The next day in Old Man Lin's class, Young Master Fried Hair entered the classroom yawning and sat down on the stool.
"water."
I'm your maid
"water."
Zhu Yun honestly handed over a bottle of mineral water. After Li Xun finished drinking, he managed to regain his energy and turned on the computer.
"I want to ask for a few days off." Zhu Yun said.
"What are you doing?"
"Something."
"What's up?"
"Why do you care so much?"
Li Xun scanned her up and down.
"Period?"
"..."
Li Xun said generously, "Okay, I'll give you a paid vacation."
The conversation seemed to go well.
As a result, that night, when Zhu Yun was researching Baoke's project in her bedroom, she received a call from Li Xun.
Zhu Yun discovered this characteristic of Li Zhuangyuan when he was at the base. His contacts rarely send text messages and almost never use chat tools. He thinks that is too inefficient. Whoever he wants to talk to, just call him directly, and if he doesn't answer, he will die.
Zhu Yun first drank water to moisten her throat—"Hello?"
"Come out." He said in a low voice.
"Now?" Zhu Yun looked outside and said, "It's very late."
"I'm downstairs in your dormitory. I'll give you a minute." After speaking, he hung up the phone.
I still have to change clothes, one minute, you let me jump off the building
Zhu Yun weighed the clothes and Li Xun for three seconds, and then went downstairs in her pajamas.
Li Xun was waiting by the milk tea shop at the entrance of the dormitory building.
It was already dark, and the weak lights of the milk tea shop were not enough to dispel the low air pressure around Li Xun. Zhu Yun walked over, and Boss Li spoke five meters away—
"The brain squeezed the door?"
"..."
Can you speak well.
The combination of the yellow-haired monster and the girl in pajamas was too eye-catching, and Zhu Yun couldn't resist the eyes of her classmates. She went over and whispered to Li Xun, "Go, go to the side."
Li Xun followed her to the bush.
There are no lights here, only moonlight.
And the fire... Li Xun lit a cigarette, and the orange smoke was bright and dark.
"Tell me what you think?" he asked again.
There is a moon in the sky, silver and beautiful.
…but not bright enough.
"Are you still laughing?" Li Xun stared at her.
Zhu Yun quickly shook her head with a serious expression.
Li Xun had enough scolding, and went straight to the point: "Zhang Xiaobei asked you to make something?"
Zhu Yun nodded, but was interrupted by Li Xun before she could speak—
"Pushed."
"...I have already agreed."
"I let you push!"
He was impatient, and Zhu Yun was not convinced.
"no."
"Do you dare not listen to me?"
"..."
Zhu Yun paused and said, "Li Xun."
"Um?"
"I think you have misunderstood something..."
"What am I misunderstanding?"
She kindly explained to him.
"You and I... are classmates, and there is no superior-subordinate relationship between us." Zhu Yun reasoned with him calmly. "Although I respect your leadership position in the base, we have no verbal agreement, and no labor contract. To be honest, I really don't think you have a good reason—" She looked at him, "Let me listen to you."
Quiet.
silence.
Then be quiet.
Then silence.
In the end, in the dead silence, Li Xun put his hands on his waist and said flatly, "So we are in an equal relationship?"
Zhu Yun nodded.
Yes that's right, equal relationships, equality between men and women, long live equality.
…but could you not go any further.
Li Xun was wearing a black close-fitting sportswear with a stand-up collar, like a razor blade. He was naked and terrifying. Zhu Yun's soft light yellow pajamas had no offensive power in front of him.
He stepped forward seemingly casually, but forced Zhu Yun to retreat, and stuck to the bushes on the side of the road, one branch after another pressed against her back, like soldiers holding 18 kinds of weapons against her together ,ask-
"Are we in an equal relationship?" He lowered his head and said again.
He was so close that the moon was blocked.
All right…
ok ok ok.
I admit you may be a little bit taller than me so... a little bit...
After Zhu Yun confessed, she slandered again. This kind of person who takes advantage of her gender and height is really shameful.
Li Xun wanted to say something, but in an instant, Zhu Yun saw a person passing across the path. She didn't give Li Xun a chance to speak, and shouted at the back with lightning speed: "Juliet!"
Everyone: "..."
Zhu Yun pushed Li Xun: "Look, Juliet, your Juliet is out of class." She pointed back vigorously, and Li Xun looked at her expressionlessly.
Zhu Yun didn't even know the name of Li Xun's new girlfriend. The deepest impression she left on Zhu Yun was the lyrics practice that day.
But this girl is also amazing, as soon as she heard Juliet, she knew it was her, so she ran over cheerfully.
"Li Xun!"
Taking advantage of Li Xun's turning around, Zhu Yun slipped out in a whoosh.
"Can you practice the lines with me again?" Juliet gripped Li Xun's arm and complained, "The Romeo assigned to me by the teacher is too short, and I can't even express my feelings!"
Zhu Yun said from the side: "Well, you guys go to practice, I will go back too."
Li Xun looked at her with a nonchalant smile.
Juliet hugged Li Xun: "OK, let's go."
Li Xun: "Yes."
Juliet greeted Zhu Yun: "Then let's go first."
Zhu Yun bowed: "Have fun."
Li Xun left with his girlfriend.
Zhu Yun walked to the milk tea shop and turned around.
They blend into the back of the night, so gentle and light.
How do you say the lines
Forgive me, it was the night that revealed the secret of my heart, don't take my promise as shameless frivolity.
The first time Zhu Yun went to Zhang Xiaobei's laboratory, it felt like a labor workshop.
As long as Han Jiakang and others have no special matters - such as helping Zhang Xiaobei to buy things, pick up express delivery, etc., they are strictly required to stay in the laboratory from eight to night... I don't know what time it is, the fixed mode is more stable than commuting to and from get off work.
In Zhang Xiaobei's mouth, the "good project for future development" is to develop a system for the municipal finance bureau to fill out the fixed asset report.
When Zhang Xiaobei was away, Han Jiakang secretly told Zhu Yun that the project was actually very good. The system has been half developed. The previous programmer from Baoke Company was temporarily transferred because of something, and no one was willing to take over the rest. .
Han Jiakang said contemptuously: "This kind of government project is basically a collection of public money. Whether it succeeds in the end depends entirely on whether the acceptance leader has managed it well."
He said to Zhu Yun: "Besides, it's not that the programmers over there really have something to do. They just dealt with the first round of inspections, and when the funds are obtained later, the Baoke people are not interested. Zhang Xiaobei has been hugging Baoke's thigh. Open your mouth, she has to take care of the mess."
Zhu Yun studied the code written by the previous programmer, and she felt that it was okay. Although it is not as perfect and powerful as Li Xun's code, it is still easy to understand and the quality is acceptable.
Wait... Zhu Yun interrupted her train of thought.
Has his standard reached the level of a ruler in her heart
It took two days for Zhu Yun to decipher the codes of the predecessors, and tried to sort out on his basis.
Zhang Xiaobei took time out of her busy schedule to watch her progress.
"Run and show me."
Now
Before Zhu Yun recovered, Zhang Xiaobei acted resolutely, decisively pressed the run button, and then said with a more serious expression, "Why are there more than ten errors and more than thirty warnings?"
Just as Zhu Yun was about to say something, she saw Han Jiakang winking at her behind her, so she shut up.
"The progress is not good, hurry up, quickly fix the errors and alarms, and run the code first."
After speaking, he left like a gust of wind.
There is an English class in the afternoon. Before class, Zhu Yun is scribbling on paper.
"It's fucking ugly."
Zhu Yun twitched and raised her eyes. Uncle Li sat next to her at some point.
In the past, they would only sit together in Mr. Lin's class. What's the situation today
Zhu Yun closed the doodle book just as the teacher entered the room for class.
Li Xun had no intention of attending the class at all. Zhu Yun can understand this. When she went to the base on the first day, she saw his desk full of original English programming books that were as thick as bricks that had been chewed.
When did he take the test for mathematics and English, and when did he get full marks.
Zhu Yun was lamenting the injustice of God in her heart, when Li Xun said, "How is it?"
"How about what?"
"You can die if you don't pretend to be stupid?"
"..."
Zhu Yun pursed her lips, and Li Xun asked in a low voice:
"How about it?"
"good."
He frowned, and Zhu Yun always felt that he was a little irritable. If this wasn't a class, he should have brought out the cigarette long ago.
"Just tell me if you have any questions."
"no problem."
"Do you need any help?"
"Need not."
Li Xun glanced at her, Zhu Yun raised his eyebrows at him, he didn't know what to think, snorted, laughed and cursed: "Damn it..."
Your mental activities don't seem to be less than mine, Zhu Yun secretly said.
Zhu Yun didn't try to be brave. In fact, she really didn't need to help, because she didn't intend to make a good use of that ghost system at all.
Especially after asking Zhang Xiaobei a few questions and making it clear that she didn't know anything about the project, Zhu Yun raced across Nanshan and wrote happily.
Han Jiakang said that Zhang Xiaobei hates being lazy the most, so one of the characteristics of her inspection program is that the more lines, the happier she is.
Happy to hear.
So Zhu Yun's speed was like riding a rocket, submitting more than n files a day, pulling down the system stability of the original program with all his might.
She used the most cumbersome logic to write and applied the most disgusting templates. Within three days, the entire system had become like a minefield. It seemed to be working normally, but in fact it was all traps, without readability or scalability. to speak of.
Zhu Yun felt like vomiting after reading it.
But Zhang Xiaobei is happy.
The progress is fast enough, the number of lines is enough, and it can run.
It's perfect.
Then, after a few days of perfection, disaster struck.
One day when Zhu Yun went to the laboratory, she found that the atmosphere was not right. Everyone's waist was bent lower than usual, their heads were buried deeper than usual, and the whole room was as quiet as a mortuary.
Han Jiakang passed by Zhu Yun and whispered, "Zhang Xiaobei was scolded by Baoke, you—"
There was the sound of clanging high-heeled shoes in the corridor, Han Jiakang's face turned pale, and he went back without finishing his sentence.
Zhang Xiaobei pushed the door open, walked straight to Zhu Yun, and slammed a stack of materials for an unknown project on the table.
She pointed at Zhu Yun's nose, and said sharply in front of the whole lab:
"Tell me what you're writing about!"