hunt for programmers

However, no matter how nice and appreciative Cao Cao is to Guan Yu, in the end, he can only get a helpless and sad and indignant mood of "being in Cao Ying and heart in Han".

Until now, he was willing to admit that the real reason for Xiao Ran's secretiveness was only because of one person.

Cheng Jialin smiled vaguely, relaxed his body, picked up the kettle to help Wen Hao add a cup of tea, and said in a deep voice: "No matter what, if you can pay back the favor you owe, I will pay back what he owes." , we do not distinguish between each other."

Wen Hao was silent for a moment, with a teasing smile on the corner of his mouth, he said leisurely: "I heard that you are researching a new engine technology recently, which can better solve the compatibility problem in the game. If you are willing to use this This technology helps us write a program for our game for our reference, then you will pay off the favor, what do you think?"

Cheng Jialin understood that if he did this, he would be tacitly defaulting his research results into an open-source program in a disguised form, making it free for people in the industry to use. He picked up his teacup, took a sip of tea, and smiled in relief: "Okay, no problem."

Wen Hao seemed a little unbelievable about his hasty decision. After staring at Cheng Jialin for a while, he sighed meaningfully: "It's not easy."

Cheng Jialin: "What?"

Wen Hao glanced at Cheng Jialin, turned his eyes away, turned to look at the busy traffic outside the window, shook his head and said, "Nothing is easy."

This time Cheng Jialin didn't ask any questions, nor did he give any answers.

After parting from Wen Hao, Cheng Jialin stood alone on the cold windy street, raised his hands to his mouth and took a breath, couldn't help raising his head to look at the drowsy sky... It seemed that it was about to snow.

celebrate

Xiao Ran's bitter plan was useless in the end. He was surprised to find that after Cheng Jialin returned from a trip, his strange illnesses were miraculously cured.

However, at this moment, facing Cheng Jialin who was solemnly picking off his clothes, Xiao Ran greeted Cheng Jialin a few times arrogantly on the surface, but in his heart he had already tasted all the emotions of joy, anger, sorrow, and joy one by one.

He roared secretly: Thank God, Cheng Jialin, a ruthless big popsicle, finally found his conscience, otherwise he would die of depression because of dissatisfaction with his desires.

Cough, if that's the case, then the reason for hanging up is a bit hard to explain. He gnawed Cheng Jialin's lower lip with mixed feelings of sadness and joy, and really wanted to ask him what he had been doing for the past two weeks.But it was rare for Cheng Jialin to take the initiative to tease him tonight, and he really didn't want to spoil the beauty of this beautiful moment.

Fortunately, Cheng Jialin showed ten times more gentle and passionate love than usual, which instantly melted his grievances into a mess, making him forget tonight and hexi...

In this way, this really awkward "Cold War" farce has now run its own course and no one cares about it.

Then, the next day, everyone in the company was horrified to discover that their otherworldly Mr. Cheng was always showing his own uniqueness. When he put on a serious and indifferent face, he changed from normal, and with a warm smile all day long, he conveyed the message "I am in a good mood recently, and you can come to harass me anytime if you have any questions" to everyone present.

Of course, the ice sculpture physique is the ice sculpture physique, no matter how warm you smile, everyone can only feel the same shudder from this smile, no one dares to "harass" him rashly.

However, everyone is really curious about what kind of things can pry the tip of the iceberg that has been immobile for thousands of years in their Boss Cheng.Everyone got together in private, had a brainstorming session, and finally came to the conclusion that Mr. Cheng may only be slow to react to experience the joy of success.

For this reason, everyone tacitly began to feel sorry for their Boss Cheng again - this must be due to the freezing of the body by the air-conditioning attribute that comes with them, so that they have such a slow-heating physique.

Afterwards, Cheng Jialin directly confirmed from his actions that he was indeed in a good mood. He took the initiative to organize everyone to go to KTV on Christmas Eve without Lao Yang's suggestion, to celebrate their game turnover exceeding [-] million this month.

All the homeboys who lived a monotonous life of three points and one line all day seemed to have finally found their organization, cheering and swarming into the spacious box. With a wave, he tore off his usually boring disguise smartly, howled and shook the ground, and didn't care about the need to maintain a dog-like image in front of the only two beauties in the company.

KTV is really a good place to vent your emotions. At that time, everyone sang songs one after another, and released a lot of toxins that are accustomed to being anxious and numb in the bodies of urban people, gradually revealing their true and fragile On the other hand, as if he was alive again, his courage also grew.

Xiao Li stood up from the position next to Lin Xiaomei, walked unsteadily in front of Cheng Jialin, and was not afraid of death and forced Cheng Jialin to sing "Borrowing 500 Years from the Sky" with him.

Before Cheng Jialin expressed his opinion, everyone imagined the scene for a while, feeling that this rough and unrestrained song really had a sense of disobedience with their indifferent and calm Mr. Cheng, and they all thoughtfully rejected Xiao Li for Cheng Jialin. This retarded proposal.

So, Lao Yang recommended himself, held Xiao Li's shoulders, and accompanied him to sing this song out of the arrogance of Wuzhishan, which you can't escape in another 500 years.

After the song was over, Xiao Li returned to his original position with a gloomy expression on his face, looking for comfort from Lin Xiaomei.Everyone then "revolted after autumn" and began to encourage Cheng Jialin to sing a song alone.

Cheng Jialin sat on the sofa, frowned slightly, and sent a distress signal to Xiao Ran beside him.Just now when Xiao Li invited him to sing together, he hesitated, not because this song was not suitable for him, but because he really didn't like singing since he was a child.

Having been with Cheng Jialin for so long, Xiao Ran had never heard Cheng Jialin sing. At this moment, he was unmoved by Cheng Jialin's helpless gaze, smiling gloatingly, his eyes full of anticipation.

In the dim private room, Cheng Jialin was stunned by Xiao Ran's bright eyes, sighed secretly, got up and went to the karaoke station to switch to a soothing English song, then walked to the center of the private room, accompanied by the prelude, He coughed lightly twice, and said, "I've been a little bit angry recently, and my throat feels uncomfortable, so I stopped singing..."

"Ah? No, no, no..." The bottom was full of reluctance.

"Let's do a mechanical dance for you..." Cheng Jialin added slowly.

"Wow..." Before the crowd had finished booing, the music started, and Cheng Jialin moved slowly, and everyone opened their mouths wide, unable to utter a word.

As the crowd fell silent for a moment, the noise from other private rooms outside the door broke in uncontrollably, but everyone seemed to have never heard of it. Everyone's attention was focused on Cheng Jialin's seemingly natural dancing posture. Like a display robot coming to life, it has flesh and blood, but its movements seem to be controlled by a computer program designed in advance. Every movement has the exclusive beauty and shock of mechanical dance, coupled with his The perfectly cold and delicate face that doesn't need to be modified deliberately made everyone present experience a visual feast.

The music slowly lowered its key, and when it entered the ending melody, everyone sighed as if they had just woken up from a dream: "Why is this song so short..."

Then there was a "click", and everyone saw Lin Xiaomei standing up and holding up her mobile phone, and said excitedly: "What a rare material!"

Everyone showed a regretful expression, and took out their mobile phones as quickly as possible, trying to record Cheng Jialin's last few movements.

Xiao Ran, who was the most shocked, was half a beat slower than everyone else in reacting. He didn't come back to his senses until he saw everyone standing up in unison. With a "owoo", he took a big stride and jumped onto the coffee table , stretched his arms, blocked Cheng Jialin's figure, and said angrily: "No filming!"

Everyone: "..."

When the show ended at midnight, everyone’s faces were filled with unsatisfactory expressions, and they all complimented Cheng Jialin: "Mr. Cheng, your dance is really amazing!" "Mr. Cheng really keeps it hidden!" "Yes, yes Ah, when will you dance for us again?!"

"It's gone, it's gone," Xiao Ran waved his hand and said, "There won't be a next time, hehe."

Everyone: "..."——what's the matter with this self-righteous and possessive sense of sight? !

After returning home, Xiao Ran hugged Cheng Jialin and collapsed on the sofa, buried his head in his chest, and remained motionless.

Cheng Jialin pushed Xiao Ran, who was stuck to him like a brown candy, and said he was going to take a bath.

As a result, Xiao Ran hugged her even tighter upon hearing the words, as if holding a peerless treasure, and would not let go of her life or death.

Cheng Jialin smiled helplessly, and sat on the sofa with him for a while.

After a while, Xiao Ran had enough hugs, raised his head to meet Cheng Jialin's doting gaze, and let the excitement in his heart be overwhelmed: "It's really amazing... Cheng Jialin, what other amazing skills do you have that I don't know?" Do you know?"

Cheng Jialin bowed his head and gently kissed his star-like eyes, but smiled and said nothing.

Xiao Ran also smiled brightly, and said softly, "Can you sing me a song?"

Cheng Jialin: "..."

Seeing his melancholy expression, Xiao Ran knew that he wanted to shirk again. He sat up straight and shook Cheng Jialin's arm: "Sing me a song, okay?"

Cheng Jialin coughed lowly: "I don't like singing."

Xiao Ran blinked: "Sing, sing, I haven't heard you sing before."

"..." Cheng Jialin Shi