Everyone is ancient

Dongfang Ling was not able to participate in the conversation in the chat room at the very beginning.

One is because he still doesn’t understand some of the contents of the chat room, especially those abbreviations and code names, but fortunately, Dongfang Ling, who has made a set of code words himself, has good association skills, and he will be able to basically understand the conversations of those people soon .

The second is because Dongfang Ling's typing speed can chat with the middle-aged old lady who is handwriting input, and the speaking speed of this group of people in the chat room is the same as the rhythm master's difficult level.

Often when Dongfang Ling finally finishes typing a sentence, the previous topic has already passed.

The opportunity for Dongfang Ling to successfully participate in the group chat was a recent incident: Mr. B, who often posted photos of himself in a short skirt in the group, was harassed by his boss.

Mr. B: I am really going to be pissed off!Damn that salty pig's hand actually came to lift my skirt! ╰hi╯

Mr. B: And more than once, if it weren’t for the good salary of this job, I would have killed him with a knife (`炸)

Mr. A: Isn't it because of the handsome brother in the same department?

Mr. B: Don’t mention that trash to me. It’s useless to see me being harassed. I suspect that the ones I pulled out are bigger than him ヽ(｀⌒).

The second half of Mr. B's sentence, Dongfang Ling only regarded it as a girl's angry words, after all, he already had a little taste of the occasional unrestrained girls in this era.

Although he doesn't like girls like Mr. B who speak wild words, Dongfang Ling thinks that bosses who use their positions to harass them are not good things.

It's just self-important trash.

Because Mr. B is very popular in the group, many people came out to comfort Mr. B. Dongfang Ling finally had the opportunity to post what he had been typing for a long time.

Ling: I have a way to deal with him.

Everyone swiped the screen quickly, asking him to speak quickly.

Dongfang Ling lay in the memo for a long time: My typing speed is a bit slow, so I speak slowly.Copy and pasted into the chat box.

The people in the chat room also cooperatively told him not to worry.

Then Dongfang Ling began to advise Mr. B with his rich experience in political and palace struggles.

The people in the chat room were stunned.

Mr. B: Brother Ling, good means.

Mr. B: ORZ, there is nothing to repay, and the chrysanthemum will give you a day.

Dongfang Ling didn't figure out what ORZ meant at first, but he didn't realize it until he saw the second half of the sentence, and then frowned and sent a message in the chat room.

Dongfang Ling: Shameless!

How could women in this era be so unrestrained, without any sense of shame, saying such things to a big man like him.

Dongfang Ling, who felt that his eyes were filthy, even felt that even Yu Duo was much more reserved than these women!

Yu Duo, who was playing a game, noticed Dongfang Ling's gaze, and stiffened his body uncomfortably, and almost missed a head.

"Sorry." Yu Duo lowered his voice and apologized in a low voice.

The reason why he lowered his voice was completely different from what Dongfang Ling thought, it was just because he felt awkward talking on the mic when other people were around.

After Dongfang Ling sorted out his mood, the content of the chat in the chat room had extended to the direction of guessing Dongfang Ling's identity.

Mr. D: Is Ling the official writer of Dianjia?This kind of interlocking strategy is too wonderful.

Mr. A: Probably not, just now he said that he typed slowly, so it must be impossible for him to be a codewriter (｀0)

Dongfang Ling learned a new word: Dianjiashushou.

With a slightly disdainful attitude, Dongfang Ling searched the relevant webpages, wanting to know what kind of outstanding literati can be as famous as himself.

After groping to enter the website, Dongfang Ling roughly judged his goal based on the entries and titles, and chose the one that ranked first.

how to say……

Although some schemes are a little naive to Dongfang Ling, but... they are pretty good.

Especially the articles with the label of cool articles, Dongfang Ling secretly scoffed at such articles, and kept pointing to the next chapter.

Some villains are so simple in thinking that people wonder if there is a real murderer behind the scenes, he is just a pawn.

But cool is really cool.

When Dongfang Ling experienced the charm of online literature, Lu Bo was still running on the playground.

When Lu Bo was serious, he was unexpectedly more conscious than many people. When the time came, he took his sportswear and called Gong Xichuan, who insisted on exercising every day, to the playground, no matter how enthusiastic the chat with his classmates was before.

The people at the back table tried to persuade Lu Bo to stay in a rogue manner: "Don't go, let's chat for a while!"

"Yes, I will run with you later!"

Lu Bo smiled and refused: "No, I have already made an appointment with our classmate Gong Xichuan."

Knowing that Gong Xichuan didn't like the character of getting along with irrelevant people, Lu Bo didn't need Gong Xichuan to express his opinion at all, and very smoothly pretended to be a fool who only loved his concubine, said goodbye to his classmates with a smile, and then went out with Gong Xichuan classroom.

At times like this, Gong Xichuan felt a strange feeling in his heart.

The hustle and bustle in the classroom has almost nothing to do with him, he doesn't want to participate in meaningless chats, and his not-so-approachable appearance makes it almost impossible for others to take the initiative to contact him.

But at this moment, the liveliest factor walked beside him willingly, and Little Huo Miao eagerly shared her own warmth with him, and only with him.

After arriving at the playground, Gong Xichuan watched Lu Bo who was running.

It has been several days since I heard Lu Bo's various excuses. Instead, Lu Bo's breathing gradually became smoother and his posture became more stretched during the running process.

After running, Lu Bo still hangs soullessly on the railing like clothes that have been repeatedly scrubbed by the washing machine, but the way he speaks has changed from a state of dying to a state of being transferred out of the ICU.

"How many...huh, minutes?"

"Six minutes and 25 seconds." A not too impressive result, but for Lu Bo who couldn't even run down at the beginning, it was already a big improvement.

Hearing this, Lu Bo, who was hanging on the railing, raised his hand with difficulty, and stretched out two trembling fingers.

It seemed that she was extremely tired, so she could only silently make a gesture of "Yeah", revealing a silent cuteness.

So cute that Gong Xichuan also raised his hand in a strange way, made a gesture, and touched Lu Bo's two fingers like a high five.

Score at the touch of a button.

Both of them stayed where they were.

Gong Xichuan was a little stunned, how could he do such a naive thing.

Lu Bo, on the other hand, looked like a classic car filled with gas, exhausted but full of vitality: "I think our friendship has taken another step forward!"

At their feet, two ants passing by on the lawn touched each other's slender black antennae to show their friendship.