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Tong Wu asked himself that he couldn't figure out who Yan Jingchen was, and every time he wanted to sum him up in one word, he found that he couldn't find the right one—it wasn't that the words were poor, but that those words were not good enough for Yan Jingchen.

Domineering president...it sounds vexatious enough, but unexpectedly, Tong Wu couldn't refute it.

Ziqing looked at Tong Wu with wide eyes, with an expression that expected Tong Wu to somewhat agree with his conclusion...

Tong Wu shook his head, patted him on the shoulder sympathetically, and said, "I sincerely hope that your beloved sect master will never know how you see him."

Ziqing: "..."

Originally, Ziqing wanted to stay a little longer, after all, it was rare to go down the mountain once, so he had to play enough to do it.

He was just about to go out to find a computer to surf the Internet for entertainment, when the door connecting the two sides at the back suddenly opened with a bang, and something flew out of it at an extremely fast speed, and crashed into Ziqing's arms.

That thing raised its head in Ziqing, and opened its mouth to spit out a human language: "Ziqing, run, the master brother is down the mountain!"

It turned out to be the sound of Hongsha!

After the thing "speaks", it suddenly struggles out of Ziqing's arms, flaps its wings and circles a few times in mid-air, and then enters nirvana without warning... Only then did Tongwu see clearly the thing that came to deliver the message, unexpectedly It was a paper crane with a broken strand of consciousness attached to it.

The senior brother in charge was about to come down the mountain, and it was no joke that he bumped into him. Seeing that something was wrong, Ziqing immediately prepared to run away.

He raised his hand and drew out a big cattail fan with smoky marks on the corner, and jumped up neatly, "I'm leaving first, please hold back and tell the sect master that I've been here! !!" Before the words fell, the imperial fan flew away with a whimper.

Tong Wu glanced at the door and closed it silently.

Without Ziqing's interference, Tong Wu began to think carefully about the truth he guessed just now, and he felt that he needed to calm down.

For what purpose did Yan Jingchen actually willingly use his own blood as a primer for making blood substitutes?

Tong Wu couldn't figure it out, even though he wasn't a real monk, he still knew what Yan Jingchen's actions represented—a practitioner used various methods to temper his body and mind, absorbing the essence of the world, the sun and the moon to boost his strength and cultivation, Yan Jingchen's cultivation is profound, and his blood is alive, but every time he bleeds, it is tantamount to reducing his cultivation.

Cultivation is the most important thing for a monk, what reason does he have to do this, for the sake of his own nameless corpse cultivation, he sacrifices his cultivation!

If Yan Jingchen did not give the answer to this question in person, I am afraid that no one can help Tongwu answer it. Even if he wants to break his head, the result will not gradually become clear with the passage of time, because there are some old things in the past. No one mentioned it.

Some secrets don't need to be known...

Yan Jingchen came to the Internet cafe quietly as usual, to his surprise, Tong Wu was not reading or practicing calligraphy today, he was surfing the Internet.

Filling his eyes with true energy, Yan Jingchen saw what Tong Wu was browsing, which was a novel called "The Domineering President Falls in Love with Me".

Yan Jingchen: "..."

What the hell is this little bastard looking at, what's wrong with looking at it carefully? Looking at this kind of Mary Suwen, it's still romance!

The leader is in a mess, wishing that this novel had never appeared.

"What are you doing?" He pretended to be relaxed, and stepped forward to sit beside Tong Wu.

Tong Wu glanced at him hastily, then turned his attention back to the screen, "I'm reading a novel, why are you here?"

"Oh." Yan Jingchen nodded, "What novel, is it good?"

"good."

Seeing that Tong Wu didn't understand what he wanted, Yan Jingchen asked persistently, "What are you talking about?"

"Uh...it's really hard to summarize."

"Huh?" Yan Jingchen raised his eyebrows.

To be honest, it’s not that Tong Wu didn’t want to tell Yan Jingchen, but as he himself said, this novel is really not very easy to sum up, not to mention that he only read it to understand the “dominant president”, and carefully selected the scenes where the male protagonist appeared. Reading, whether the heroine is round or flat, he still can't remember half of it.

After reading it for a long time, Tong Wu didn't think that Yan Jingchen resembled the hero of the novel, so he simply closed the webpage and turned to look at himself.

Yan Jingchen didn't know that he was put on by his younger brother, and was dubbed a domineering president. He always cared about Tong Wu's homework.

"How is your handwriting?" Yan Jingchen asked.

"...I haven't practiced much."

"Why don't you practice?"

"...too busy, work is the main cultivation and supplemented."

"..." Unable to refute, Yan Jingchen shut up for a while, wondering why the kid was acting weird today.

The two had their own thoughts, and the atmosphere was silent. It happened that a customer who was surfing the Internet greeted the network administrator, and Tong Wu hurried out of the counter.

I don't know how it happened. Recently, the computer in the Internet cafe crashed every three days. It is said that this Kunlun Internet cafe is so special that ordinary computer viruses can't affect the computer in the Internet cafe. So what is the problem?Tong Wu first arranged for the customer to change a computer, and then carried the problematic one back to the counter for repairs.

He is now very proficient in solving many computer problems independently. He returned to the counter and put the computer on the table, and then removed the side panel with three strokes.

Checked the computer inside and out, the hardware is absolutely fine, that is, the software is not dealing with it.

To be honest, he is not very familiar with the software, and whether he can fix it well depends on his luck.

Connect the computer to the spare display screen, and after pressing the power button for a few seconds, the screen is blue, and a line of letters flashes repeatedly, but Tong Wu, who doesn’t understand foreign language, can’t understand it at all, so he instinctively turned his eyes for help Vote for Yan Jingchen.

When he was working just now, Yan Jingchen didn't make a sound, but just watched quietly until he asked himself for help.

"Yan Jingchen, come and help me, I can't fix the software problem." Tong Wu said, and then he touched the mouse a few times.

Yan Jingchen stepped forward and moved closer to Tong Wu to watch the screen.

His right hand unconsciously covered the mouse, but Tong Wu's hand didn't have time to take it away, so the coldness and warmth touched together, Tong Wu quickly retracted his hand as if being burned, and Yan Jingchen pretended to be something Nothing happened, even though his heart was surging, the movement of his hand did not stop, and he touched the mouse again.

After swiping the mouse a few times and found it was useless, Yan Jingchen pressed the keyboard with his left hand again.

At this time, Tong Wu realized that he was actually surrounded by Yan Jingchen in his arms. He pressed the buttons with his left hand and moved his arm to brush against his ears from time to time, making it itchy.

Inexplicably embarrassed, Tong Wu said, "Why don't you sit down and do it."

"No, you sit down." Yan Jingchen flatly refused, and poked Tong Wukong's right hand, "Don't dawdle, press Enter for me."

So the two of them held this strange posture, one was in charge of typing, the other was in charge of pressing the Enter key, and the cooperation was surprisingly smooth.

After an inspection, Yan Jingchen tried to repair it, but only after failing did he realize that the system used by all the computers in the Kunlun Internet Cafe has been stopped by the software company for maintenance. Qian's domineering president and head of money couldn't help being rude.

If you want to insist on using this system, it is not impossible, but if this continues, more and more machines will crash and become unusable. It is better to take this opportunity to reinstall all the machine systems after a while of pain.

Obviously, except for the help of Tong Wu and Tan Xin, no one else can intervene.

This is a big project, Tong Wu looked at the vast array of computers in the Internet cafe, and suddenly had a headache.

Anyway, who made this his job?

Yan Jingchen thought it was funny when Tong Wu acted heroically, so he held back and didn't say that he actually had another way.

Since you are an extraordinary person, you should not be too rigid in dealing with things in the way of ordinary people. Yan Jingchen asked Tong Wu to learn from it, first reinstall the computer system that had a problem just now, and at the same time cover the side panel, engrave a line on the panel. The spell, as for the content of the spell... Anyway, Tong Wu couldn't understand it.

Yan Jingchen asked Tong Wu to bring over the computers that had problems before, and also engraved charms on the side panels, and then concentrated on urging them, only to see many letters and numbers flying out of the first computer in a twisting posture. A few other computers to the side.

Tong Wu: "..."

He understood it. This force-feeding method of violent machine installation is something no one can imagine. Yan Jingchen is really domineering!

Although this kind of violent method looks a little scary, the effect is really good. When Tan Xin came to hand over at night, half of the computers in the Internet cafe had been reinstalled and debugged. After a long time, Yan Jingchen was not tired. It's a bit of a trend of getting more and more excited.

Tan Xin knew what was going on at a glance. He first handed over with Tong Wu, and then turned around and asked Yan Jingchen to rest, and he could just leave the rest of the matter to himself.

Yan Jingchen nodded, said "Thanks for your hard work", and then pulled Tong Wu away.

When the two returned to Tongwu's small room, Yan Jingchen stared at the pen, ink, paper and inkstone on the table, as if he could see a flower.

"What are you looking at?" Tong Wu asked while making tea.

"Look at what you wrote."

As he spoke, Yan Jingchen twisted up a piece of rice paper and wrote the words "Kunlun is immortal, the world of mortals is at ease".

Tong Wu's handwriting is beautiful, different from his baggy face, his handwriting is slender and thin but not effeminate, every swipe and swipe reveals a sharp force, and the end of each stroke is like a handle The sharp blade with a shiny edge, at first glance, has no momentum, but in the next second it will make you feel unstoppable!

This word was so well written that Yan Jingchen couldn't help saying three "good" words repeatedly, and wanted to take this stack of words back for collection.

He wanted to collect it, but Tong Wu of course refused, he didn't feel that his handwriting was good enough to collect, let alone Yan Jingchen, he felt uncomfortable no matter what.

"You are really..." Tong Wu was really helpless if he couldn't compete with him.

"How?" Upon receiving Tong Wu's words, the corners of Yan Jingchen's eyes and brows were filled with joy, like a bridegroom who has just paid homage and is waiting to enter the bridal chamber.

After thinking about it for a long time, Tong Wu couldn't hold it back anymore, so he could only answer under Yan Jingchen's staring gaze: "It's too domineering..."

Isn't that right, the head of the domineering president!