"11,,1,11^..." Su Yuyang muttered words while typing on the keyboard.
Ling Miao leaned over and listened, oh, Su Yuyang was complaining there. If Ling Miao didn't know the reason for Su Yuyang's resentment, he would probably think that Su Yuyang had a grudge against "11".
Last night, Ling Miao took away Su Yuyang's cell phone. After posting the Weibo edited by Su Yuyang, he retweeted it using Su Yuyang's account and wrote "Celebrating the 11th tomorrow." 11 more updates! Su Yuyang looked at his manuscript, then at his paws, and then at Ling Miao's cunning face. He suddenly felt that the whole world was dark.
Shumeng, Tofu: Wait for Shuda’s 11th update today.
Doufu announced the good news in the group.
Shumeng, Little Apple: 11th update? What 11 updates
Shumeng, Doufu: Shuda posted on Weibo yesterday that there will be 11 updates today.
Shumeng, Huluwa: 11 updates? It's not Singles' Day.
Shumeng, Tofu: [Picture]
Doufu threw the screenshots and accompanying pictures of Su Yuyang's Weibo into the group, and the group immediately became excited, with many divers getting excited.
Book alliance, missing: Hong Hongguoguo’s show of affection, heartbroken [crying]
Ling Miao watched the group chat leisurely and told Su Yuyang the group news from time to time. Although Su Yuyang had his headphones plugged in to listen to music, Ling Miao's words still reached his ears. Su Yuyang would get distracted from time to time and could not pick up his speed.
"Hey, Shuda, a girl is crying in the group, saying that your Weibo post yesterday stimulated her."
Su Yuyang didn't respond to Ling Second. He tapped the keyboard faster and faster, sparks flying from his fingertips and keys.
Su Yuyang now deeply understands the meaning of "trouble comes from the mouth" - Ling Miao's 11th update, isn't it just teaching him a lesson
He said the wrong thing quickly and his paws were tortured. There was no resentment in Su Yuyang's heart, and he still felt sweet. Ling Miao is so angry, doesn't it mean that he only has himself in his heart? Thinking of this, Su Yuyang became very motivated. 11 is nothing, and 21 is not afraid!
Of course, Su Yuyang would not let Ling Miao know what he was thinking, otherwise Ling Miao would give him a 21st update on Weibo and he would still be crying.
"Xiao Miao, aren't you going to code?" Su Yuyang finished coding a chapter and was about to take a break before fighting again. Seeing that Ling Miao was so leisurely that he forgot what he still had to do, he couldn't help but remind him.
Ling Miao said nonchalantly: "Anyway, the updates have been discontinued, and I won't be able to get perfect attendance this month. I will update next month." Seeing Su Yuyang write another chapter, Ling Miao stretched out and said, "I've written it. How much, send it to me and I will revise it.”
"You kid." Su Yuyang smiled contentedly, and then sent the manuscript to Ling Miao.
"Damn, you only wrote three chapters in two hours. I'm sorry for your speed of 8,000 per hour!" Ling Miao said in surprise.
Su Yuyang blinked and tried to squeeze out two tears. He wiped away his tears and said, "There are always people who interfere with my thinking. Ten thousand words in two hours is pretty good."
Ling Miao said hello in the group and disappeared, but Su Yuyang clicked on the group message.
After reading today's chat history, Su Yuyang smiled helplessly: "Ling Miao is quite cute."
After lunch, Su Yuyang continued to code. Ling Miao did not disturb him. He seemed to be worried that if he continued to harass Su Yuyang, Su Yuyang would not be able to complete today's update.
Without Ling Miao's interference, Su Yuyang's coding speed increased significantly, but he was still not satisfied, so he asked people to spell in the spelling group. Unexpectedly, everyone was so tortured by his tentacles that they dared not accept the challenge.
"Let's spell." Ling Miao took off his headphones and said.
"OK."
With his lover by his side, Su Yuyang felt like he had gained two pounds of chicken blood and finished a chapter in minutes.
"It's finally done." Su Yuyang looked at his trembling paws and let out a long sigh.
Ling Miao stepped forward and held Su Yuyang's hand, and said distressedly: "If I had known, I would have just written 10."
Su Yuyang almost spat out a mouthful of blood. He forced a smile and said, "I can still bear the 11th update. Besides, isn't 11th a lifetime?"
"Eleven is still a bachelor." Ling Miao let go of Su Yuyang's hand, but his own hand was grabbed by Su Yuyang. Su Yuyang held Ling Miao's hand, looked up at Ling Miao, and said softly: "11 is actually the promise you gave me, right? I will accompany you for the rest of my life."
Ling Miao's cheeks were slightly red. He lowered his head and did not dare to look directly into Su Yuyang's eyes, as if he was shy as if his thoughts had been seen through. However, Ling Miao would admit it. He said harshly: "What a lifetime? I still have decades to live. Maybe I will find someone better than you in the future..."
"Uh-huh?" Su Yuyang's "uh-huh" was clearly made through his nose, and it was full of threats. Ling Miao stopped talking in time, and he smiled flatteringly and said: "It's a bit difficult to find someone better than you, but you will be fine. By the way, you can rest for a while, and I will revise the manuscript."
Su Yuyang gave up his seat, and Ling Miao revised the manuscript on Su Yuyang's computer.
After repairing and repairing, Ling Miao was almost crushed to death by the black line on his forehead. He turned around to complain about Su Yuyang, but saw Su Yuyang lying on the bed, seemingly asleep.
Sighing, Ling Miao lamented the misery of life while correcting those inexplicable typos. What troubled Ling Miao the most was that Su Yuyang used five strokes, and some discordant characters could only be modified at his own discretion based on the content before and after.
Su Yuyang was really tired. As soon as his head hit the bed, his eyes closed. When he opened his eyes, the sky was already dark.
"Small seconds."
Su Yuyang's muffled voice came, and Ling Miao turned around and asked, "Are you hungry? What do you want to eat? I'll do it."
"Fried rice or noodles are fine."
"You wait." Ling Miao turned around and went to the kitchen. Su Yuyang glanced at the monitor and found that Ling Miao was coding.
"Obviously I have a lot of things to do, but you still help me edit the manuscript." The corners of Su Yuyang's mouth slightly raised, and his shallow smile revealed his inner joy.
Within a few minutes, Ling Miao came back with the fragrant egg fried rice.
Su Yuyang smelled the aroma and swallowed unconsciously, his eyes were like those of a hungry wolf seeing the sheep. Ling Miao smiled and said, "Looking at you, people who don't know would think I've been starving you for days."
"I'm really hungry." Su Yuyang rubbed his stomach aggrievedly.
After taking the fried rice from Ling Miao, Su Yuyang immediately devoured it.
Ling Miao stared at Su Yuyang, with a heartfelt smile on his face, but there was sadness in the smile, and he gradually fell into memories.
In just a few minutes, Su Yuyang had wiped out all the fried rice on the plate, leaving not even a grain of rice left.
Su Yuyang raised his head and met Ling Miao's sad eyes, and his heart sank.
At some point, Ling Miao came back to his senses and recalled: "My mother's cooking skills are not very good, but she likes to cook for my father. My father dislikes my mother's cooking, every time I ate in a hurry and went back to the bedroom, but my mother was very happy..." Ling Miao didn't finish his words, he didn't have the courage to finish.
"Tomorrow, take me to see your mother." Su Yuyang took Ling Miao and said softly.