Chapter 139 Beating the Rat

"Old Shen, is what you just said accurate?"

After thinking silently for a while, Feng Moquan couldn't help but ask again.

Shen Kang said, "Didn't I tell you? I was just making things up. I just saw everyone was a bit bored, so I made up a story to relieve the boredom. Now, aren't you less bored and more cheerful?"

Feng Moquan pointed out the contradictions in his words: "You just said it was your friend who said it, not that you were making it up."

Shen Kang clapped his hands. "See? I've been rambling on and on. Aren't I just talking nonsense?"

Feng Moquan thought about it and agreed, but he couldn't help but wonder if he should just hold off on confessing his feelings for now?

He originally planned to confess his feelings to Zhong Lin when he gave her the MP4, feeling that based on their recent chats, the confession was almost a sure thing.

But after listening to Shen Kang's rambling, Feng Moquan couldn't help but feel a little uneasy. He felt it would be better to wait until their relationship progressed further before confessing. He decided to just give the MP4 as a regular gift.

Seeing that Feng Moquan was lost in thought, Shen Kang ignored him and turned around to post on Xianyu.com, selling trial vouchers for five yuan each, and still using Feng Moquan's phone number. Since Feng Moquan wanted to work for him again, he naturally used Feng Moquan's phone number.

After listing the product, Shen Kang told Feng Moquan, "Old Feng, I've listed the product. It's a trial voucher for five yuan a piece. I left your phone number. Besides selling the vouchers, can you also keep an eye on those trial vouchers on Xianyu.com? Buy them all if they're under five yuan, even four yuan and ninety cents. If you don't have enough money, just call me."

Feng Moquan snapped out of his thoughts and, after listening, couldn't help but say, "How about I just send out information about products that accept coupons?"

Shen Kang shook his head, "No need to send it. Just look at the product information yourself, and buy all the ones under five yuan."

Feng Moquan didn't say anything more: "Alright."

After finishing all that, it was soon time for our nightly family game time again.

Shen Kang went online and leveled up and fought monsters as usual. When the time came, the family of four teamed up to play chess, and he would bicker with Zhou Man in the team from time to time.

After finishing their chess game, the four of them prepared to hunt down bandits.

Shen Kang's game friend list lit up; someone had sent a message. He opened it with a shortcut key and saw it was "Unknown Box," which was Xiao Bonian.

"Shen Kang, thank you."

Shen Kang was a little puzzled: In "Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils", there are two ways to chat: one is to chat in the chat box, and the other is to chat through the friend list.

After the four of them team up, they usually open a chat window in team mode, and the chat content is visible to everyone in the team.

Chatting with friends is usually used when four people aren't in a team. Xiao Bonian was basically whispering to himself, but the whisper turned out to be a sudden and inexplicable thank you to himself?

"Professor Xiao, what happened?" Shen Kang replied via his friend list.

The Unknown Box: "I got that Chinese NLP project."

Shen Kang's lips curled into a smile; he was genuinely happy for Xiao Bonian. "Congratulations!"

Xiao Bonian sat on one side of the open-plan study at Shenlan Waterfront, looking at the message sent by Shen Kang without replying, just watching quietly.

The decision to appoint him as the leader of this Chinese NLP program was made today. Prior to this, something else happened at Yangdali.

Li Su received another project from Shen Kang. Because Li Su was busy, he found several other students from Yang University to do it.

When Xiao Bonian heard about this, he asked Shen Kang about it during his nightly game time. Shen Kang replied that he ran a board game shop at Yangko University of Science and Technology and needed a customized, simple management software.

Family, first project, second project —

The sequence of events connected in Xiao Bonian's mind—perhaps, as Shen Kang said, it was like adding chips to one side of a balance scale, accumulating chip by chip until it led to today's result.

That's why Xiao Bonian specifically thanked Shen Kang.

"What are you thinking about?"

Zhou Man's voice came from the side.

The two of them were sitting on opposite sides of one corner of the open desk, with a laptop in front of each of them.

Since the start of the nightly game time, the two of them have been sitting here playing games every night.

At first, the two sat facing each other, but Zhou Man wasn't familiar with online games. Although Xiao Bonian didn't play games much either, he picked it up very quickly and soon became proficient in the game. He even wrote a small screen capture program to perform some simple alternative operations.

Therefore, Xiao Bonian would often explain things that Zhou Man didn't understand. This made it inconvenient to sit face-to-face, so the two sat close together, which also made it easier for Xiao Bonian to lean over and point at the screen for Zhou Man.

"Your people aren't moving," Zhou Man explained, then looked at Xiao Bonian and asked, "Are you having trouble at work?"

Xiao Bonian also came to his senses, "No—"

He didn't want to talk about it—if Shen Kang hadn't found out about it from Li Su, he wouldn't have told Shen Kang either. But seeing Zhou Man staring at him, he started to deny it, but then suddenly realized that it was a happy thing to talk about, and it would be good to share the joy.

So he smiled and changed the subject, "It's not troublesome at all; on the contrary, it's a happy occasion. Do you remember what I told you about Chinese NLP before?"

Zhou Man brushed a strand of hair that had fallen in front of her eyes. "I remember, Natural Language Processing, the foundation of Chinese natural language processing."

Xiao Bonian was somewhat surprised. "You still remember?" He remembered that he had only used this as an example once when he was chatting with Zhou Man on He Qiuzhu's birthday.

Zhou Man rolled her eyes at him. Because she was beautiful and charming, she said, "Please, I'm not senile."

"I only mentioned it once in casual conversation. You don't even work in this field, yet you remember that. Your memory is really good."

Zhou Man said with some pride, "That's right, I even won a mental arithmetic competition in elementary school."

Xiao Bonian: "What does this have to do with memory?"

"—So why did you bring up Chinese NLP?"

"Oh, by the way. Our Yang University has a joint project with three universities—"

In the game, in the chat box that only displayed team chat content and muted all other channels, Luwei Weiwei asked: "Why aren't you guys moving?"

Lu Weiwei asked softly, "Shen Kang, why aren't they moving?"

A smile that could topple cities: "Maybe a big rat jumped out of the house, and Mr. Zhou was so scared that he jumped onto the table. Professor Xiao is catching the rat."

Lu Weiwei: "Aunt Zhang cleans the house so often, how come there are mice?"

A smile that could topple cities: "Who says cleaning the house will prevent mice? Otherwise, why would anyone sell mouse traps?"

Lu Weiwei said, "But I've never seen a mouse in my house."

A smile that could topple cities: "They only come out when you're asleep. Maybe some rats have already climbed onto your bed and bitten you while you were sleeping."

Lu Weiwei cried out, "Ah! No!"

A smile that could topple cities: "Since you're just idling around anyway, come here and let me chop you up."

A smile that could topple cities: "Damn it, it means I should cut you, not that you should cut me!"

The next morning, Shen Kang got up early, went to A9 to drive his car out, sent a text message to He Qiuzhu, and then drove directly to the entrance of Dormitory No. 3.

At the entrance of Dormitory Station No. 3, as always, a few scattered boys were gathered, either waiting for their girlfriends or bringing them breakfast. Perhaps because the National Day holiday was approaching and they would soon face a short separation, there were even more people than usual, as if they all wanted to take advantage of the last bit of time to be together.

When they saw a BMW driving by, the boys all moved aside.

One of the boys muttered, "What a rich bastard, so arrogant, driving right up to the dorm manager's office."

A boy not far away said to another boy, "Don't these older men usually wait outside the school gate to pick up girls? Why did this one just drive in? Can cars from outside just drive in like that?"

The boy next to him, carrying a bag of breakfast, said, "I guess this guy isn't here to pick up girls; he probably has a sugar daddy on campus, so he's managed to get an access pass so he can drive in."

The guy who hadn't mentioned breakfast was a little surprised: "Really? There are actually girls who are kept by sugar daddies? I thought it was just something people made up."

The boy carrying breakfast scoffed, "What's so special about that? I have a buddy of mine, and the girl he likes is being kept by some old man. One day, he arrogantly drove his car in to pick her up, and even got out to open the door for her. She looked to be over thirty, old and bald. My friend happened to see it, and his heart broke—"

The other boys also looked at the car with hostility.

Even though they all had girlfriends, people still subconsciously looked down on this old, bald guy who just used his money to pick up girls at school and taint love with money.

Just then, a girl walked out of Dormitory No. 3. She had exquisitely beautiful features, an aloof expression, and wore a white dress that made her look like an ethereal fairy.

The boys were all stunned at first glance, but their eyes immediately fell on the BMW, and they became even more furious and heartbroken: What's wrong with this world? How could even such a beautiful celestial being have fallen!

Just then, the BMW stopped, the window rolled down, and a young, handsome face appeared inside. He said to a boy beside the car, "Hey Lao Ou, here to deliver breakfast?"

The boy next to the car was Ouyang Yu, carrying breakfast. However, unlike other boys who carried one breakfast, Ouyang Yu probably brought four breakfasts, judging from the bulging plastic bag. For a moment, Shen Kang thought he had traveled to the future and was seeing a food delivery guy.

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