The good substitute is actually a group pet

?? The next morning, the sky was bright.

??Most half of October has passed, and the morning in Jiang City is cold and dry.

??In the quiet and dark room, the bedside table suddenly vibrated with a humming sound.

??Meng Tinghe reluctantly opened his eyes, fished them over to look at the caller ID, and closed them again: "Jin Liang, you better give me a reason to wake me up at six o'clock."

?? The opposite person laughed heartlessly: "Hahahahahaha, baby, you're not awake yet? Oh, it's six o'clock on your side, I thought it was eight o'clock. I've been abroad these few days, and I miscalculated the time difference."

"..." Meng Tinghe's voice was sleepy, "...to get to the point."

?? "Oh oh oh." The opposite party issued a series of meaningless tone words before saying, "Cub, I heard that there is a problem with that game of yours? Have you solved it?"

??Meng Tinghe turned over and buried himself in the quilt: "Yes. The funds are sufficient now, and it should be repaired in the next two days."

??Jin Liang didn't know how to operate this, but he had [-]% blind trust in Meng Tinghe, and when he heard him say this, he nodded with confidence: "Okay, okay, our cubs are amazing Ah, remember to ask Dad if you need anything."

??Meng Tinghe hung up the phone neatly.

??…

?? The guy who miscalculated the time difference is called Jin Liang. He is one of Meng Tinghe's small group members and the one he knows best.

??A few days before the start of freshman year, Meng Tinghe and his father had a very unpleasant fight. He was kicked out of the house, and most of his various cards were frozen.

?? After learning about this incident, several youngsters headed by Jin Liang immediately gave money to feed them in fancy ways, and began to affectionately call Meng Tinghe a cub.

??Meng Tinghe corrected him several times, but to no avail, so he let them go.

?? He shouldn't anyway.

??…

??During that time, compared with the previous life, Meng Tinghe's life was actually simple.

?? Maybe Meng Tinghe looked like a delicate young master, but he was born quite simple. Under the extreme contrast, people's impression of him was miraculously stopped at being simple and poor.

??…

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??Meng Tinghe lay there for ten minutes, his mind filled with Jin Liang's devilish laughter.No longer sleepy, he had no choice but to sit up, put on a coat, and lean on the bedside to write programs.

??Slender fingers quickly tap on the keyboard, and lines of code scroll across the screen.

??After more than an hour, Meng Tinghe closed his notebook and got up to wash.

??In front of the mirror, the young man in a white sweater rubbed his cervical spine, and then pressed down his raised hair with water.

??Meng Tinghe looked at the mirror carefully.

?? Very good, the hair is still very thick.

?? There is no problem with the hairline.

??Outside the room door, the Filipino maid was waiting dutifully. Seeing Meng Tinghe coming out, she whispered to him, "Good morning, sir. Young Master He drank alcohol last night and is still sleeping. Sir, I have to wait for him to wake up." Shall we have breakfast together?"

??Meng Tinghe glanced at her inexplicably, showing no interest in the proposal: "No need."

?? What does He Mingkun eat or not have anything to do with him.

?? The Filipino maid was taken aback for a moment, and led him to the restaurant naturally on the surface.

??The one brought back by Young Master He before, no matter male or female, which one didn't try their best to stick to Young Master He's side.This one was fine, and did nothing.

?? That's right, this gentleman was calm and elegant after eating alone last night. He didn't even step forward to seize the opportunity when he was drunk last night, and shut him out...

??The Filipino maid shook her head and sighed, feeling that although this noble and beautiful lady might not be able to compete with other little fairies who would please others.

??Meng Tinghe didn't know that the Filipino maid was worrying.He was still sitting in yesterday's position, propping his chin and watching the warm morning sun pour in through the floor-to-ceiling windows.

?? The breakfast served is a typical Western breakfast, with ham slices and fried eggs that are crispy and delicious.

??Meng Tinghe poked the sliced ​​ham with a small spoon, looked up and asked the Filipino maid: "Is this He Mingkun's taste?"

??The Filipino maid was taken aback again. She didn't expect that she would get on the road so soon after sighing. She nodded: "Yes, Young Master He likes this taste very much."

??The Filipino maid thinks she has seen through everything.

?? Cater to preferences.Not to mention changing her own taste to be the same as Master He's, the last little girl who asked her about Master He's taste, washed her hands and made soup the next day, and made a table of delicious food for Master He, which made Master He happy for several days , and sent a lot of things.

??Meng Tinghe leaned on the back of the chair and looked up at her: "Since the taste is different, please make it according to my taste next time. It should be fine, right?"

???

??The Filipino maid began to fall into doubt again, with a forced and confused smile: "Ah...?"

??Meng Tinghe poked a small piece of egg and swallowed it with a slight frown: "I will have porridge in the morning. Thank you."

??His stomach is not very good, even squeamish is not an exaggeration.

?? In addition to porridge in the morning, eating other things will be uncomfortable, especially fishy food.

"Okay." The Filipino maid maintained a perfect smile, "No problem. Do you need to make another breakfast now?"

??"No."

??Barely eating half of it, Meng Tinghe stood up and took out his bag from the room.The Filipino maid is still having doubts about the experience she has gained from observing the people around He Shao in the past three years.

??…

?? There was a kick at the stairway, breaking the silence of the living room.

?? "Hey, Mom. What's the matter?... It's okay, just tell me about it several times. It's okay if I don't mess with him, hang up."

??He Mingkun looked tired after hangover and indulgence, and walked downstairs cursingly. He hung up the phone angrily, looked up and saw Meng Tinghe, and remembered being rejected last night, and his tone became harsh.

?? "Why, where are you going on Saturday?"

??Meng Tinghe didn't look at him, his tone was calm: "What's the matter?"

?? He Mingkun looked at his side face, and then swept down his slender neck. His originally annoyed mood calmed down again, and he became a little itchy: "Senior, where are you going? I'll see you off."

??Meng Tinghe folded his windbreaker.

??"School."

??…

?? From the villa area to the school, it takes about half an hour by car.

??The purple supercar drove out of the villa area, sped on the flat road, and then merged with the morning rush hour traffic.

?? Even if it is a supercar, it can only move forward at a slow speed in congested traffic.He Mingkun kept honking the horn in boredom and extremely annoyingly, while thinking about Meng Tinghe's appearance standing in the sun, he blurted out his inner thoughts.

?? "You can't make much money from that broken game, why don't you play it, and follow me in the future, I will give you money, and there will be no risk."

??The game in the early stage of operation has not yet scaled up.He Mingkun didn't have the time to understand it in depth, but just casually checked the income, and learned that it was not as much as his pocket money.

??Meng Tinghe didn't speak. He twirled his fingers and put on the earphones.

??He Mingkun waited for a long time but didn't get an answer. When he turned around, he almost choked to death.

?? He Mingkun: "Senior? What do you think?"

??Meng Tinghe closed his eyes: "."

?? When they arrived at the school, there was a burst of rock and roll bells in the car that had been in silence for a long time. He Mingkun looked at the screen and saw the three characters He Pingsui, and his mood became even more irritable.

?? "Help me answer the phone and deal with it."

??Meng Tinghe was wearing headphones, motionless as a mountain.

??He Mingkun was really a little scared of his uncle. He dared not answer, but he didn't want to.He reached out and took off Meng Tinghe's earphones, connected the phone again, and placed it directly next to his ear.

??The next second, Meng Tinghe heard a low, sweet and careless voice: "Eldest nephew?"

?? "..."

??Young man, your operation is a bit flamboyant.

??Meng Tinghe glanced at He Mingkun from the corner of his eye, reached out to pick up the phone, and said in a steady voice, "Hello, your eldest nephew is driving."

??The male voice on the other side of the phone paused, and didn't ask who Meng Tinghe was. The tone was still casual: "Let him answer."

??Meng Tinghe turned on the speakerphone and put the phone on the shelf.

??He Mingkun frowned, impatiently preparing to speak.

?? At this time, Meng Tinghe suddenly said: "Master, turn left ahead and go directly to the back door."

?? He Mingkun got stuck in his throat.

?? During the pause, He Mingkun subconsciously followed Meng Tinghe's words and parked the car at the back door of University A.

??Meng Tinghe nodded towards him: "Thanks for your hard work, master." After speaking, he got out of the car gracefully.

?? Silent car.

??He Mingkun and the man on the phone synchronized their thinking for the first time.

?? He Mingkun: Why the fuck do I look like a Didi driver.

??He Pingsui: My eldest nephew is so downcast that he becomes a Didi driver?

??…

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?? There was a traffic jam all the way, and it was almost ten o'clock when we reached the school gate.

??Meng Tinghe walked under the shade of the greenery to the dormitory.

??The campus on weekends is a bit deserted than usual, but there are still many people coming and going.There are two boys behind him, who can be vaguely heard chatting about games.

?? "Dude, do you have any game recommendations recently? I'm going to be bored to death."

?? "Recently, I recommend "Suihe Villa"."

??Meng Tinghe slowed down.

?? "Suihe Villa?"

??The boy who introduced the game later rattled the plastic bag in his hand.

?? "Well, mmorpg type. First-class plot, first-class art. The game has just started operation, and the scale is slightly small. I have only gone through a small plot, so please look forward to it. But the daily map and NPC are also very good. It’s fun and has a lot of freedom.”

?? "Wow, sounds good, I'll download it later."

?? "Yes, it's quite interesting. But I suggest you download it in two days."

??"why."

?? "There seems to be a bug in this game recently, and some functions have been closed. I read the announcement saying that it will be repaired in the next two days."

?? "Wait a minute, maintenance for two days???"

?? "Yes, it's very strange..."

??…

??Meng Tinghe walked in front and shook his head very lightly.

?? something strange.

??The developer is also an art copywriter and planner, holding several jobs, and the investor ran away. After two days of repairing, he is already a contemporary wizard.

?? At the bottom of Meng Tinghe's backpack, a game software copyright certificate lay quietly.

?? The most conspicuous two lines above.

?? Suihe Villa.

??Developer: Meng Tinghe.