C Language Cultivation

Lin Xun: "You have watched it for twenty minutes."

Lin Xun: "I think you should finish reading."

"Huh?" Dong Jun said lightly: "Not yet."

"Actually, you don't have to finish it," Lin Xun said: "I don't think it makes much sense to watch too much, because it's almost the same."

"Well," Dong Jun said: "Fortunately, there are many kinds."

Another five minutes passed.

This is the first time Lin Xun saw Dongjun's car driving an automatic driving system and shuttled at high speed in the city traffic-in order to let Dongjun concentrate on his Weibo?

"Dongjun, Dongjun?" Lin Xun said.

He saw Dongjun's lips twitched with a slight smile.

Lin Xun continued: "I want to hide it after you watch it... There should be quite a lot of people watching it on the Internet, I guess it is socially dead."

"No." Dongjun said: "They will think you are cute."

"I still think I am a lemon essence, or a dog lick." Lin Xun said: "Dongshen, boss. Can you let me go, you will commit suicide if you look at me again."

Dongjun turned his head to look at him, his eyes black and white, with a little smile, but not to mention gentleness, Lin Xun hard to produce a little cramped.

"You didn't call me that on Weibo."

Lin Xun: "Then I will call you like on Weibo, will you return my phone to me."

Dongjun raised his eyebrows slightly: "Yes."

"Male god." Lin Xun gave up treatment and broke the jar. "You are a male god. I like you the most. I haven't watched it for several years."

Dong Jun glanced at him lightly and turned back to Weibo without expression.

This male god, how did it turn out.

Lin Xun grinded his teeth at that time, and leaned over there: "You said it to me."

Dongjun didn't raise his head: "It's not this name."

What's that name?

Lin Xun thought for a moment, the whole person seemed to be added to the barbecue grill, and Tim fire began to roast.

His name for Dongjun, the commonly used unification is Dongshen, two male gods, there are other things...then only "husband".

Lin Xun: "..."

He was fidgeting.

I want to get my phone back.

But shouting is really impossible.

Finally, I can only hold the pointer in my arms and start emptying my brain, forgetting what happened today.

Can't be short.

After a silent minute, Dongjun said: "You can also watch me."

Your?

Lin Xun took Dongjun's mobile phone, silver, thin body, but quite heavy, no leather, metal cold texture is obvious.

The lock screen opens automatically, the background of the desktop is the back of the pointer, and a snowy tail slightly ticks a volume.

And this thing is nothing beautiful.

There are only a few applications on Dongjun's mobile phones, and several products of Galaxy, without any entertainment. If he reads the communication log, he is afraid that he can't tell what trade secret he sees-Weibo still has to enter from the web page.

Fortunately, it is automatically logged in.

But this account of Dongjun has nothing to watch except the crazy touted by his wife and technical fans in the comment area. There are only two Weibos, and one of them is related to Lo-he doesn't want to see it at all.

The Weibo that was many years ago - "Lo asked me why I watched the stars. I think the Milky Way and the code are the same thing, this is also an answer." Somehow it was like a love word.

Lin Xun turned his head to look at the Dongjun who was concentrating on turning his Weibo, and for a time he was guilty, and he searched for his id in the search bar and clicked attention.

After finishing, he started to search hotly.

After Madam Butterfly's clarification Weibo came out, a group of people came out.

Who is Madam?

After the Three Golden Shadows, the noble goddess, temperament cold and enchanting, the most representative role is a prince of the scourge of the princes of the flames, and in recent years it has slightly turned to the trend behind the scenes. It is a senior senior in the entertainment industry. With soft hands, there are many male fans.

Now, the gossip topic of an eighteen-line sing-and-dancing entertainer and an unknown small vase has led her to speak in person, and the water is even more muddy.

I saw that in the comments below on Weibo, three people were competing for popular positions.

One of them is a lady's fan who is in charge of commenting, saying something that please calm down.

One of them was Qi Yun's fans controlling comments, saying some clichés thanking his wife for clarification.

A bit of it was the wife's fan asking what was the origin of the kid who let her wife off the court.

The situation was very chaotic for a while, and Lin Xun didn't understand their operation. He cut it out and was confused by his Weibo screenshot at the next moment.

The top Weibo is also a wife fan, and the tone is unbelievable.

"Turn over Weibo, is this...was it true?"

Then there was another one: "I drink sulfuric acid."

Lin Xun thought for a while, this sentence "I drink sulfuric acid" should be an advanced version of "I eat lemon".

No, life is the most important.

Followed by the production method of sulfuric acid.

"Sulfur is ignited in oxygen to obtain sulfur dioxide, and sulfuric acid is passed into hydrogen peroxide to distill and concentrate. Have the sisters learned it?"

The next one is the boss lady.

Lin Xun clicked in.

The proprietress's tone emerged from the text, and there seemed to be a trace of tiredness.

"Crying, why is he chasing a male **** more genuine than me?????

But the proprietress did not admit defeat.

"I'm not convinced, everyone chased the male **** together, why did he get the highest position????? Blame me for the wrong gender??????

If you can write a beautiful algorithm, you can also try it, but I am afraid that I still haven't written it well. In the end, I still have everything.

Of course, someone also discovered his identity.

"I am not a person in the entertainment industry, but a programmer??"

"Looking at the technology, it looks good. Is this the first month near Jinshui Tower? I hate me for choosing the wrong major, otherwise today the children will be me."

"I care about his hairline."

"Does anyone in the industry know what this person is coming from? See if he can't run the program all night long, is it a parallel?"

"Will the male **** still adjust his procedures? I'm sour, I'm sour, I'm crying, my tears are crying into the Pacific Ocean around the five continents, and the ocean current flows to the South Pole and turns into ice."

The entire topic was flooded with similar howls. The air was filled with the smell of concentrated lemons. Occasionally, one or two programmers made a technical appearance, saying "Everyone should not pay too much attention to the private life of the male god", but was quickly powdered by his wife." I’m not letting the male **** fall in love, I’m just indifferent, I’m sour, I’m sour, and the howl is suppressed, just like poor programmers are always falling out of the way in debates with irritating product managers. . In the end, they can only comfortably say a few words: "I look good at the children." "Straight guys feel good."

Occasionally, there will be one or two unremarkable words, "How come I feel a little familiar?"

Lin Xun thought that he still disappeared for too long. At that time, his name could also be suffixed with the word "God".

It is also normal that this line of newcomers replace oldcomers. If there is no news for a while, they will sink in the big waves.

He brushed aimlessly, at his sight, in desperation.

But looking at the sadness of his wife fans, he actually felt the word.

happy.

Even if Weibo is publicly sentenced, it can't cover the happiness.

It can be seen that the vanity of mankind is vividly reflected at this moment.

But when he looked up at Dongjun, he felt happy and happy, and he still had to be punished.

He said on Weibo that there are thousands of them, and as of when they started-it seems... it has been a long time, a long time.

As he tweeted Weibo happily and painfully, the surrounding scenery gradually became familiar. He found that Dong Jun did not take him the place to eat, but went straight to his place.

Dongjun got off, he followed, and the pointer followed.

In the process of following, he brushed an acquaintance's Weibo.

A sister named Ye Yuan.

He is very impressed by the teacher of the mathematics department, because this sister has excellent grades, but her dreams are different. She does not want to be a mathematician, but wants to become a science worker.

There was an activity during the summer vacation that year. He and his sister went to the mathematics school. There is a class of visitors, the uncle of the Institute of Mathematics has long been familiar with it-a middle-aged uncle holding several draft papers, claiming that this is his amazing work, using several formulas of elementary mathematics to prove Fermat’s theorem, will be overthrown The existing, useless, in situ math system requires an interview with the academician.

The guards drove them out very easily. It is said that the guards of the basic science institutes are already familiar with this kind of people. The guards of the Physics Institute can even laugh at the master’s claim that the meat is composed of meat atoms. The nonsense makes people Laugh.

At this time, the elder sister will come forward and explain to these folk scientists that the proof of Fermat's theorem must be based on rigorous modern mathematical logic. Absolute, absolute, and absolutely not simple elementary mathematics can be challenged, which involves... …

——But the popular science, like the Dharma, only crosses the fate. Sister's statement did not impress him. He even angered arrogantly, dismissing Sister as a scientific slave. His thinking has become rigid. If Lin Xun Cunbu stayed beside Sister with improper eyes, he would have to do it. Of course, in the end, the uncle who carried the electric baton completed the expulsion.

Lin Xun persuaded her sister not to spend too much time at the time, which is unexplainable.

Sister sighed and said, but I want more people to understand science and scientific methods. It is credible because its system is rigorous, not a castle in the sky, and it can stand the test of time. My dream is that one day when the old man and the old lady are promoted to sell health products, the first reaction is to check the paper and check whether there is data and theory support.

Lin Xun said that my dream is to change the world insignificantly.

Sister said like an automatic driving system?

Lin Xun said almost.

Sister said, come on, waiting for your good news.

Later, Senior Sister went to a related occupation and worked hard to realize her dream. At the same time, her social accounts on various platforms are also very popular, and she is a popular science blogger with millions of fans. She is fighting at the forefront of online science and rumors. The fans are also countless.

The countless fans of the sisters may not be able to see the outrageous guesses about his identity.

She turned to Lin Xun for an algorithm inspiration he wrote down.

Ye Yuan-the zeroth law: I haven't seen it in years, Xun God.

Lin Xun's eyes were hot.

At this moment, he and Dongjun entered the door.

I took the phone away with one hand, but didn't take it away.

He saw Dongjun like this Weibo.

It seemed to be a very random move, but it was like a drum spot that just fell at the key point, which made Lin Xun's mood move.

Then, Dongjun put away and returned Lin Xun's mobile phone, and the interface stopped on the first Weibo——

"I like Dongjun today."

Lin Xun took it and looked up at Dongjun.

He blinked and asked in a low voice: "So you are not angry anymore?"

Dong Jun hasn't answered yet, but Lin Xun feels that he survived successfully.

——In the end, I chose to expose my large size, just to prevent the male **** from being unhappy.

If Dongjun is really unhappy, he will show him his Weibo in the past few years. This action may have a scheming component, but these years, his "male god" and "like" have been sincerely speaking-tentatively It doesn't matter what constitutes this "like".

He didn't wait to answer.

Because the next moment, he was pressed on the sofa in place.