21|My giant baby, the country raises me (4)

The rich second-generation roommate Zheng Qinghui listened to Cheng Yueyang telling him that "we don't have much time and we should use time theory."

He thought Cheng Yueyang was stupid.

"Even if it is really like that, you can really not wash your clothes for the rest of your life? And the time left is enough for you, silly, haunt you."

From the northeast, he looked at Cheng Yueyang with a foolish look, and then looked back at Ji Changze, who was calmly reading the book, as if completely immersed in the book world and couldn't see here, and sneered:

"You believe him to fool you. According to him, all of us don't wash our clothes. Just let the clothes stinks. If you don't wash your clothes, just leave them here. You still don't have to wash them in the end."

As he said, his voice was very loud, and he deliberately let Ji Changze hear, and said with sarcasm:

"You don't look like Ji Changze. When I was in college, my mother followed. He can wash his clothes when he goes home. Can you?"

Cheng Yueyang was still confused.

He thinks what Zheng Qinghui said makes sense.

But what Ji Changze said is even more reasonable.

Look down at the book on the table: "But we only have a little time to study..."

Zheng Qinghui: He's crippled, this guy is really stupid.

Apart from Ji Changze in the dormitory, the other three people have always had a good relationship. Although they have different personalities, they are not bad at all and don't care about each other. After getting along for so long, Zheng Qinghui really regards two roommates as brothers.

Now my brother is stupid.

Can he not find the "culprit" afterwards!

Zheng Qinghui straightened his face cold, turned his head and strode to Ji Changze's desk. Seeing that the young man clearly didn't wear headphones, but he didn't hear anything, he seemed to be reading a book seriously.

"Ji Changze, what are you talking about? If you don't wash your clothes, you want to take him without washing your clothes, right?"

The young man frowned slightly, slowly moved his gaze away from the book, and raised his eyes to look at the person in front of him.

Zheng Qinghui had a provocative expression of "I just see you being upset and capable of hitting me".

He had long seen Ji Changze upset.

Don't clean up, don't care, pick up girls and pretend that your roommate's car is your own.

What kind of rubbish.

come! !

Fight if it's a big deal!

Who is afraid of whom! !

however...

The young man's eyes stayed on Zheng Qinghui's provocative face for a second, lowering his head as if he were air, and continued to read his book nonchalantly.

Zheng Qinghui: "..."

"Ji Changze, who do you look down on you!!"

"Qinghui Qinghui."

When Cheng Yueyang saw Zheng Qinghui rushing to beat others, he hurriedly stepped forward to stop him: "Changze didn't mean that. He did the same when I talked to him before. We are all roommates. If you have something to say, please speak up."

"Who is a roommate with him? Since the beginning of school, he has cleaned the dormitory once and has it been cleaned. And you, when did you stand on his side?"

"What, let me tell you, he just doesn't want to waste time studying."

"Fart, just talk about how much time can be wasted, I think this kid just looks down on me, you let me go, I have to teach him why flowers are so popular today."

One of the two will step forward and the other will stop.

As the culprit, Ji Changze still sat there quietly...

Turn the book at a rate of once every ten seconds.

Zheng Qinghui keenly caught this point, and suddenly felt that he had caught Ji Changze's handle on pretending to be stupid.

"Ji Changze, let me tell you you don't pretend, just turn the page and read the book in such a short time, who are you fooling you."

When he said this, Cheng Yueyang, who was stopping him, turned his head and looked over.

Ji Changze still had a calm face, he didn't even look at this side, his men quickly turned the page.

Cheng Yueyang: "..."

right.

No one reads books like this.

Even he didn't believe that Ji Changze was reading a book.

He suddenly put down the hand holding Zheng Qinghui in a little embarrassment, and said, "Changze, Qinghui is not malicious, that is, if you say that his car is yours, he is angry, or you should apologize to him... "

The young man temporarily stopped his time to flip through the book, his eyebrows were twisted again, and he turned to the two with an expression of "Why are you doing so much?"

"What car?"

Zheng Qinghui sneered again: "Are you still pretending to be stupid? The forums have spread all over, and you are still pretending to be."

"calm down."

Cheng Yueyang quickly pulled him to stop him from beating someone, took out his mobile phone, and handed the photo from the forum to Ji Changze.

Pointing to the red convertible behind Ji Changze above: "This is the car."

The youth glanced coldly:

"Oh."

Cheng Yueyang: "..."

Zheng Qinghui's temper came up all of a sudden: "You thought we were giving you science popularization, didn't you, Ji Changze, I said that you have a good face too, say that my car is yours, and then go pick up girls, you're cheeky Why are you so thick?"

Ji Changze was still expressionless, and his voice was cold: "Did I say it?"

Zheng Qinghui sneered: "Did you not say?"

Cheng Yueyang: "...That, Qinghui, he really didn't say anything."

"This picture was posted on the Internet by someone else, and at the beginning, Ji Changze himself has never spoken."

With that said, he also showed Zheng Qinghui the title of the post that had been topped as a hot post.

Zheng Qinghui: "This post has been floating on the school forum for three days. There is still a post. There are people on Weibo who are also Ai Te him. Do you think he will not see it?"

He can still analyze it, looking at Ji Changze sitting there condescendingly, and concluded: "He knows that this kind of lie will definitely be exposed one day, so he does not deny it or admit it, even if others know the truth. Ask him, he can also say that he doesn't know."

"Ji Changze, what else do you have to say? Can you say that you don't watch forums and posts? You will always have them on Weibo. You often post some foreign academic papers on Weibo. After this incident, you have been posting. Saying that you are posting academic papers while you can't see others at you, you think I'm stupid."

Cheng Yueyang wanted to persuade him again, but he suddenly reacted after opening his mouth.

That's right.

This doesn't make sense.

He now also believes that Ji Changze has the idea Zheng Qinghui said, and his expression is a bit embarrassed: "Changze, you can apologize to Qinghui, you are not right about this matter."

Ji Changze: "I am not on Weibo."

Zheng Qinghui snorted, took out his mobile phone, found Ji Changze's Weibo and clicked in, handed the main page to him, refreshed and asked:

"Okay, you said, if you don't go to Weibo, who did these Weibo posts that are posted every day? Ghost?"

"If I refresh like this, will it be posted? Will it? Do you think it will?"

——"Ping Ping Ping!"

Weibo refreshed successfully.

Under the sight of the three, Ji Changze's Weibo showed that a new Weibo was posted.

Zheng Qinghui: "..."

Cheng Yueyang: "..."

Ji Changze: "It will."

Zheng Qinghui didn't believe it and took a close look at Weibo, but no matter how you look at it, the release date is one second ago.

He went to see Ji Changze again.

The young man still sat there upright as he did just now, without holding the phone in both hands.

Zheng Qinghui: "...how did you do it??"

Ji Changze: "Publish Weibo regularly."

Timed release? ?

Does Weibo still have this stuff?

Seeing his unbelief on his face, Ji Changze's tone was still light:

"Won't you check Weibo's beginner's guide after downloading it?"

Zheng Qinghui: "..."

Although Ji Changze still has no expression on his face, his tone is still the same as before.

But why... he always felt that the people in front of him were wondering that his IQ was so low.

Zheng Qinghui: "Who said I didn't watch it, I watched it, but who would remember this little thing, right?"

Cheng Yueyang: "I didn't read it. Where is this beginner's guide?"

"not yet."

The youth nodded slightly: "I did it myself."

Zheng Qinghui: "..."

Cheng Yueyang: ...Yes, Ji Changze loves to do such a thing.

Zheng Qinghui still feels that he is being tricked: "No, can't you post Weibo properly? What do you do regularly?"

Ji Changze: "Wasting time."

Zheng Qinghui: "..."

Why is it so irritating.

He rolled up his sleeves and was about to go up, Cheng Yueyang quickly stopped him: "Calm down, he is like this, and he was like this before talking to me."

In order to prevent roommates from fighting, or Zheng Qinghui unilaterally beating Ji Changze, Cheng Yueyang gave a dry cough:

"Changze, you explain your words clearly, don't you just post a Weibo? And you think it's a waste of time, you just can't post it."

"Not feasible."

Ji Changze: "I need Weibo followers."

"If you send it out in one breath, according to calculations, only one person out of a hundred people will read it, but if you post it once in a while, thirty-four people from one hundred will read it, and eight of them will pay attention on average. ."

Cheng Yueyang nodded frequently.

Then a soul question was issued: "So what do you want fans to do?"

The young man glanced at him with a little suspicion, with a look of "don't you understand this?"

"Of course it's an experiment."

Facing the dumbfounded two men, he directly turned on the computer and clicked on the file marked with [the main reason for the increase in the number of fans].

It was shown to two people.

It not only records various data in detail, but also writes how the fans reacted to the content he sent, whether anyone checked the check, and what was the reason for checking, and what was the general mentality when checking the check.

At first glance, these things are definitely not a day's work.

Of course, in fact it is a day's work.

After all, the original owner started Weibo to pretend to be coercive, and his mentality is indeed like what Zheng Qinghui said.

But now it doesn't matter.

Ji Changze was quite patient at the moment, and then quit and clicked on another file: "Here is another ppt, which can show all the data more intuitively.

"If you want to see it, I can send you a copy."

Zheng Qinghui: "..."

Cheng Yueyang: "..."

Who wants to see this stuff!

Zheng Qinghui now doesn't want to care about cars at all. He just wants to know one thing:

"So, is this any use?"

The youth's expression was still cold and indifferent.

"It can be sold for money."

Zheng Qinghui: "??? This thing? Selling money???"

Ji Changze nodded blankly: "The marketing company will buy it."

Zheng Qinghui: "...Which company will buy this thing? No, wait, you really don't know about that on the forum?"

"Ok."

The young man's eyebrows were still frowning, he took out the phone in the drawer and threw it to Zheng Qinghui:

"Don't believe in reading for yourself, don't disturb me reading."

Zheng Qinghui turned on the phone silently.

Well, once I opened it, the page was full.

It's just not software, but files.

Just click on one, and the dense foreign language inside is an academic paper.

Zheng Qinghui rummaged all over without believing in evil, but he could not find a social software commonly used by young people nowadays, let alone a forum game.

He was speechless for a while.

No wonder Ji Changze didn't know about this.

This guy is simply in the busy city with his body in the middle of the city and his soul in the mountains and forests.

But why, he still feels that Ji Changze is lying to him?

Zheng Qinghui looked up and down at Ji Changze, who was turning the page every ten seconds with suspicion, and his mind cleared.

"Don't want to lie to me, thinking that you can lie to me? If it weren't for a guilty conscience, you would turn the book so quickly? You can't finish the five elements in such a little time."

The young man's eyebrows wrinkled more and more.

He put down the book, turned and looked over;

"You are noisy."

"Don't talk to me, waste time."

Zheng Qinghui: ...Yes, that's what it looks like.

Before, everyone just said a few words, he just said that they were noisy with this dead face.

Noisy, noisy, during the day, not at night.

The key is that Ji Changze, the kid, ran to the counselor to complain, saying that they interrupted his study.

Thinking of the disgusting things in the past, the anger in Zheng Qinghui's heart came out again.

"What do you pretend to be, a bite is a waste of time, how precious is your time, your cleaning is a waste of time, our time is not time? You are the young master? We all have to serve you?!"

"Flicking a book is the same as God, pretending to be, your grades are not particularly good, and the serious brother Xueba didn't pretend, you pretend to be a fart."

He talked more and more angry, stretched out his hand and snatched the book on the table, turned a few pages, his expression on his face became more and more mocking:

"Do you also read such a profound book? Ji Changze, you are really pretending, if I didn't know your grades, I would really think you are so good, don't think that this matter will pass away, I will tell you, in the future dormitory You have to do all the cleaning and throwing away trash, or don't blame me for being rude to you."

He entered this university by rubbing the line.

As a rich second-generation, Zheng Qinghui doesn't like racing, drinking, or making girls.

He likes to work hard.

To prove that I am not worse than Dad.

At the beginning of the three years in high school, he was swayed by the beams and thorns, and he was admitted to the exam after working hard for his life. Usually, the students who admire the most are the tyrants.

But he didn't come in for the sake of presenting the young master's roommate.

Seeing that he had taken the book, the young man's expression was cold.

Reached out his hand: "Return me."

When Cheng Yueyang saw this, he quickly grabbed Zheng Qinghui: "Qinghui, you should return the book to him first. Let's say it well, don't make a big mess, it won't look good, just in case you get punished..."

"Will you see him pretending to be stupid? How long have we endured him? He thought he was a god, not a man of fireworks."

Zheng Qinghui endured it for so long. This time Ji Changze "sullied" his car, but he couldn't help but blow it up.

He turned the book to the previous page: "Come on, don't you pretend to read a page by yourself? Tell me, if you can tell the general content of this page, I will forget it, and I will clean up your hygiene in the future. , I treat you like an uncle."

The young man watched him quietly for three seconds.

Then he stretched his hand back, expressionless and began to say silently.

As soon as he raised his head, Zheng Qinghui's face changed.

Ji Changze actually memorized it from the first word on this page, and it was not bad.

Seeing that his expression was wrong, Cheng Yueyang leaned forward curiously: "What's the matter? Damn it!"

The two of them were dumbfounded and watched Ji Changze just memorize it directly.

Zheng Qinghui: "..."

Cheng Yueyang: "..."

Until the last word on this page, there is no mistake.

The two looked at each other, and both saw the bewilderment in each other's eyes.

Zheng Qinghui regained consciousness first and glanced suspiciously at Ji Changze, who had no expression on his face as usual.

"It's a lie, or did you read this book a long time ago?"

He turned around and found a book from his bed.

This book was not issued by the school, but he bought it specially to nurture himself.

Usually sleepy when you can't see the three lines, it is a hypnotic artifact.

He turned a page casually and handed it to Ji Changze: "I will show you for a minute. If you can memorize it as before, I will apologize to you."

Cheng Yueyang looked at the book and leaned into Zheng Qinghui's ear: "Qinghui, isn't this bad..."

"It's okay."

Zheng Qinghui is full of confidence: "This book is not generally obscure. If he can read it after a few glances, then he is not a human being."

"What else can it be if it's not a person."

"God chant."

As soon as Zheng Qinghui's words landed, the young man scanned the content and handed the book back.

Then, he opened his back with a flat voice.

Still verbatim.

It is still from the first word to the last word.

Zheng Qinghui: "..."

Cheng Yueyang: "..."

"No, it's not right, if you have this ability, how can your grades be so average."

Ji Changze glanced at him indifferently: "Too many questions, a waste of time."

Cheng Yueyang was afraid that Zheng Qinghui would get angry again, and quickly explained: "He means that he can do those questions, and it would be a waste of time to answer them again... right."

He is not very sure.

Would anyone really do this?

Then he looked back at this young man who was clearly a king, but had been living among them with a silver identity.

Suddenly, well, there really is.

Zheng Qinghui's expression was still stunned. He turned a page at random without believing in evil, and handed it to Ji Changze: "Come on again! I still don't believe it."

The young man's eyebrows were still twisted, his expression already a little impatient.

Cheng Yueyang quickly persuaded him: "Changze, the last time, it's really the last time."

Maybe his attitude was good. Although Ji Changze looked colder, he still gave him this face and accepted the book.

Then, the same result again.

Cheng Yueyang: "...Mom."

Zheng Qinghui was completely confused.

Ji Changze didn't care about the car because he never used social software.

Ji Changze posts Weibo every day for experimentation.

Ji Changze's face is cold and every day, people don't think they are noisy, because his brain is quickly entering knowledge like a computer.

How could he feel that this world is so magical.

Cheng Yueyang was also stunned. He still remembered to maintain the harmony of the dormitory, and took the opportunity to say to Zheng Qinghui, who was bewildered:

"Qinghui, you see, he didn't lie to others, let's expose this matter."

Zheng Qinghui seemed to have not heard what he said at all, so he stepped forward in a daze.

Cheng Yueyang was startled: "Qinghui, don't be impulsive, don't explain everything..."

Then, he watched as Ji Changze's roommate who was the most upset in the entire dormitory walked up to the youth.

"God, you have worked so hard to go down to the world."

Oh...

By the way, Qinghui most admires Xueba.