Not the Holy Father [Quick Transmigration]

Shen Zhuo's words were not pleasant, but he couldn't hide the concern for Yin Wei in his eyes, so he took off the wires, and he couldn't help asking: "Is there anything wrong? I'm eager to try everything, curiosity kills Mao Zhi have no idea?"

Yin Wei looked at him, "Didn't you just say that you didn't feel anything, and that this device is useless? Why do you look so worried? Concern makes chaos? Then I thank you."

Shen Zhuo looked away, "I... can you compare with me? Shaoyinyang put gold on his face in a strange manner. Who cares about you, the surnamed Pei is my relative, and if something happens to him, he has to implicate me... ..."

Speaking of Pei Jue, Yin Wei got up, walked out from behind the curtain, and saw Pei Jue staring at the data on the screen with all his attention—very regular waveform ups and downs.

"A more regular shape than the clumsy data just now...means continuous consciousness activity!" He stood up excitedly, looking at Yin Wei as a living database, "What did you see in the depths of your consciousness?! "

Pei Jue's enthusiasm for work is not comparable to that of ordinary people. His concentration at work is comparable to that of an AI that has received instructions.

Yin Wei glanced at Shen Zhuo, and truthfully told the scene: heavy fog, hot pot, keyboard... Omitting the part of his consciousness that seems to be public gossip about his emotional entanglement with someone, he hasn't figured out the situation yet, so let's not talk about it yet up.

Pei Jue recorded the data truthfully, fingers fluttering on the keyboard, and muttered to himself: "Consciousness will not be created out of thin air, it should be related to real life experience, find out all relevant information, code and sort... you can find the connection Way to go!"

He devoted himself wholeheartedly to his work, oblivious to the existence of the two people next to him, and did not shy away from taking special measures to obtain his life dynamic data in front of Yin Wei.

Yin Wei didn't care either, he already knew that Pei Jue would do this.

Shen Zhuo pulled Yin Wei out of the laboratory, Yin Wei asked: "What are you doing?"

Shen Zhuo walked in the corridor with his hands behind his back, staring sideways at the white walls of the laboratory, "Didn't you say you want to eat hot pot?"

"Which ear do you hear—" Yin Wei originally wanted to correct himself by saying that he subconsciously smelled the smell of hot pot, but when the words came to his mouth, he felt that his stomach was indeed a little hungry, and he paused for a moment, "You can't eat spicy food ?"

As soon as the words came out, Yin Wei's heart skipped a beat.

Can't eat spicy food.

This is true for Shen Zhuo, the same is true for the other three Shens, and the same is true for that person in his subconscious mind.

"Stop talking nonsense, just follow me."

Shen Zhuo led people to turn left and right to the Sichuan restaurant last time. As soon as he entered the door, the little boy from last time rushed towards Yin Wei, "Wow, brother, you are here again!"

Shen Zhuo frowned and took him off Yin Wei, "Where are your parents? Do you have hot pot here?"

The little boy made a face at him, "My mom is in the back kitchen, and my dad has gone to stock up. Please, brother, my family cooks Sichuan cuisine. How can there be no hot pot?" The boy pointed to a table with a gas stove, "There is no one there. .”

Yin Wei walked over and sat down.Shen Zhuo sat opposite, handed the menu to Yin Wei, "Order."

Yin Wei glanced at him, "You want me to split the meal again? No, you can't eat spicy food, and splitting the meal looks like I'm bullying you, so let's forget it." He made a gesture to leave.

Shen Zhuo dragged him back, "I invite you! Let's go!"

Yin Wei smiled, "Then thank you, Young Master Shen."

Shen Zhuo rolled his eyes at him, "It's like killing you to spend some money..." He glanced at the menu that Yin Wei was sketching, and the corners of his mouth turned up unconsciously, "Why order mandarin duck pot, hot pot is so unnutritious food, I don’t eat—”

The ingredients in the clear soup pot were tossed and cooked, and he lowered his chopsticks faster than anyone else.

Yin Wei looked at Shen Zhuo who was hissing and panting from the heat, and suddenly felt that his image overlapped with Hanhan's, which was silly.

Shen Zhuo bit the hot radish, and was a little embarrassed by Yin Wei's stare, his eyes wandered around, and fell on the little boy who was reading a book by the lamp on the other table.

"The place your parents changed for you is still not suitable for studying. You can't go home and read. Do you have to stay here?"

The little boy raised his head and looked at him, "Brother, you are so lenient. I just like to smell the smell of my hot pot, and I feel my mind is brightened, and reading books is very comfortable. It is best to eat hot pot when working in the future." .”

"Hey, why is this brat so good at talking back?"

Yin Weisao saw that the boy was holding an introductory book on C language.

"Self-study? Do you understand?"

The boy nodded and shook his head again, "I basically know all the characters. I watched the video online for a few days, and I found it very interesting. I can almost understand most of the programs in the book, but there are a few sentences that I don't understand."

Yin Wei asked him to read it out, and then pointed out a few words casually, "What about now?"

The boy nodded frantically, "Understood! Brother, what's your name! I'm going to confess you, it's too good! It's because I saw you playing with your mobile phone so well last time that I know there is such a high technology as programming. , I must become a powerful person like you!"

Yin Wei's thoughts drifted back to the boy in his subconscious who was yelling at Brother Wei, who also had a mellow, spicy hot pot smell...

"Call me Brother Wei." Yin Wei smiled, "Study hard. What if we have a chance to work on computers together in the future—I remind you in advance that doing this will make you bald."

The boy stared at Yin Wei's thick black hair and grinned, "I don't believe it!"

How could he chat so lively with anyone with a smile.Shen Zhuo tapped the side of the bowl with chopsticks, "Don't talk while eating, the food is cold!"

Yin Wei turned his gaze back to the table, the red soup dyed the clear soup half red, and the oily bubbles rolled and burst in the pot.

How can the hot pot be cold?

Seeing that the corner of the mouth on the opposite side was red and swollen, Yin Wei silently poured a bowl of plain water for him to rinse, and poured a glass of milk for himself and him respectively.

Shen Zhuo looked at it and said, "I'm lactose intolerant." Then he raised his neck and drank the milk in one gulp.

Yin Wei looked at him in surprise.

Shen Zhu's face turned red, "What's the matter? People like us are far more lactose intolerant."

Yes, due to physical reasons, many people are lactose intolerant.

But three sinks didn't—

wrong.They just didn't say it.

All the raiders use the same body, since Shen Zhuo has lactose intolerance, then they...

Because Yin Wei likes milk, they love it.

Yin Wei didn't think of Shen Zhuo who fumbled out to buy him milk, His Majesty and Hanhan who were pestering him to eat milk candies...

All so stupid.

Yin Wei picked up the coat that had been put aside and was about to leave.

"Hey, what are you doing? Why are you running away when I treat you?" Shen Zhu stood up holding his stomach.

"Go home." Yin Wei said.

Shen Zhuo's face turned ugly for a moment, "Then who lied to you so hard, you are not angry at all? Holy Father, why don't you pity me when you are in such a state!"

Yin Wei pursed her lips: "You are different from them."

"What's the difference." Shen Zhuo dragged him back to his seat, "Isn't it just a misfortune? Listen, they may not be better than me!"

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The meeting lasted until eleven o'clock today. Fortunately, I caught up with the update. I kept updating the flag and did not fail hahahahahahahaha