Holographic online games are unscientific

Despite sharing the virus, Wilmot came down with a cold the next day.

Of course, when I first woke up, I just felt uncomfortable in my throat.After washing up, he drank two large glasses of drinking water, and the discomfort was suppressed temporarily.To his surprise, Mr. Xia also woke up early.

"Why do you wake up so early?" From the corner of the eye, he spotted Mr. Xia coming out of the room, and Wilmot stopped the movement of drinking the remaining half glass of water, "I made too much noise?"

Mr. Xia glanced at Wilmot, with a standard look of not waking up: "Huh? No... Aren't you driving to work? I want to ask Little Xingxing to sign some kind of consent form, and I happened to be passing by your car. "

Upon hearing this, Wilmot immediately put the cup on the table, and followed Mr. Xia into the bathroom: "Looking for Little Star? Consent letter?"

"Well... yesterday we brushed Xiaolong, but it seems that the artificial intelligence modified the program without authorization. Little Xingxing said it doesn't count, so let me sign that artificial intelligence return agreement?" Mr. Xia stuffed the toothbrush into his mouth and twisted it. After finishing the toothpaste, I turned on the electric switch, "If I don't remember clearly, I will go for a swim."

Wilmot replied without thinking: "Go to sleep, I'll tell him."

Mr. Xia turned off the switch and looked at Wilmot with bright eyes: "I have never thought you are so reliable."

"..." Should he be happy or unhappy?

"Be careful on the road."

Mr. Xia leaned against the door, waved his hands with a smile on his face, and sent off Wilmot who was about to go to work.

In this way...isn't it a bit like a wife sending her new husband out?

After a moment of stupor, reason drove Wilmot to stop imagining, he subconsciously covered his nose with his hands—after making sure that there was no suspicious warm liquid coming out of his nose, he took a Tomato Face went downstairs.

Just take Mr. Xia's words as a compliment.

Of course, he wouldn't tell Mr. Xia that he was willing to help, but he didn't want Mr. Xia to have too many unnecessary contacts with Liu Xing.After all... even if it's just a joke, even if they have known each other for a long time, Mr. Xia and Liu Xing are too close. In the eyes of others, this relationship has already surpassed ordinary friends... From now on, Mr. Xia will only belong to him alone.

The sweetness in the morning did have a good effect. It kept Wilmot in high spirits throughout the morning, improved his work efficiency, and laughed at everyone, which was more effective than taking stimulants.It's just that in the afternoon, the cold virus took the upper hand - he began to feel weak in his hands and feet, dizzy and cold. Fortunately, his bloody state in the morning allowed him to finish most of the afternoon's work ahead of schedule, so that he would not be delayed. the point.

After finally getting off work, Wilmot dragged his exhausted body into the car and went straight to the hospital - one was because he didn't want to infect Mr. Xia with a cold, and the other was because it was too much for him to go back like this. In a state of embarrassment, he wanted to maintain a relatively good image in front of Mr. Xia. This sick image obviously did not meet the standards, so he chose to obediently stay in the hospital and get an IV drip.

The longer you wait, the easier it is to get bored.After he felt the cold medicinal liquid flowing through his veins for nearly half an hour, he finally couldn't help raising his head and began to observe the patients around him who were on drips like him.After observing for a while, he discovered a fact—no matter adults, children or the elderly, every patient is accompanied by relatives and friends.

For him, it is common for him to go to the hospital for an IV drip when he is sick, and then go back to work in the company after the injection. He has never been so empty like today.He closed his eyes, and Mr. Xia's smiling face appeared in his mind, which made him feel a little anxious.

Sure enough, at times like this, it would be great if he was by my side...

Wilmot raised his hand and looked at his watch. The hour hand pointed to 42:[-].

He didn't go back so late, why didn't Mr. Xia feel anxious?

Wilmot endured it, but still couldn't hold back, took out his mobile phone and typed a text message to Mr. Xia, with an innocent expression like a puppy abandoned by its owner: You don't know if I didn't go back so late Worried about me?

Mr. Xia's text message was answered very quickly, and there was a reply in more than ten minutes: What's the matter?in the game.

Wilmot clenched the phone until his knuckles turned white, then let go: nothing, just asking, you can continue playing.

"I'm sick and you're still playing games" of course he has feelings of dissatisfaction, but considering Mr. Xia may be playing arena or dungeon, he deliberately went offline in order to reply to his text messages, his mood It's much better again——sure enough, people who are sick have a heart of glass.

He shook his already dizzy head, and the dizziness was just enough to make him forget these troublesome things. He closed his eyes and quietly waited for the boring time to pass.The three bottles of medicine that were originally full were reduced little by little, and one bottle was exchanged for another. When he felt that he was much more energetic, there was not much medicine left in the hanging bottle.

"In the future, if you want others to care about you, remember to explain the reason clearly. It's a waste of my phone bill."

A familiar voice sounded behind him, and Wilmot turned his head in surprise. Before he could see the face of the person coming, he was knocked dizzy by the other person.

"...Telephone bill?" Wilmot held his forehead for a long time. After frowning and opening his eyes, he grabbed Mr. Xia's hand without any intention of letting go. "How do you know I'm here?"

"Guess." Then he really got it right... The corners of Mr. Xia's mouth twitched twice, holding back the second half of the sentence.

Wilmot looked at Mr. Xia with bright eyes: "There is a good heart!"

Mr. Xia calmly pointed to the back of Wilmot's hand: "Your aunt has flowed backwards."

"..." Wilmot silently put down the hand that inserted the needle.

Mr. Xia looked up at the bottle, raised his hand and called the nurse girl sitting nearby, and asked her to pull out Wilmot's needle.Only then did Wilmot realize that Mr. Xia's breathing was a little short, as if he had just finished exercising, his chest rose and fell one after another with his breathing. Could it be... Xia always ran all the way here because he was worried about him?

Due to the improbable distance, Wilmot had no choice but to change his mind: "How did you get here?"

"Ah?" Mr. Xia, who trotted all the way from the bus station, was in a temporary state of cerebral hypoxia, and it took him a while to recall, "Bus."

A chrysanthemum smiled instantly on Wilmot's face: "Oh, why are you in such a hurry? Walk slowly and I can't run."

"Don't get me wrong. I'm just afraid that your front foot will drive away and I'll arrive on the back foot. It's just a waste of my trip."

"I don't get you wrong," Wilmot wanted to laugh at this time, the corners of his mouth couldn't stop rising, "I'll make up my mind."

After the nurse's eyes went back and forth between the two of them a few times, she also laughed, and the smile was meaningful: "Hold on, don't catch a cold and lose too much blood and send it back."

"..." Is this referring to the pinhole on the back of his hand, or is he afraid that his nosebleed will not stop when he gets excited?

Wilmot reluctantly let go of Mr. Xia's hand, obediently pressed the wound with a cotton swab, and seriously thought about whether the law in the mainland could be cursed.

The return trip was driven by Mr. Xia, and after Wilmot fastened his seat belt and sat firmly in the car, he poured out all the questions that were waiting for him to answer.Given that there were too many questions and Wilmot was in a state of inexplicable excitement, Mr. Xia directly threw a ruthless "shut up" on Wilmot's face.As a last resort, Wilmot had no choice but to lie obediently in the passenger seat and start taking a nap.

When they got home, it was already past nine o'clock in the evening. As soon as they entered the door, Wilmot was kicked back to the room by Mr. Xia's 9 consecutive hits. Finally, he slapped him on the bed as a finale, and Wilmot died of old age... ... Cough, he didn't die, but he was so wronged that he was no different from being dead.

"Good night."

After saying this, Mr. Xia reached for the switch on the bedside, intending to turn off the light and leave the room.

"Are you really not going to answer my question?" Wilmot stretched out his hand to the quilt that Mr. Xia had tucked in for him, and his mood plummeted from surprise to resentment.

Mr. Xia didn't stop turning off the lights, but gave up the idea of ​​leaving the room immediately.He sighed in the dark, and then said: "I received your text message, and after a simple analysis, I can quickly find out your abnormal information. Your car and mobile phone have positioning systems, call to ask you The secretary will know. The girl also told me that you took a long nap today and coughed continuously during the meeting, so after I got your address, I took the bus there, what's the problem?"

"Yes," Wilmot originally wanted to ask Mr. Xia if he was worried about him, but he carefully thought about his experiences these days... There is no good end to making progress, so he learned his wisdom from a fall in a pit and changed his life. Topic, "I slept just now, I don't want to sleep now, I want to discuss something with you."

President Xia replied concisely: "Say."

"I haven't decided what gifts to give to Second Mom and Kuang Bayan... Ever since Kuang Baya and Second Mom got married, they have always celebrated their birthdays together. Do you think it's better for me to give one or two?" Good portion? What would you like to give?"

"Before that, please allow me to ask you a question." Mr. Xia narrowed his eyes and thought about the date that Liu Xing had revealed to him, but his memory was still vague, "How many days until their birthday banquet?"

"Less than a week to go..."

"It's less than a week away... I really want to fuck you, now? I really adore you!"

In the dark, Wilmot was not afraid that Xia would always see his embarrassing expression: "It's because I value it too much...and I don't know what to give...Actually, I've been troubled for more than half a month..."

"Young man, you are awesome! If you still want to be recognized like this, close your eyes and dream!" After the sarcasm, Mr. Xia gave a useful suggestion after finishing his sarcastic remarks, "You are not the first research and development company in the whole mainland. Is there a company with holographic online games? The holographic projection must be very powerful. Hurry up and call the people in your technical department and ask if it is feasible to use holographic projection to make a small movie. Did you inadvertently tell everyone about your achievements?"

"Why didn't I think of it! Baby I love you so much!"

When Wilmot got excited, he jumped up from the bed, grabbed his phone and made several calls in succession.

During the call, Wilmot uttered professional terminology continuously, forcing Mr. Xia to yawn again and again, and fell asleep several times while maintaining his sitting position.When Wilmot let out a series of meaningless giggles and seemed to have no momentum to make a call, Mr. Xia looked at the time and saw that it was almost ten o'clock.

"They said it's still too late...as long as you don't do complicated scenes and characters..."

Mr. Xia yawned again, and replied copiously: "Yes, then congratulations on catching up."

Wilmot grinned and smiled again: "Honey, I'll write the story right now, and you can read it for me."

"You write slowly, I'll sleep for a while," Mr. Xia saw Wilmot excitedly rushing to the computer on the table, and lay down on the empty bed. Before going to bed, he reminded: "If you want to write For your own story, remember not to add any plots that may damage the image of your father and second mother. You should avoid it skillfully and write a story that only you can understand... Forget it, I will explain it in detail when you finish writing it .”

When Wilmot woke him up, he didn't know what time it was.President Xia rubbed his eyes, forced himself to finish reading the densely packed stories on his computer, and finally smiled.

With the light of the computer screen, Wilmot could also see Mr. Xia's smile. This unexplained smile made him very nervous—he didn't write funny stories, why did Xia always laugh like this?

"How is it, okay?" Wilmot finally couldn't help asking.

"Huh?" Boss Xia turned his face away, the smiles at the corners of his eyes and mouth couldn't fade away at all, "Yeah, Sao Nian has a good literary talent."

These words made Wilmot's hanging heart fall back to its original position: "That's good..."

Mr. Xia couldn't help laughing out loud: "I promise, if you send it to the Oz Showcase Cup Primary School Students' Dream Composition Contest, you will definitely win a gold medal."

"..."