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Chapter 144 Done, Exactly 15% (Part 1)
"Do you still need to go out tomorrow?"

Su Xiaomu asked without raising his head.

Holding a cup of freshly brewed hot Soho tea in his hand, blowing the naughty tea leaves floating on the tea water without sinking to the bottom, the fragrance of the tea is lingering, and the body and mind are refreshed.

Some people say that a cigarette after a meal is better than a living god.

Su Xiaomu doesn't smoke, so he can't experience this fairy-like taste, but this cup of calming hot tea after dinner is very submissive in the cold winter.

Su Ho stared for a few seconds at Su Xiaomu who was blowing tea leaves like a child instead of drinking tea, then slowly looked away, and said casually, "Don't go out, probably, the company's business is over."

Excuses can be done with a touch of lip service, and it doesn't matter if you are busy or not.

Anyway, she won't say it, because of the phone call after lunch today, she canceled a lot of things, and only then did she have the thought of blowing the Pearl River wind in the evening.

There are some things that Su Xiaomu doesn't understand well, but it doesn't mean that Su Ho doesn't understand them either.

"You want to go out to run errands?" Putting the tea cup in his hand on the coffee table, Su Ho wondered if it would be more appropriate to say it in a earnest tone after brewing for a long time from morning to night?
"I'm with you..."

"Not going out." Su Xiaomu said casually.

Su Ho almost chirped, because it is impossible for a girl like her to hum.

"What are you going to say?" Su Xiaomu finally gave up competing with the tea leaves and took a sip along the rim of the cup. The tea leaves obediently sank to the bottom.

Only then did he raise his head to look at Su Ho, with doubts in his eyes.

In his young life, he never needed to hide his doubts, because there were always girls who would make him wonder.

For example, Soho at the moment is hesitating to speak, but he is sorting out his words.

It made him very puzzled.

Su Xiaomu knew that when he had doubts, Su Ho would give explanations in a reasonable or earnest manner, just like other girls.

"Actually, I want to talk to you." Su Ho breathed out quietly.

"You are no longer the 20-year-old Su Xiaomu..."

Su Xiaomu corrected, "To be precise, I won't celebrate my 3th birthday until March this year."

"Say what you say, I'll shut up."

Realizing that he interrupted Su Ho's earnestness by accidentally interjecting, Su Xiaomu quickly made a gesture, and even his sitting posture became obedient.

Su Ho: "..." You may be mentally retarded, right?

"Mushu is a company with a registered capital of 5 million yuan. After the Spring Festival, it will officially open and get on the right track. No matter what your status is, your title will have an extra general manager of Mushu. Position.

You represent the face of wooden numbers.

If the operation of Mushu is normal, Sister Qian, me, and Dai Dai will continue to invest more, so we all hope that you can think carefully..."

After a pause, Su Ho looked at Su Xiaomu and said.

"Or stop running errands."

Suho almost wanted to applaud himself, lo and behold, the logic is smooth, well-founded, perfect!
Opposite her, Su Xiaomu began to think silently. After a while, Su Xiaomu's eyes lit up, "Don't worry, I won't feed myself a bag of salt like that."

"If it doesn't work, I will give you the position of general manager, so that I can continue to run errands, and no one knows me."

Suho: "???"

MDZZ.

Su Ho sighed faintly, feeling a little worried, why are you so obsessed with running errands?
What's so good about it?
After taking a few glances at Su Xiaomu, Su Ho suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, and whispered in his heart, "Forget it, forget it, just go home, it seems that no one else can pick it up." '

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After drinking a cup of tea, Su Xiaomu took out his phone and fiddled with it, split the screen up and down, video sharing + Saoke.com.

Flipping through more and more comments and replies:
"Yo Yo Yo, the author is prolific like a sow today!"

"Take a sip before watching the video!"

"Hey, the author took me with me. I also run errands. I'm so lonely that I see ghosts every day, and I'm still tired."

"One order is 88 yuan, +30 yuan per minute, excuse me!"

"Hey, you guys are still here with water words, go to Saoke.com for water bullet screen fighting pictures!"

"..."

"Is this the same as a club with money, a hair washing room without money?"

"Brother, have you ever heard of someone who has even less money? There is a kind of loneliness called—you can only rely on your hands at night?"

"Full screen is dominated by JPG despair!"

"..."

Su Xiaomu: "..." You guys are so good at playing?

What, just prolific like a sow?Are you afraid that you forgot to cut down during that time and wanted to kneel down and call Dad?

Don't think I can't see it.

Looking at the entire A, B, C plus video sharing sites, how many UP owners are like me, diligent, never resort to tricks, and the quality is really high?
After thinking about it, I only replied to a few people who wanted to turn their cards around, and didn't specifically @out those who speak well——

Because there is no one who speaks nicely.

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"You mean to rewrite the code today and continue to modify the Android file system?"

On Sunday, in Su Xiaomu's study and bedroom, Su Ho folded his chest and looked at Su Xiaomu's bustle with surprise on his face.

Didn't you still want to do it yesterday?

"Ah."

"Have you figured out what to call it?"

"sdFS."

"Is it so casual?"

"Simple and easy to understand, how good? If there is no sdcardfs, I would like to call it this."

When talking about this, Su Xiaomu felt a little regretful and hated being born late.

There is a saying that all good words have been exhausted by the predecessors, and the same applies to naming anything.

"Okay, okay, you have the final say."

Su Ho didn't bother to care about such a small matter.

The program compiler has already popped up on the iMac screen, Su Xiaomu looked back at Su Ho, "Then I'm busy, you are busy with yours, don't worry about me."

Su Ho: "..." Is it okay if I want to control you?

But he said, "Okay."

He left with his slippers drooping, and soon, Su Xiaomu had an extra cup of tea and a small plate of dried blueberries in his hand.

Su Xiaomu took it for granted, and changed his mind, what if Su Ho got married and kicked me out one day?Don't worry about this question, right?
Compared with the modification of the original sdcardfs file system which took almost a week before, it only took 6 hours to make the second modification on Su Xiaomu's own sdFS file system this time.

From algorithm construction to programming, it is a consideration based on the UFS2.1 flash memory standard specification.

To be honest, EMMC Su Xiaomu doesn't want to do it, because its efficiency is low, and it is on the verge of being eliminated, so it won't be very useful.

After three o'clock in the afternoon, Su Xiaomu finished the program debugging, and once again flashed his troubled mobile phone.

"Okay, exactly 15%."

Another 15 minutes later, Su Xiaomu threw aside the domestic mobile phone that was almost dismantled for the third time after playing with it, sat on the armchair with his head resting on his arms, and heaved a sigh of relief.

Su Ho just stood behind him quietly, and the two people were vaguely pillowed on Nao Guoding...

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