I fall in love by brushing questions [unlimited]

It's also cute, Fatty and the others are also very friendly to this elementary school boy. If there is nothing to do, they will bring him some food and ask him about his homework.The meal for several people was quite pleasant.

After eating, Tan Guangxi got up to pay the bill, and the fat man and Fu Heyan added WeChat to each other.

It was already nine o'clock in the evening when Tan Guangxi and Fu Heyan returned to Fu's house.He simply tidied up and went to bed to rest.

The next day was the weekend, and he had just finished washing when there was a knock on the door.

While wiping the dripping water from his hair, Tan Guangxi raised his hand to look at them, and then he was taken aback for a moment: "He Yan?" He asked, "Is there anything wrong?"

"Brother Guangxi," Fu Heyan smiled, "I'll give you practice questions."

The author says:

This dungeon is over, the next one is about to start~

78. Flame Hotel 1

◎Why do you want to sell finger cakes? ◎

Tan Guangxi opened his eyes and found himself lying on a narrow single bed. The crumpled sheets and rough printed quilt on the bed, together with the shabby room and some damaged furniture in the room, all showed the owner's desperation and desperation. Straightforward.

Facing the bed a few steps away is an old TV of some years, which is on at this time, and the TV shopping salesman on the screen is noisily promoting products.

Tan Guangxi looked at the TV screen for a while, then picked up the remote control beside him, trying to turn off the TV.

However, when he pressed the button on the remote control, the TV was not turned off, but jumped to another news station, where a handsome man was being interviewed by reporters in front of the camera.

"Mr. Pei, there is news that you will attend the opening ceremony of Baixing Hotel, is it true?"

The man stood in front of the camera with a smile on his lips and said, "That's right, not only that, I will also exhibit my latest collection at the charity dinner - the Crown of Frentina."

"The Crown of Frentina? Is it the Crown of Frentina that was exhibited at the Zurich auction and bought by an unknown private person?"

The man nodded slightly, smiled complacently and said, "Exactly."

Tan Guangxi looked at the man smiling in front of the camera, and a familiar voice suddenly appeared in his mind:

【Looking at his smug smile, hatred once again swept in like a tide, flooding into every pore in my body, the bone-piercing hatred gnawed at my bones, making every nerve of mine feel like it was being whipped like pain.I stared at him hard and vowed to make him pay for his actions. 】

Immediately afterward, a brief memory as short as the introduction of the story was implanted in his brain: it roughly meant that he was originally from a wealthy family and graduated from a prestigious school, and had a very good prospect. However, he was framed by Pei Ye and imprisoned. He is even more impoverished, and can barely make ends meet on the meager income from part-time jobs.And when he saw Pei Ye again on TV, he planned to take his collection and property for revenge.

As for why Pei Ye framed him and how he framed him in the first place, it was probably because it had nothing to do with the main story, and it was too useless to make up this plot, so he didn't even provide a dime of the background.

Tan Guangxi is a little speechless, the outline of the background of this story is too perfunctory, it is difficult to mobilize emotions if the plot is not in place.

Besides—what the hell does stealing have to do with a survival test?

He was trying his best to brew his emotions when he suddenly heard the voice in his head sound again:

[Of course, he has a huge plan in mind for this. 】

Of course, Tan Guangxi didn't know what this so-called plan was at all, so he just listened to the voice in his head and continued:

[And in order to complete this plan, he needs to gather several masters with special skills, and he has already known these masters. 】

So Tan Guangxi simply took a shower, and began to follow the instructions of the voice in his head that had been urged for a long time, and began to look for the No.1 master.

The No.1 master is a hacker who hides in the city. Tan Guangxi followed the prompts and came to a lively morning market.It happened to be the rush hour for work at this time, and the morning market was full of loud shouts and sales, so it was very lively.

He hurried over early in the morning and didn't eat breakfast, so he felt a little hungry at this moment.

Tan Guangxi walked to a breakfast stall and ordered a pancake.

"Add sausage, egg, bacon, pork rib sauce, no green onions or coriander."

"Okay."

The aunt at the breakfast stall skilfully scooped up a spoonful of noodles and poured them on the iron plate, picked up the nearby spreader and turned it around, and a round cake surface appeared immediately on the iron plate, then cracked an egg and poured it on top, and spread it evenly in the same way After that, he quickly turned over the skin of the egg pancake, brushed it with the prepared sauce, piled the sausage and bacon floss on top, rolled up the pancake and put it in a paper bag, and handed it to Tan Guangxi: "Here, young man, be careful of burning."

Tan Guangxi walked and ate the pancake fruit, which was still steaming right out of the oven, making him hiss.

The morning market was crowded with shoppers, besides young people buying breakfast, there were also many old people wandering around. The stalls on both sides also had all kinds of melons, fruits, vegetables, clothes, gadgets and so on.

Tan Guangxi walked around while eating, but there were too many people, and he was bumped by people passing by from time to time.

He was wandering around, when suddenly there was another voice in his brain, indicating his way forward.

Tan Guangxi followed the instructions of the voice in his brain until he walked to a stall of hand-cooked cakes. The owner of the hand-cooked cakes was squatting on the ground with his back facing him, playing with his phone with his butt pouted.

Looking at his back, Tan Guangxi suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart.

He stepped forward, raised his hand and patted the man.

The man turned his back to him and said without turning his head, "It's not for sale."

Tan Guangxi didn't speak, and raised his hand to pat him again.

The man turned around abruptly, and said impatiently: "I've already said I won't sell it! I won't sell it!" However, after seeing Tan Guangxi, he froze in place: "Boss, boss?!"

Ten minutes later, Tan Guangxi and the fat man were sitting side by side by the curb, a gust of wind blew by, and they felt inexplicably bleak.

After a while, Tan Guangxi looked at the fat man and asked, "Are you a hacker?"

The fat man also looked at Tan Guangxi: "...Maybe?"

Tan Guangxi: "..."

Tan Guangxi brought the fat man back to his private room, and while looking around, the fat man asked, "Boss, do you live here?"

Tan Guangxi nodded.

The fat man looked at it and shook his head: "This place is too small and dilapidated, you can move it to my place!"

The space in the room was small, Tan Guangxi pulled out the only chair and pushed it to the fat man, while he sat on the side of the bed: "Your place is spacious?"

"That's right! A basement of [-] square meters, with all kinds of home appliances and high-tech equipment," he said here as if thinking of something, scratching his head: "I don't even know how to use those devices."

"Speaking of which," Tan Guangxi opened a can of Coke and handed it to the fat man, then opened a can himself, and took a sip from it: "How did you become a hacker?"

"Don't mention it, as soon as I opened my eyes, I was lying in the basement, surrounded by various surveillance equipment and facilities, and then a voice from nowhere told me that I was a sophisticated hacker who was good at cracking code loopholes .Boss, you know me, I have never failed C language class!"

"Then why are you selling hand pancakes?"

The fat man scratched his hair irritably again: "Although I have a basement of [-] square meters, I have no money. The basement is so big, and there are a bunch of instruments and equipment that cost thousands of dollars a month. I have to find a way to make ends meet. I happened to see a trolley selling hand pancakes piled up in the utility room, so I went to sell hand pancakes." He clicked his eyes at Tan Guangxi while talking: "Don't say it, boss, I'm The skill of grabbing cakes is quite good now, are you hungry? Shall I spread one for you?"

Tan Guangxi is a little speechless, hackers still have to sell hand cakes?Teacher who wrote the question, are you too perfunctory for the needs of the plot?

However, Tan Guangxi followed the fat man to the basement he mentioned. As he said, there were all kinds of monitoring equipment and equipment in it, as well as a whole wall of monitoring screens.

Tan Guangxi looked around the room, raised his chin and pointed to the screen on the wall: "Where are those monitors monitoring?"

"How do I know, I can't even use these things."

If IQ is not enough, it is difficult for a smart woman to cook without rice.

Tan Guangxi was thinking about what to do, when the familiar voice in his head appeared again, giving him instructions to find the next expert - a blasting expert.

So he stood up, put on his coat and said, "I have something to do, you should study it yourself first."

Just as he was about to leave, he saw the fat man also standing up.

Tan Guangxi looked at him: "What are you doing?"

"I've been in arrears with the electricity bill for too long. The landlord had already shut off the water and electricity the day before yesterday. I figured otherwise..." The fat man scratched his hair again: "Shall I sell some pancakes again?"

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At eight o'clock in the evening, Jingxing Street is the busiest time.The whole street is intoxicated in an atmosphere of feasting, feasting and luxury.

Beyond Jingxing Street, there is a bustling night market full of people strolling shoulder to shoulder.

Compared with the bustle of the center of the street, the small roads on both sides are much more depressed.

At the end of the path, a young man in a leather jacket was squatting on the street corner, with stacks of colorful CDs in front of him.He looked around from time to time, as if he was careful about something.

He was looking around when he heard a voice from the side saying: "Don't look, it's already this time, I guess