What is the purpose of learning God to be a network administrator?

Xu Zhencheng guessed the meaning by himself for a while, and felt that guessing was too annoying, so he simply took his mobile phone and wanted to ask Fan Zhe'an what the message meant.

He didn't often knock on Fan Zhe'an's door, he just pushed the door and walked in.At this moment, he also knocked symbolically, unscrewed the door and walked in.

The lights in the bedroom were not turned off, Fan Zhean changed into his pajamas, lay on the quilt, and seemed to have fallen asleep.Although the boy's figure was not wide, he was long, with long hands and long feet, and it took up half of the bed just lying down.

Xu Zhenzhen walked to the bed, folded his arms and leaned over to tease a cat, "Xiao Faner, are you asleep?"

Fan Zhe'an's head moved, revealing a tired eye, then shook his head, and said in a weak voice: "I haven't fallen asleep yet, what's the matter?"

Xu Zhenzhen frowned, touched Fan Zhean's forehead, and then touched his own.

My forehead is so hot!

It's no wonder that when eating dumplings just now, the child who usually eats a lot, put down his chopsticks after only eating a few.

"You are a little sick." Xu Zhencheng pushed him into the quilt, "Is it uncomfortable all day today? Why don't you go to the hospital to see."

Fan Zhe'an put the pillow under his head, "Fortunately, it didn't affect my brain to the extent."

Xu Zhenzhen thought it was funny, "If it really affects your brain, you won't have a place to cry, just lie down and I'll go find a thermometer."

This bedroom was originally a utility room, and there were many cardboard boxes containing all kinds of things that were used but not used.

Xu Zhencheng saw something strange in a cardboard box and was embarrassed to take it out.He turned a corner and took out the medicine box, which contained a mercury thermometer.

I took my body temperature with a thermometer and took a closer look.

37.4

Sure enough, I had a fever.

Xu Zhenzhen sighed and said, "Fortunately, it's not particularly high. I'll get you a glass of water, you take the medicine, sleep with the quilt in your hands, and see how tomorrow goes."

He went to the living room to get a cup of hot water. When he came back, he rummaged through the medicine box and found the antipyretics. After making sure that they were not expired, he broke two and put them in the palm of his hand.

"Get up, take the medicine before you die." Xu Zhencheng couldn't say anything good.

Fan Zhean sat up slowly, took the water glass and the medicine, and swallowed it in one gulp. When drinking water, his Adam's apple rolled up and down, coupled with the beautiful woman's weak appearance, she was very sexually tense, and Xu Chengxin, who was full of yellow eyes I want to drool.

"Boss Xu, are you okay?" Fan Zhe comforted his hot forehead, "We were all wet the night before yesterday..."

Xu Zhenzheng coughed twice and interrupted him, "It seems that something is wrong, I will drink two more packs of cold medicine later!"

Fan Zhe'an put his hand down, and touched Xu Zhencheng's forehead again.Xu Zhencheng paused, but didn't clap his hands away.

Fan Zhe'an forced a smile, "Boss Xu is in good health, as long as he is not sick."

"Don't yin and yang me," Xu Zhenzheng pushed him on the bed and covered him with the quilt, "Go to sleep quickly, don't go to the Internet cafe tomorrow."

Fan Zhean opened his eyes and looked at him, "I have a headache and can't sleep."

Xu Zhenzhen sat on the edge of the bed and said: "If you can't sleep, just count the sheep and the stars, cover the quilt tightly, cover your body with sweat, and you'll be fine tomorrow."

"I sleep and kick the quilt." Fan Zhe'an said, "And the more I count, the more awake I can count to the number in megabytes."

Xu Zhenzhen looked down at him and understood his little thoughts, "What do you want to say, kid?"

Fan Zhe'an said with a smile: "Boss Xu, I heard you tell Fufu a story, tell me a funny bedtime story too."

"I owe you! I'll tell you a story! I'm looking for a lottery!" Xu Zhengzheng raised his hand, "Are you three or four years old this year?"

Fan Zhe'an pulled up the quilt, covered half of his face, and looked at him with a pair of clear peach blossom eyes, making people unable to bear to do anything.

Xu Zhencheng took out a cigarette from the cigarette case, just smacked it for a while, worried that the child was sick, so he didn't light it.

Xu Zhenzhen held the cigarette between his fingers, "What do you want to hear, I warn you, my painting style is relatively dark, don't have nightmares after listening."

"I want to hear it." Fan Zhe'an pulled down the quilt again, seeing Xu Zhencheng had an idea, "Rapunzel."

Xu Zhenzhen put his hands on the bed, lifted his fingers lightly, and soon had an idea.

"In the past, don't worry about how many years ago, there was a princess with long hair in the castle. Well, at that time, the housing price of the castle should not be expensive, if it was one square meter..." Xu Zhencheng misplaced his focus, "It doesn't matter , anyway, the princess can't leave the castle because her hair is very precious."

Fan Zhean picked up a strand of his long hair and curled it around his index finger, "Is it such long hair?"

"Laozi's long hair is more precious, continue to listen to me." Xu Zhenzhen put the cigarette behind his ear, "but the princess is more rebellious, cut her long hair as a rope, and left the castle. When she arrived in a village, she met The little girl had no hair, and she envied the princess's hair. The princess promised to grow her hair with her, and keep her hair longer and longer."

"This seems to be different from the Rapunzel story I've heard." Fan Zhe'an commented after hearing it.

"It must be different, because this is what I think now, only this one is unique, and I won't be able to say it if you ask me to say it a second time."

"Did the princess meet the prince?"

"Why do you have to meet the prince? Have you been poisoned too much by the standard ending of fairy tales?" Xu Zhenzheng smiled, "Isn't it good for the princess to live a free life by herself?"

"It makes sense, so it's not the dark wind." Fan Zhe'an was still satisfied with what he heard, "Let's tell another story, I want to hear it."

"The stories in my head are all restricted-rated, do you still want to hear them?" Xu Zhenzhen put his hands on the bed, supported his upper body, tilted his head, and looked at Fan Zhe'an with a smile.

Fan Zhe'an pointed to his ear and said, "All ears."

Since the audience wanted to hear it, Xu Zhencheng started to perform.

"The story I like, first of all, two men must be tall and handsome, and then push each other down." Xu Zhenzhen recalled the male literature he had read, and described it as restrained as possible, "Tearing each other, entangled That kind of thing, it's best to fight."

Fan Zhean raised his eyelids, "Fight?"

"Oh, I should add an adjective to make it easier for you to understand." Xu Zhencheng thought of what he couldn't say, and chuckled, "When you fight on the bed, the sky is thunderous, but it must be a draw in the end."

"Can't one side win the other side?" Probably because Xu Zhenzhen's story was rather boring, Fan Zhe'an was a little sleepy, and blinked once in a while.

"It's no fun for one side to win the other side, evenly matched is the most interesting." Xu Zhenzhen put his hand on the back of his hand, and tapped his fingers lightly on the back of his hand like coaxing a child, "Go to sleep, kid, don't be curious about this all day long." Those who are curious about that, there is too much knowledge in this world, you don’t need to learn it all.”

Xu Zhenzhen looked at the desk lamp, contemplated for a while, and then went to look at Fan Zhe'an. He was already in a deep sleep, and his feverish face was pathologically ruddy.

Xu Zhencheng turned off the desk lamp, leaned over in the dark, and pressed his forehead against his forehead, and the warm touch spread into his body.Xu Zhenzhen said angrily: "Children, if you can not be gay, don't be gay. This road is too difficult. I won't tease you in the future. Although my brother is very good, handsome and has personality, don't fall in love with him." Brother!"

Xu Chengcheng knows that he is a paper tiger, strong on the outside and cowardly on the inside, and he is serious about something, but he is too cowardly to say it in person when some seemingly simple words are said.For example, let Xu Zhencheng tell Fan Zhe'an what he said just now, rather than let him dig a grave with three bedrooms and one living room.

Xu Zhenzhen carefully closed the door, and the room was dark.

Fan Zhe'an turned around, picked up the mobile phone that was charging, resisted sleepiness, opened it, and typed a string of words.

Recently, it is rare for Sincere Internet Cafe to hold an event. This event was organized on a temporary basis because the boss was out of work.

Xu Chengxin has recently fallen in love with the shooting game he liked in the early years again, and has scored on the scoreboard. The activity he does is, if anyone in the Internet cafe can score on the scoreboard, he can play in the sincerity Internet cafe for free for a month, including drinks.

It sounds exciting, but few people really care.

First, as the times change, fewer people play that shooting game.Second, most of the players are mortals. The scoreboard that Xu Zhencheng mentioned is the list of fighting with gods, and you must have excellent skills to win.

Most people play for a thrill, not a technique.

Xu Zhenzhen is as lonely as snow, lamenting that no one knows that he is at the top.

Fan Zhe'an has the skills to be able to mark the standings, but it is not necessary.Because he can play for free at any time, including drinks, food and lodging.

Xu Zhencheng took the drink Fan Zhean handed over, with the other hand still on the mouse, "Kid, come and hit the scoreboard, come and touch my ass."

Some time ago, in order to get the out-of-print skins, Xu Zhenzheng spent a lot of time on this game. Recently, he became interested and played casually. He accidentally won the No.1 in the regional standings.

"If I call, your number one may be lost." Fan Zhe'an glanced at the screen and said.

Xu Zhenzhen clicked his tongue, "That's arrogant."

"Someone pulls you to play games."

Xu Zhenzhen took a sip of his drink, put it down and continued to look at the screen. There was a friend invitation in the lower left corner.

He hasn't clicked on the friends list for a long time. Those friends who used to play games are now busy with their own careers, and few of them play games anymore.

Xu Chengxin put the mouse on that person's ID.

【BlueSky invites you to join the game】

Xu Zhencheng shifted his hand and accidentally clicked to ignore it.He wished he could give himself two slaps.

After waiting for a while, the person still didn't send a second invitation. Xu Zhenzhen felt bored, turned off the game interface, and ordered a movie to watch when he was tired like other Internet cafes.

Fan Zhe'an appeared at the stairs again, "Boss Xu, you have a friend calling for you."

Xu Zhenzhen bit the straw and gave him a sideways glance, "Which friend, you just say that I am dead and just buried, just let him burn the paper if he has something to do."

Fan Zhe'an just stood there and said, "Are you sure you want me to answer him like this? He said his name is Shen Tianyi."

As soon as Fan Zhean finished speaking, Xu Zhenzheng stood up quickly and rushed downstairs at a speed that could almost be described as running. When passing by Fan Zhean, he probably felt that the drink can was in the way and stuffed it into Fan Zhean's hand.

I felt the gust of wind blowing around, and then disappeared.Fan Zhean tightened his grip on the drink can, and absently lifted it up to take a sip.

Raspberry-flavored sugar-free cola, a bit like chewing gum, sweet but not greasy.