When we looked at the weather forecast, it was said that Typhoon No. 13, Southeast had already passed, and the wind ball had no intention of showing weakness. It was said that it was heading northward and was said to be heading towards the Jiaodong Peninsula.

Affected by this wind ball, the weather in Zhongzhou was gloomy for several consecutive days.

The temperature is still high, and the air becomes extremely humid and hot, which is the kind of stuffy heat that can sweat on your forehead even if you sit still.

The dark clouds have accumulated in the central plain for a long time, but there is no rainfall. Occasionally, there are a few thunders, but there are also heavy thunder and small raindrops.

Since choosing to reduce the price of cracked games again and again, Liu Xuyang and Zhao Zeming are like ants on the hot pan. Because the price has dropped, but people who come to buy games are deserted.

Qi Ming was very calm. After staying at home for a few days, he called Fang Wenjin and made an appointment with her.

"How do you know that I'm going to Zhongzhou University on Taoyuan Road every Wednesday?" asked Fang Wenjin, who was sitting on the bus and wearing a white shirt.

In this sultry and irritating weather, Fang Wenjin was wearing a white shirt. The shattered bus that roared endlessly was like a can. Fang Wenjin's white shirt was soaked in sweat, so that Qiming could clearly see through the white shirt that smelled sweat soaked in the shirt. Fang Wenjin's fair skin that was soaked in a shattering way.

"Didn't Lao Cai say during the winter vacation last year that there is an English corner on the small river bank on Taoyuan Road outside Zhongzhou University. From then on, you can't stop and take a bus every Wednesday. It just so happened that I'm going to Zhengda today, and I'll go along with you."

Qi Ming grabbed the handrail in the bus.

In the crowded bus, Fang Wenjin tried to stagger half of his body with Qi Ming as much as possible, but the passers-by around him didn't care about these things. In addition, the car body was swaying, and occasionally stopped and turned and braked suddenly, so Fang Wenjin, who was barely holding the handrail, kept hitting Qi Ming's body.

"It's a bad weather that I'm sweating all over, and I'm squeezing around like canned fish." After Qi Ming complained, the driver suddenly stepped on the accelerator and a loud brake sound. The guy almost overturned his horse in the car.

Fang Wenjin didn't grab the railing and threw herself into Qi Ming's arms.

She only felt that it hurt to hit Qi Ming's chest and shoulders.

Qi Ming felt Fang Wenjin's boneless body embracing her arms, and the natural fragrance of her body like orchids and musk came towards her as soon as she crashed into her arms.

The two could almost be said to be face-to-face at zero distance. Fang Wenjin subconsciously dodged her eyes and couldn't help but frown.

But when I smelled Qiming, there was no smell of sweat from a boy. Instead, it was a gray short T-shaped t-shaped odor that smelled of good washing powder. I felt that Qiming had grabbed his elbow at some point, helping him stabilize his uncontrollable balance. When I raised my head, I saw Qiming looking at him. Wen Qi cared: "Is it okay? I don't have too many muscles on my body, all of them are bones. It should hurt if I hit it."

Only by hearing this concern made Fang Wenjin feel warm for no reason.

She shook her head and gently closed the scattered black hairs at the corners of her eyebrows, "Fortunately, I didn't pull it just now, so I'm afraid I'll fall to the ground and make a big ugly."

As she said that, she raised her head, "It's strange to say that. I feel like you have been like this since I was a child. I'm fat, I don't have much flesh on my body, I'm all bones. I'm thin but not the slim profile."

"This is called taking off your clothes and making you look thinner when you wear clothes." Qi Ming smiled.

"Narcissism." Fang Wenjin gave him a blank look, then said, "Speaking of this, you have always chatted with people online recently, and you are just drawing with a sketchbook. I took a look yesterday and the whole sketchbook was almost filled with you, and it wasn't for people to see it. What exactly are you drawing?"

"I didn't draw anything, just click a few strokes."

"Who are you chatting online?" Fang Wenjin's eyes dodged slightly when she talked about this.

"It's just a group of OICQ test users, people from all over the world. There are not many places in total, so the people who can talk about are people who like to accept new things, and they have everything they talk about. History, literature, humanities, and even physics. Of course, the most is computer knowledge."

"When did you become so interested in computers?" Fang Wenjin asked in confusion.

"Just contact with it."

"I read a news yesterday. It is said that the three cities of Dijing, Shanghai and Guangzhou and Guangdong have conducted an experiment. They were asked to stay in a room without a phone for three days. During the seventy-two hours, the survival of these volunteers depends entirely on the computer and the Internet. It's incredible." Fang Wenjin shook her head, "A computer, a network cable. Who knows whether the person chatting with you behind is a man or a woman."

Qi Ming smiled and said nothing.

The bus arrived at Zhongzhou University in a flash. After getting off the bus, Qi Ming took Fang Wenjin to the Riverside Park first.

Most of the students participated in the English corner, and there were also some adults and blonde foreigners.

Qi Ming's English was a daily communication, and he had not yet been chatting and laughing with these foreigners, not to mention that he had something else to do when he came to Zhongzhou University, so he didn't stay long, so he bought two bottles of cold drinks and gave Fang Wenjin a bottle, and then went to Zhongzhou University.

Zhongzhou University only became 211 in 1997, and it is also the only province in the province with more than 100 million people. It is just one of the 211s that can be believed?

Entering through the small gate of Taoyuan Road, Qi Ming went straight to the canteen of Zhongzhou University.

After touching for a few minutes, I saw the person I was looking for in the cafeteria.

He was a junior student, holding a copy of the latest issue of "Volkswagen Software" in his hand, and was sitting in the cafeteria looking through.

The two of them looked at each other and knew that they were looking for.

Qi Ming just sat opposite the man. Before the other party could react, Qi Ming took the lead and said, "Since we have all met, don't mention the online name. I will introduce myself first. My name is Qi Ming."

When the other party heard this, he felt a little more trust in his eyes and replied: "Li Zhiheng."

The man's voice was a bit dull, just like his face, and he looked like a skilled person. His speaking speed was about squeezing toothpaste. If Qi Ming was not proactive, this guy would probably not be able to hit a single stick.

In fact, Li Zhiheng is indeed very introverted. Even in the computer department of Zhongzhou University, in this popular major, Li Zhiheng was most not good at interpersonal communication since childhood, which is a social disorder in the words of later generations.

Otherwise, it wouldn't be possible that this guy would become obsessed with just after QQ came out.

"I've been chatting online. I met for the first time in reality, which is exactly the same as what I thought." Qi Ming smiled. These words were polite words, which really didn't hurt or itch.

After saying that, Qi Ming looked around. It was already past mealtime and there were not many people in the cafeteria.

"Have you eaten? I haven't eaten yet. Do you have any recommendations for your Zhongzhou University cafeteria?"

Li Zhiheng looked around and said, "Sweet and sour pork ribs are good, and there is also..."

Before he could finish speaking, Qi Ming had already walked to the window, and ordered a lot of food in two orders, and ordered two bottles of beer.

The solid table of food was full of meat dishes.

"Talking while eating." After saying that, Qi Ming started to move his chopsticks.

After filling a mouthful of cold beer for tons, the heat dissipated a lot, but after just waiting for a table of food to eat, Qi Ming took out a sketchbook from his schoolbag, tore up several pictures in one breath, and pushed it in front of Li Zhiheng.

"According to what we talked online, we should first make the content on the picture, but if there is a time requirement, I will see the finished product within three days."

After saying that, Qi Ming took out a thousand yuan and placed it on those paintings.

Li Zhiheng picked up a chopstick and put it in his mouth, and his eyes moved away from the ten red bills.

It costs more than one thousand yuan. With this thousand yuan, you can come to the cafeteria to eat sweet and sour pork ribs every day.

Looking at the pictures outlined by black and white lines, I scratched my head, "Actually, I shouldn't have asked, but I just felt curious, what are you doing for these things?"

Qi Ming refused to answer his question, but said, "This thousand yuan is a deposit. After the payment is completed, I will immediately make up the final payment."

Li Zhiheng suddenly felt a little confused. He helped him in the computer room for free in one semester, and even helped his tutor write code to make frameworks. His salary was surprisingly low. Isn’t this a waste of time?

But now the high school graduate in front of him happily threw out a thousand yuan. Isn’t this money a bit too easy to make?

There will be demons in the world where impermanence comes from!

Qi Ming saw something from Li Zhiheng's confused and nervous eyes, so he picked up the beer and touched him, "I know your concerns. I'll ask you for help. The main reason is that I learn how to draw. I'll draw some things first, but the real operation requires technical talents like you."

Qi Ming patted the sketchbook on the table, "You can do the contents of these pictures I gave you first. After I pass the acceptance, you will see the remaining paintings in the sketchbook. With your ability and vision, you can tell what I want by looking at it. Even if you still have doubts, at the very least, don't do it."

When he finished speaking, Qi Ming had already drank all the beer on the table, and his eyes were so eager to narrow his crescent moon.
Chapter completed!