What makes you think I will always like you?

"So is that little white rabbit who beat the pig's head violently yours?" Chen Lu asked.

"it's me."

Chen Lu said angrily: "Then you should live happily with me instead of beating me every day."

Liang Zhirou glanced sideways at Chen Lu, her clear and charming eyes filled with water, "Who told you to bully me every day..."

"I do not have."

"Then who bullied others during nap time?"

"Well... well, I'll try not to bully you in the future." Chen Lu felt a little guilty and didn't know how to speak harshly for a while.

"I don't believe it." Liang Zhirou gave him a fierce expression, turned her head and continued painting.

"Stop drawing now, hurry up and fight the zombies." Chen Lu urged. It had been too long since he had watched Liang Zhirou fight with zombies, and it seemed like there were ants crawling on his body.

Liang Zhirou glanced at the time and said, "There are still 13 minutes left to paint."

"Ok."

Chen Lu had a sudden idea and took out his SLR to take some photos of Liang Zhirou, who looked attentive. Since I got this camera, I have only taken pictures of Liang Zhirou, and I have already saved a lot of photos. You can even see some changes in this fool.

He stayed next to this Hanhan every day, so naturally he couldn't feel it. But when you look at the photos, you will notice a lot. The most obvious thing is that this fool has a smile on his face more and more often, and he is less and less melancholy. He is no longer willing to leave his profile to the camera as before. , and gradually got used to facing it.

The smile is sweet and the pear dimple is shallow.

Chen Lu knew very well that of course he was not smiling at the camera, but smiling at him.

Her eyes, which were a little dull at first, now look clear and bright.

I don’t know how I will feel when I look at these photos in a few years or even decades.

Looking at the gentle and charming girl in the photo frame, Chen Lu was suddenly stunned.

Liang Zhirou held her chin with one hand, looking intently in front of her eyes as if she was thinking about something. The bright afternoon sunlight shone on her delicate profile, as if time had frozen in time.

She seemed to be the quiet life itself.

"Zhirou, turn around and smile. Hurry up, hurry up." Chen Lu urged in a low voice with a smile.

The next second, he looked at the frozen photo frame and couldn't help but curl his lips.

This was the first time he recorded a girl sticking her tongue out at him.

This is another big step forward. The silly and honest person before was not like this.

Putting the camera away, he sat back next to the girl contentedly.

"How long are you going to draw?"

"Two minutes." Liang Zhirou said seriously.

I have to say that Liang Zhirou is too self-disciplined.

It took me an hour to paint before I was willing to play a game for 10 minutes. It was unbeatable.

As soon as Chen Luhui noticed his interest, the fool paused the game and continued drawing.

It made him feel very uncomfortable, so he simply downloaded one in his notebook to reminisce about his childhood.

But playing by myself is really not as fun as watching this fool play. When he plays, he knows how to win even with his eyes closed. Not to mention that a car is no longer needed, and the plants don't need to be beaten at all.

But playing games is too utilitarian, and it’s meaningless.

Liang Zhirou is different. She can get nervous even playing a casual game. From time to time, she can complete the big task of planting charm mushrooms behind the nut wall.

Later, she heard that charm mushrooms can only work if zombies eat them, so she never brought them again.

He even planted plants in the wrong arrangement when he was nervous, and even blindfolded himself when a zombie walked into his house, not daring to look at it. When this idiot played the game, he looked like a show.

Chen Lu felt that zombies were the saddest thing. After Bao Buqi opened her head, she would find that it was empty.

A group of brothers risked their lives to break through the defense line and send it into the house, but in the end it was all in vain.

Finally, the zombie walked out of the house. Looking at the corpses and broken arms on the ground, he sobbed with difficulty in his already rotten voice: "They all died in vain. Our mission failed. The owner of this house has no brains at all..." ..."

The sense of substitution is very strong, and it makes me despair just thinking about it.

Just as Chen Lu was imagining a tear-jerking drama, Liang Zhirou suddenly said: "It's so easy to make money now."

She pointed at the painting on the screen, "This painting can make me hundreds of dollars."

"Did you, Teacher Chen, teach you well?" Chen Lu looked at her sternly.

Liang Zhirou looked at the time again, then put down her brush, stretched out, and immediately threw herself into Chen Lu's arms.

Now is the time to act coquettishly.

The girl nuzzled into Chen Lu's arms like a cat, and immediately felt that all the fatigue was gone.

This person must be Doraemon sent to her by God.

If she hadn't met Chen Lu, there were some things that she wouldn't have been able to figure out in a few years.

Nowadays, you can earn hundreds by painting. As your level increases, you will only earn more and more in the future, and you don’t have to go out to bask in the sun on a hot day, and you won’t be attacked by others.

In the past, I only worked as a waiter distributing flyers, and I could only earn the same salary after working at that kind of job for several years.

The less easily substituted the ability is, the more money can be made. This was an experience she summed up suddenly.

Anyone can hand out flyers. The more people grab it, the lower the salary will be...

Why couldn't she figure it out before?

"What's wrong?" Chen Lu asked curiously, looking at the motionless silly cat in his arms.

"Hug~"

10 minute later.

"Why do you put the ice shooter behind the torch stump? Isn't it completely useless!" Chen Lu's tone made people feel the increase in his blood pressure.

Liang Zhirou pursed her lips in embarrassment and pretended to be calm, "This is part of the plan."

Chen Lu:? !

"Okay, why don't you learn from me?" He said speechlessly. This idiot even learned to speak like him.

You can't stay here for long.

"How can you be so good? Apart from bullying me every day, you just act like a hooligan..." Liang Zhirou grunted as she shoveled away the wrong Ice Shooter.

"I'm not, I don't have it, don't talk nonsense." Chen Lu couldn't help rubbing his sour eyes. He bought this computer screen when he was in his first year of high school. The quality was a bit behind the times and his eyes hurt after looking at it for a long time. "Change the monitor." Well, your eyes are not tired after looking at paintings for a long time?"

He cursed himself in his mind, I really deserve to die. How could I only think of this now?

"Not tired."

Liang Zhirou said this, but couldn't help but turn her head and blink.

"I usually use it, so I change it when it's time." Chen Lu said seriously, "But I don't know what monitor to use for drawing. Ask Lin Miaomiao."

"Oh......"

Liang Zhirou opened the chat interface between herself and Lin Miaomiao, and tapped the keyboard with unfamiliar hands.

[I want to buy a monitor, do you have any recommendations? Just a few hundred yuan...]

Chen Lu frowned and snorted coldly: "Your method is too stupid. If it were me, I would say that monitors under 1000 yuan are garbage and I will not accept refutation."

......

in the afternoon.

Liang Zhirou had a class, so Chen Lu went out at the same time as her and returned to the company first, planning to wait for her to finish class before following her to see the house.

As soon as he arrived at the door of the company, he heard extremely noisy sounds coming from inside through the glass door.

Chen Lu opened the door in a daze and saw two groups of people crowded on both sides, noisy.

"The difference between this pure mid laner!"

"No, Le Yun, is it too abstract that you can be killed by Lin Miaomiao alone? Aren't you the one who wants to rebuild the glory of the program team?"

"The programming team and the art team have the last bo3! Bet on a bottle of Coke, bet on it and leave!"

I don’t know who saw Chen Lu first. The sound of playing quickly became smaller and smaller, and finally disappeared. I was in the middle of chatting in class when I suddenly saw the head teacher leaning against the window.

"you......"

Everyone fell silent and seemed mentally prepared to be scolded.

Under everyone's trembling gaze, Chen Lu continued:

"Isolate me?"