.
Lu Yueming blinked and called out in a panic, "Hello, sister."
The girl drank half of the water and stuck it in her cheeks: "."
Qiu Arc: "..."
Mishu burst out laughing.
Lu Yueming realized that his wording seemed wrong, and murmured, "Then... sister...sister."
The girl sighed and smiled, took a sip of the cigarette between her fingers, walked over, and took Lu Yueming's hand - the hand has distinct knuckles and tattoos engraved on the skin...
Put it on your chest.
"Will you give it a try?"
It was a lazy male voice with a smile.
Lu Yueming: "."
Qiu Hu squeezed the remaining bottle of mineral water, raised his forehead awkwardly, and introduced with a smile: "That... This is my uncle, I thought you knew..."
What he touched was the texture of plastic foam, but Lu Yueming's ears were all red. He avoided the man's smiling eyes and called out, "... ah?"
Mi Shu's laughter was very wild, and only then did he explain: "This is Mu Liusu."
Lu Yueming remembered why it was familiar. He had seen it on the live broadcast of Han Shiyu's house sweeping and Xu Jia's autographed photo.
"Where did you get this little cutie from?" Liu Mu's voice was full of laziness. He took advantage of the opportunity to hook Lu Yueming's chin, and put the cigarette in his hand in the ashtray. Ask Mishu with interest.
Mi Shu: "This is Yang's beloved disciple."
"Yo," Liu Mu glanced at Lu Yueming and said, "Brother Mo plans to wash his hands in a golden basin?"
The blush on Lu Yueming's ears, who had recovered from the embarrassment, hadn't faded yet. Seeing his face that was extremely inconsistent with his voice was awkward, he finally apologized.
Qiu A smiled and said, "It's alright, this only shows that uncle is not popular enough."
Liu Mu slapped his nephew on the back of the head, picked up the VR device he just took off, tilted his head towards Lu Yueming, and said, "Come on, my sister will teach you how to play games."
Lu Yueming: "..."
Now even the neck is red.
The group was joking when Mi Shu called.
She said hello, walked to the quiet corner with no one, and connected.
"Hey, Mr. Han... Well, Lu Yueming has received it, and everything is going well here..." Mi Shu paused and frowned, "Ah, what?"
She said, "Why do you want to push back the trip? Is something wrong?"
After listening to Han Shiyu on the other side, Mi Shu twitched the corner of his mouth.
…
Yang Han went to Liu Zuoye's house to play for a while, and was about to go home when he received a call from Han Lang.
Yang Han: "Hello, grandma."
Han Lang said, "Yang Yang, where are you, I'll pick you up."
Yang Han smiled and said: "No need, Dad is with me, I'll just give him a call..."
Han Lang said, "...your father's foot was stabbed."
Yang Han: "."
"I got it at the entrance of the mall," Han Lang said. "Just finished bandaging, at my house."
Yang Han: "... ok, I'll take a taxi by myself."
She knew that someone who didn't pay attention would stumble at the door, but the one who won the lottery was Han Shiyu.
…
"Yang Yang asked what you want to eat," Han Lang said to Han Shiyu as he typed in the message, "She said she came over and brought it to you on the way."
Han Shiyu put an elastic bandage on one foot, resting it on the chair, and flexed the other leg. Elbows resting on knees, cheeks resting. He said, "I'm just thankful that you let her come back intact."
Han Lang: "Are you sure you don't?"
Han Shiyu compromised: "Then bring some fruit back."
Han Lang sent a message to Yang Han, and in the process, his expression couldn't be concealed, and there were even a few laughs that were accidentally revealed.
"Mom," Han Shiyu turned to look at her, his tone was flat and revealed a loveless breath, "Why are you in such a bright mood."
After answering an OK from the other side, Han Lang closed the chat interface. She raised her phone, took a picture of Han Shiyu's graceful gesture, saved the photo and said, "I'll send it to Momo, let's have fun together."
Han Shiyu: "..."
He hurriedly grabbed the phone and said, "Don't! Mom, sister, beauty, please don't."
Han Lang held the phone far away, gently pushed his son back, and said, "Go back and sit."
Han Shiyu had to be obedient, and went back to sit down dejectedly, looking at her pitifully.
"Have the two of you been in conflict again?" Han Lang was usually rather unsmiling, but he seemed to be very happy today. Looking at Han Shiyu, he couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth. She said, "What are you afraid of? It's just that you can't put your face down. You can talk to him about it. Can't you clear it up?"
Han Shiyu: "Huh?"
Han Lang smiled and said, "Old Yang told me about you."
Hearing Lao Yang, Han Shiyu, who was at a loss, suddenly climbed up with a familiar ominous meaning behind him.
Han Lang snorted again, covered his mouth with his fist, cleared his throat, put his expression straight, patted Han Shiyu on the shoulder, and said, "...I really didn't expect you to be so promising."
Han Shiyu: "."