Paranoid boss wants to confess to me again

Chapter 100 What exactly does a pen mean?
Although some things seem normal, but if you think about it deeply, you will find that those things are not that simple.

Nanwen is not all grass and trees, but he always cares about things that may be very interesting to investigate, because in this way, isn't it possible to consume all the boring time?

Nanwen can indeed be regarded as boring, after all, all he can do on weekdays is to do some things that he doesn't like very much in this campus, although he doesn't mind wasting time on these things.

Nan Jingran left, maybe he went out to deal with work matters, Nan Wen didn't ask but he didn't go back to that home, because it was too deserted to live in such a big house by himself, and there was no one who could let him go back It doesn't make much sense to go back.

Nan Wen turned on the lights in the dormitory, and turned on the computer. Surrounding Nan Wen were all kinds of equipment that looked a bit messy.

At first glance, it may look really messy, but if you look closely, you will find that the placement of these things is very regular.

And this rule is also related to the habit of the owner, and also related to the position where these things should stay.

Nan Wen casually picked up the paintbrush that seemed to be placed on the corner of the table by himself a few days ago, habitually turned the brush around in his hand, and then put it back to the original place.

After logging into the Weibo account, the number of private messages in the lower right corner has reached 999+.

After reading one by one, I finally posted a Weibo.

The paintbrush that was placed on the corner of the table just now, and some sundries on the table that stubbornly entered the country.

"share pictures".

Simple four words and a most common daily photo.

But at the moment it was sent out, there were already hundreds of comments forwarded.

While words vary, most are happy.

The daily life in Nanwen is really boring enough, but there are always some things I like, and those things that can be called hobbies are also willing to share with everyone.

Whether it is the most ordinary thing drawn with a brush and paper or a song written on a whim, it will always be posted on Weibo that no one knows in real life.

Of course, it’s not just Weibo that will be posted, international social software will also be sent out simultaneously after overcoming the firewall.

But they all have the same characteristic.

Nobody knows.

Indeed, Nanwen has his own account, but he won't tell anyone what he will post on the account. The reason why he does this seems to be just to let himself have the most peaceful little world.

These unknown people are not so much fans as friends with common hobbies.

Even if you don't know the other party's name, don't know the other party's personality, let alone the other party's appearance, but you have a very important fate, and you also have the same favorite things.

Somewhere thousands of miles away.

It was dark, and it seemed that there was extreme danger everywhere, but I didn't know where it was.

"Tsk, just such a pen? What does it mean? Has she lost her mind?"

None of the people in the room dared to answer this question, because no matter how they answered it, they would definitely die.

The man who was hiding in the darkness, but the silver mask on his face shone with a cold silver light spoke.

"I don't know, do I need to ask?"

(End of this chapter)