Chapter 658: Members of the Night Bureau whose talent points have gone astray (Part 2)
In the small dark room, Fangran, who was speechless after hearing Jota's answer, kept looking at him silently. Yota, who felt uncomfortable looking at him, shrank back behind the chair again.
"Um...did I say something weird..."
Fangran looked at this Yota who was more cowardly than him in all aspects and fields. It was a bit incredible that a guy with technological capabilities who could probably become the strongest hacker could stay at home and write novels all day long, but he still put it away because the other party asked him to
This preconceived view seems to have nothing to do with the text.
"Then were you coding just now? Can I search it online?"
"Well... I can find it for now..."
Hearing Fangran say this, Yota's voice became a little more enthusiastic, and he stepped aside and pressed on the keyboard. He was not the leader in the industry, but just a little-known jumper that Fangran had never heard of.
He came out, and what appeared to be the backstage of his work appeared, but when he leaned over and looked, he saw...
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Fang Ran: "..."
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"Um...I said Jota..."
Looking at this physical screen that he probably specially prepared for coding, Fangran suddenly felt a complicated emotion in his mouth. Jotta, who was watching him reading the book he wrote, his eyes gleaming, immediately answered!
"I am here!"
"Let me ask you a question, let's use an analogy... For example, in a classic adventure story, in the final battle, when the BOSS is on his deathbed and counterattacks, the male protagonist suddenly looks back at the female protagonist in an environment of shattered space and roaring airflow.
Why did you give me a warm chuckle?"
"Um...he wants to...show off his masculine charm...?"
"..., when faced with an extremely difficult opponent to defeat, a companion calls the protagonist out alone to talk all night long before the war begins, and finally says to the protagonist, 'Don't worry, I will find a way to solve it.'
Why?"
"He...misjudged the opponent's combat strength?"
After hearing such an answer, Fangran was silent for a moment, turned her head silently and stared at him for a while, and then suddenly asked:
“How do you donate money from one’s card to a disaster area?”
"If I identify a certain person, I can use his name or photo to collect basic information such as mobile phone number and home address on the Internet. Then I can block his network operator and use a disguised base station to trick his device into connecting to the implant.
As long as the virus takes control of his SIM card, I have many ways to obtain his online banking account or mobile business hall password, paralyze his mobile phone, or remotely control the transfer of money to another card to donate to the disaster area...
But...but it's illegal for Fangran to do this, Sister Yesheng told me not to do this..."
"Jota, have you ever answered one question correctly in reading comprehension in junior high school Chinese?"
"Well...I never went to school..."
Fang Ran: "..."
alright, you win,
Now I finally know why I saw you poking at the keyboard with one finger when you came in...
Snapped...
Looking at this timid young man who could no longer be described as partial, who shrank back even though he had said something very powerful just now, Fangran slapped him on the face and looked at him with vicissitudes of life.
"Let me take the liberty of asking...have you signed the contract?"
Hearing Fangran ask this question, Jota's face looked slightly sad but he managed to hide it with embarrassment and smiled.
"Not yet...although I will apply every month..."
It's also...it's strange that I can sign a contract with ten collections of hundreds of thousands of words...
Fangran, who was completely speechless and didn't know where to complain, helplessly looked at the frail young man squatting on the chair, who seemed to have communication difficulties due to social anxiety, with unkempt hair and big glasses, sitting on the side.
The man on the bed sighed.
"It's really a shame that you can write hundreds of thousands of words without even signing a contract. After all, you are also a member of the night bureau. Let Brother Suqun find a way for you to discuss with the people of this small company. Or are you short of money? No
If you don’t have enough money, just buy it and sign any contract you want.”
"I...actually am one of the shareholders...
"puff!"
Go ahead! You really bought it!
Then you are a shareholder. You have invested in a novel you wrote and haven’t signed a contract yet!? Or is this a small 18th-tier website that I have never heard of?
Fangran had an indescribable look on his face and the corners of his mouth twitched. He didn't know how to complain about his collapse. He held his forehead and sighed without realizing it:
"Then you can just use your authority. Besides, let's not talk about the communication barriers you have been having in a dark room all day. After all, why do you, a computer genius, want to write novels? What can you do that is not better than this...
."
"Ah haha...this..."
Hearing Fangran's helplessness, Jota chuckled quietly as if he felt a little strange. In the dim room, he looked at the screen in front of him. On it was a manuscript that he had only written a few hundred words. The light illuminated him slightly.
Behind the disheveled hair and large spectacle frames, there is a somewhat lost face.
"I...well...I'm not very good at communicating with people. I'm afraid of meeting strangers. Before Sister Ye Sheng found me, I was always alone. I didn't go to school and didn't have many friends."
When he said this, he hugged his knees and felt embarrassed, and smiled shyly.
"Unlike a program where the rules are clear and simple and can be understood as long as you learn them, I can't understand other people's thoughts and I don't know whether their smile at me is good or bad. I can't even understand whether the atmosphere between people is tense or not, so.
..”
"I particularly envy the people in the novel. They are strong and handsome, have close friends and lovers, go through exciting trips outside, meet all kinds of people and see all kinds of scenery.
, like looking at one world after another that I have never seen before..."
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Fangran saw him looking at her and scratching the disheveled hair that had not been taken care of for who knows how long. He smiled at himself with no trace of sadness, and then
Eyes filled with anticipation, I squatted on the chair and couldn't help but sway my body.
"So one day I suddenly wanted to write a story by myself and create a world by myself, because it would be like traveling in that world by myself, and if I could write a wonderful and interesting story..."
"Maybe I can understand people's hearts and atmosphere better, and I can be as powerful as everyone in the bureau, even though it seems like I failed..."
After saying this, he suddenly realized that because someone was telling him about the novel he had written, he was so excited that he said a lot of embarrassing things, and he smiled and scratched his head in embarrassment like a girl.
"Actually... maybe I just like novels too much..."
When he heard these words, Fang Ran was actually stunned for a moment, looking at this frail young man with messy and unkempt hair and big, shabby glasses, squatting on a chair welded to the ground with his knees in his arms.
There is a safety belt with a combination lock on his waist.
Suddenly I remembered the taciturn young man who waved goodbye to me on the ice sea. He was in school but had no friends.
He once asked Ling out of boredom why all the participants liked to stay in high places, and when he was silently complaining that it was just to show off, he heard Ling's very bland answer.
-'Probably because it's easier to find similar people'-
Perhaps the young man huddled in this dark room in front of him is also the same. He wants to fill the loneliness of being alone and overcome his own weaknesses and fears in this way.
Loneliness is a fatal disease.
Fangran looked at him in confusion, then scratched his head, walked to him and sighed completely giving up.
Alas, the expression on your face is so understandable...
"By the way, do you have a tablet here? A mobile phone will do, too. Anyway, give me something I can use to see what you wrote."
"Ah...yes...yes! But..."
Seeing him suddenly say this, Yotal was stunned and nodded quickly, taking out something that might be a tablet from the table, but then hesitantly asked:
"Fangran, do you really want to read my novel?"
"Ah... I entered the ward again today and went out a long way. I finally got home and was taken to the Magic City before my butt was hot. Then I got half lost. To be honest, I was tired.
I'm dying and I don't want to move anymore."
Jotta listened attentively without realizing it, and then saw Fangran taking the tablet and lying on his bed, pulling up a pillow to rest his head on. He looked as if he had already regarded this place as his home without turning his eyes.
He waved his hand to himself.
"Okay, okay, just write your own thing and don't worry about me."
"Oh...oh...ok..."
Jota turned around in a daze and thought, 'Leave without me?', then looked at the progress in front of him, completely lost the intention to continue one-finger meditation, and subconsciously typed out incomprehensible words on the keyboard with his fingers.
Speed, brought up the monitor of Fangran's tablet, and took another sneak peek.
I found that Fangran was stuffing potato chips into his mouth while looking at the tablet in his hand without turning his eyes, really turning the pages.
