My protagonist attributes have been discovered

I don't know where the focus of the expressionless human holding the takeaway box and holding the mobile phone is, the fishing cat uncle changed his tone and sighed: "Also, for us cats, the process of hunting by ourselves is actually more important than enjoying the finished product directly." Make the cat happy!"

Seeing the small aquatic creatures in the carriage, including the mother goldfish and the little goldfish, start to cuddle tightly because of the other party's words, and even start to approach the emergency button, they raised their heads, narrowed their eyes, raised their beards, and shook their tails. Uncle Fishing Cat, Song Yangle and the fisherman: "..." Hey, you did it on purpose, you dangerous | dangerous | element!

Fortunately, the speed of the subway was fast enough, and the station announcement at Luli Station came out. Uncle Fishing Cat returned to his elegant and mature appearance, flicked his tail, and said goodbye to the two humanoid creatures. When he stepped out of the car door, all the small aquatic creatures gathered together Heaved a sigh of relief, there were a large and a small string of bubbles in the electric fish tank of the mother goldfish and the little goldfish.

Aware of his sight, the golden red goldfish who forgot that he had seen this face before shyly hid behind his mother, and a faint voice came: "Mom, that brother is looking at me."

The mother goldfish whose relevant memories were about to disappear also moved her fish eyes, glanced at him, and blocked her daughter with a flick of her tail, and her voice shook the fish tank: "Leave him alone! Don't worry about being perverted!"

Little Goldfish: "Oh."

The unlucky Song Yangle, who just passed by and was stared at by all the creatures around with weird eyes: "..." I understand, it's time to return to autism.

"Pfft." The fisherman standing next to him couldn't hold back and laughed out loud.

The autistic Song Yangle glanced at him expressionlessly, held his phone steady, and didn't speak.

Being caught laughing by the person involved, the fisherman immediately blushed with embarrassment. In order to ease the embarrassment, he looked at his mobile phone screen, half to enliven the atmosphere and half out of curiosity and asked: "What are you? Step counting device?"

"...um." That's right.

"Then you have already walked a lot of steps today!" The other party looked at the red five-digit number starting with "2" in surprise, "Did you walk all the way from Shanhai Hotel to the subway entrance?"

"..."

No.

Song Yangle, who came by express train, gave an answer firmly in his heart, but when he thought of his job and looked away, he finally suppressed his conscience and chose to remain silent.

The fisherman who thought he was acquiescing suddenly sighed: "Wow, I didn't expect it to be so difficult for Shanhai Restaurant to deliver food."

Yes, it is really not easy to maintain a state of consciencelessness all the time.Although he thought so inside, on the surface he could only: "..."

"But why do you hold it like this all the time? Aren't your hands tired?" The fisherman suggested friendlyly: "Actually, if you don't want to continue counting steps, you can just quit."

The problem is that I can't stop it if I want to - before entering the subway, he actually tried the exit function on the express train, and later found that this Bawang software is indeed worthy of the core design of the money grabbing system in the hotel. First, once it is installed on the mobile phone, the software will automatically default to its active background operation. Before the order is actually delivered, this "step counting" will not stop... It is better to keep it on and follow the rules found Try to keep it stable so that the data does not grow wild when you can't see it.

However, even though many ideas and supporting pictures and texts popped up in just a short moment, in order to survive, he still tried his best to answer briefly: "Software settings."

"……Oh."

Just when the fisherman who felt out of the loop didn’t know what to say next and had to tidy up his fishing gear, the subway broadcast sounded, Zhang’e Mountain had arrived, the train braked, and the forward carriage swayed due to inertia, the fisherman turned back after finishing the fishing rod , just in time to see the sudden soaring numbers on human mobile phones.

Song Yangle, who was keenly aware of the gaze that swept past his hand and raised his head to meet the opponent's eyes: "..."

Facing the fisherman's hesitant eyes, no matter what the meaning behind it is, he can only think of three responses:

--I'm not.I don't.Please hold your head.