A cannon fodder rival dressed as school grass

Zhuang Shen didn't block it, and let him look openly, Shen Wen took a careful look.

He guessed right, the interface above was indeed a hacker forum.

"Are you looking at the hacker forum?" Shen Wen shifted his gaze to his face thoughtfully, "What are you looking at?"

Zhuang Shen took a look and turned off the phone: "I'm learning programming, I'm bored to watch."

"You... learn programming?"

Although the hacker forum is called a hacker forum, hacker is just a forum name, and most of the people who post in it are programmers, especially in the first district, 80.00% are new programmers who keep posting, Zhuang Shen is very addicted to it normal.

Will Zhuang Shen like programming?It simply made Shen Wen puzzled.

Isn't math easier than programming?

Shen Wen asked tentatively: "Do you like programming?"

Zhuang Shen: "It's okay."

Shen Wen opened the car door and let him go in first, then closed the car door before saying, "How long have you been studying?"

"Ten days."

Shen Wen glanced sideways at Zhuang Shen, he was leaning on the back of the chair with a cold expression on his brows and eyes, the faint sunlight coming in from the window made his skin look extra transparent.

Zhuang Shen couldn't bear to do papers for several days. Now that he has learned programming for more than ten days, it can be seen that Zhuang Shen is interested in the subject knowledge.

Shen Wen lowered his eyes to look at him, and said very easy-goingly: "Have you found a teacher? I'm not bad at this aspect, so I can tutor you for free."

Zhuang Shen's tone was flat, without any waves: "I'm self-taught, no thanks."

Shen Wen: "..."

When will Zhuang Shen learn to learn by himself?

Shen Wen saw that he didn't look like he was being tutored at all, so he could only stop there.

Self-study will always find things that you don't know, he said so, Zhuang Shen may come back to him to ask questions when the time comes.

In the evening, Zhuang Shen passed the topics he had sorted out to the Mathematical Olympiad Competition. Seeing that it was still early, he found the painting utensils that Qiu Ling had sent him, and prepared the works for the exhibition that Qiu Ling talked about last time.

The previous paintings were all in a realistic style. Zhuang Shen didn't have anything to paint this time, so he swayed paint on the drawing board more freely.

It wasn't until ten o'clock in the evening, after Liu Fan came back, that Zhuang Shen made the last stroke and washed the brush clean.

Liu Fan came in from the outside, glanced at the painting he had put on the balcony, his eyes widened suddenly, and he let out a "wow".

"What subject are you painting this time? It looks so compelling!" Liu Fan stood in front of the drawing board and looked at it carefully.

The drawing paper is full of abstract and chaotic lines. If you look closely, you don't know what the painting is, but you can tell that the various colors on it are very beautiful, especially advanced and coordinated.

Stepping back a little, Liu Fan saw that the lines in the middle of this painting seemed to form a flower, and there was a slender hand holding the flower, with slender and distinct fingers.

It was yet another painting that he only noticed when he stepped back and squinted.

The theme of this painting is completely different from the blackboard newspapers he saw before, but the personal style of the picture is still very strong. The colors, brushstrokes and strong personal emotions are all very surprising.

Zhuang Shen lowered his head and wiped the water on his hands: "Draw whatever you want."

Liu Fan: "..."

He shouldn't have asked such a question.

Zhuang Shen put the finished painting in a corner to dry, and sent a message to Qiu Ling, asking him to find time to pick up the painting.

Originally, Zhuang Shen wanted to find a courier to send it over, but Qiu Ling was afraid that the painting would be accidentally damaged, so he told him several times not to send it over, and he came to pick it up by himself.

Zhuang Shen packed his things, went to the bathroom to take a shower, and hot water soaked the young man's thin and fair body. Standing in the rising heat, Zhuang Shen slowly closed his eyes.

He always felt that something was wrong, as if something had been missed.

After waking up from Shen Wen's house yesterday, Shen Wen looked at him not quite right.

He seemed to be carefully studying the expression on his face.

What did he do when he was drunk that day?

Zhuang Shen only remembered thinking about the setting of this book, followed by a headache that could not be ignored.

Zhuang Shen looked at the mirror in the bathroom covered with white mist, and the figure inside became ethereal.

The plot of the original owner has been completely changed by him.

He didn't like Ye Fan, and he didn't have an enmity with Shen Wen, let alone lose his life.

Zhuang Huiye was also very disappointed in him, he hadn't contacted him at all during this time, and he might have given up on him.

He will be able to live alone in the days to come.

Just like he did before.

Just as Zhuang Shen was about to wash off the foam from his body, the water rushing down from his head suddenly became icy cold.

Through the bathroom door and the dormitory door with poor sound insulation, he heard the roar from the next dormitory: "Fuck!!! The lowest temperature tonight is eleven degrees! Why is the hot water stopped! I'm freezing to death!!"

Zhuang Shen washed his body expressionlessly, and walked out with a cold look.

Liu Fan also knew that the water was cut off just now. Seeing that Zhuang Shen didn't say a word, he asked, "Do you know that the hot water is stopped outside? Didn't it stop in our dormitory?"

"Stop it." Zhuang Shen turned on the hair dryer and dried his hair, his knuckles turned slightly red.

"You still wash after you stop? Are you an iron man?!" Liu Fan was puzzled, "They all went outside to get buckets of hot water. Wouldn't it be cold after you washed for so long?!"

Zhuang Shen blew his hair clean and went to bed: "It's a bit cold."

But it's acceptable. It's not like he hasn't soaked in this level of cold water before.

Zhuang Shen still overestimated the endurance of this body.

In the morning, everyone around me was memorizing ancient poems in rhythmic rhythms. Zhuang Shen sat on the seat and felt drowsy. In the end, he couldn't take it anymore and lay down on the table to catch up on sleep.