[Comprehensive] Ah Jing, let's jump ship

In the presidential suite of the Hilton Hotel in London, Ah Jing was lying on the big bed alone and playing with her mobile phone. As a black householder, how did she manage to book the room and check in with her bag→_→Do you still have to ask?Nature is omnipotent magic.

Her Highness went back to Xue Yuqin to conceive and raise her soul. She could only be with her mobile phone as a companion, but soon she discovered that the people in this world are really good at playing. She really wants to stay longer when the mobile phone expands to this level. a while!

The very fashionable Ah Jing held the latest product of a certain fruit phone in her hand, and slid her finger on the screen sensitively. Soon she clicked into the forum area that London people like most. In the question area, she saw this A post: My landlord is going crazy again, do you think I should send him to the hospital or send myself to the hospital?

Ah Jing thought for a while with his chin in his hands, and replied: You still have two other options—take him to pawn shop No. [-] to pawn his madness, or send your landlord to mine in Africa yourself!

After reading it with satisfaction, there were no grammatical errors, and she also used fashionable new vocabulary, Ah Jing pressed the send button with satisfaction.

Then Ah Jing, who was addicted to playing games, replied a few more times before giving up. She wondered if she should mention it to the boss after she went back. No. [-] pawn shop can’t keep up with the times in terms of personnel training, but also office methods. For example, they can open a website for No. [-] Pawn Shop or post a post in the largest forum area that only customers can see, um, it's awesome!

Using her mobile phone to write down her thoughts, Ah Jing poked into the app store and downloaded the game.

Until Changqin came out of the blood jade piano, Ah Jing still kept playing with her mobile phone. She was so pious. After all, as a local tyrant who didn’t need to sleep, when one mobile phone ran out of power, she still had another replace.

Ah Jing said that she is so self-willed!

While playing Temple Run with great enthusiasm, Ah Jing didn't realize that a beautiful hand was stretched out diagonally and wrapped around her shoulder. Someone rested his head on her shoulder and watched with interest as the little assistant's hands fluttered proficiently. Operate the little man to rush forward.When the round was over, a nice voice sounded in Ah Jing's ears, itching, if she didn't know that only His Highness would approach her so close and make her completely defenseless, Ah Jing might have thrown a ball of fire over her!

"Is it fun?"

Even though she didn't directly throw fire into people's faces, Ah Jing jumped up in fright, and only after she reacted did she realize that she had ignored His Highness!This game is really corrupting people's hearts, the source of evil!Turning off the phone resolutely, Ah Jing slowly approached and said, "It's not fun, it's really not fun at all." It's actually quite fun.

Changqin smiled even brighter, and said loudly, "Really?"

Ah Jing...why do I feel like I have nothing to hide?But she still decided to kill him and shook her head firmly.

Soon after, she slapped herself in the face, after hearing what His Highness said.

"But I think it's very interesting, won't Ah Jing teach me?"

… Ah Jing quickly took out another black mobile phone, connected it to the hotel's wifi, quickly downloaded the game and handed it over, then rubbed it up, and played the game happily.

Seeing her little assistant who was full of eyes and eyes, Changqin slightly curled her lips, then moved her head closer to take advantage of the little assistant.

Of course, this is something you wish to do, and it can't be regarded as taking advantage.

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Harry pushed his wide eyes that were about to slide down the bridge of his nose, and asked with some trepidation: "This old gentleman, may I ask you..."

Before he finished speaking, he heard the kind old man on the opposite side interrupt him appropriately: "Oh my dear Harry, although you may not know me, please allow me to introduce myself, I am your parents My friend, you can call me Dumbledore." Then kindly took out a strange thing, saying it was a dessert for him.

Harry... he just wanted to ask if you came to see his aunt!But: "You mean you know my parents?" He looked cautious.

The old man nodded gently, then turned his head to look, and said, "My dear Harry, I think we need a more comfortable environment to talk, don't we? It's really cold in London!"

So, I chatted at the gate of No. 4 Privet Drive and changed to the dessert house at the corner.

In fact, Harry didn't like dessert, he felt that eating dessert was like clogging his taste organs, but it was obvious that the old gentleman on the opposite side who claimed to be his parents' friend didn't think so.Within 10 minutes of just sitting down, the table was covered with all kinds of desserts, and the air was filled with a sweet smell. Harry couldn't help sneezing, and looked even more pitiful.

"Oh my dear Harry, you are wearing too little clothes, eat some desserts, the desserts in this shop are amazing!" said Dumbledore.

Harry...what's the point?Is it just to have dessert with him?

Facts have proved that the old man who claimed to be Dumbledore just came to eat dessert with him. He even said that he would come to him for dessert every week in the future, in the name of helping him grow his body. God knows that growing his body has nothing to do with desserts , however... things are still decided like this.

Because Harry recognized that this person was wearing the wizard robe recorded in the book, of course, this is why he followed Dumbledore to the dessert shop, plus the news about his parents, Harry couldn't think of any reason Refuse this meeting.

It wasn't until the old man named Dumbledore disappeared at the corner of the street that Harry looked at the dilapidated No. 4 Privet Drive and turned to leave. He wanted to go back and ask Sherlock how he knew the old man would come.

Naturally, Sherlock would not tell Harry how he knew, and he didn't even say a word. He was still squatting on the sofa and holding his head. If Watson was there, he might have urged him to have dinner, but Harry didn't do that , uh, as punishment for not telling him the truth.

Harry, whose stomach was full of desserts, felt a little uncomfortable. He sat on another sofa, took out his mobile phone, logged into the forum account, and found his post.

There are a lot of posts like this every day. Not surprisingly, there are not many replies under the posts. There are only a few short and long comments here and there, until he saw such a comment: Take him to the No. [-] pawn shop to pawn his Crazy or you come to No. [-] Pawn Shop to send your landlord to Africa to mine!

Pawn shop No. [-]?Harry jumped up, he seemed to have seen this description on Sherlock's computer.Silently suppressing the exciting idea of ​​sending Sherlock to mine in Africa, Harry walked up to Sherlock, and was about to speak when Sherlock interrupted him.

"Please don't talk, in fact your footsteps have disturbed my thoughts."

He decided not to suppress his inner appeal, sending Sherlock to mine in Africa is really exciting!But before leaving, he still handed over the lit phone.

"Oh, this light is obviously two degrees higher than the indoor brightness...why didn't you take it out sooner!"

So, it is better for you to go to Africa to mine, Harry turned around and left.

When he walked to the door of his room, Sherlock's serious answer came from behind: "I don't think you have the ability to send me to the hospital as a seven-year-old boy. Of course, if you send me to the hospital by yourself, it is still possible." .So, the latter!"

Harry opened the door and closed it hard with a "smack--". Sure enough, he should be sent to Africa to mine.

Sherlock let go of the hand covering his ears, and silently complained: "Children are really difficult to deal with." Then he held his mobile phone and looked at the replies about "Pawn Shop No. Mobile phone, typing happily.

Of course, Harry's account was used to send a private text message to this reply.

But it's a pity that he didn't get a reply for a long time, because the owner of this account is currently using his mobile phone to teach people how to play games and has no time to do business.

On the second day, Harry took back his own mobile phone on the sofa, but obviously, his forum account could no longer be logged in, and it was easy to know that some annoying "landlord" changed his password and used it for himself .

He doesn't even have the guts to ask anyone back, because if he asks, Sherlock will definitely say: Oh, tell me your password, easy!Then just turn around and never pay attention to you stupid mortals again!

Ah Jing saw the forum reply on the evening of the second day. In fact, she replied to a few random posts on the forum, and only this account sent her a private message saying that she would go to No. [-] pawn shop.

For this vision, Ah Jing decided to play with this account, and she followed the reply ip location and prepared to teleport to the discerning host.

And at the last moment, Harry still felt unwilling, and used his mobile phone number to find the lost account.There is no way, there are more ordinary people in this world, and losing passwords is an ordinary thing that happens every day, even if he can't decipher the passwords carefully set by others like Sherlock, but It is still very simple to find out the password according to the picture.

The next moment, Harry easily logged into the account, changed the password that was as long as Mrs. Hudson's sock, and Ah Jing appeared in front of Harry Potter smoothly.

When Ah Jing saw Harry Potter, he was stunned for a moment, and then he smiled, it was just... amazing!It takes no effort at all!

"Hello, Harry Potter, please allow me to introduce myself. My name is Ah Jing, and I am an assistant at the No. [-] pawn shop. I heard that you want to go to Africa to mine for your landlord. Is it true?"

Harry gritted his teeth inwardly: Sherlock, what did you reply!

But on his face, he looked like a little gentleman, but what he said was not a gentleman: "No, you misunderstood, I just made a mistake. In fact, I want to send my landlord to mine in Africa. This is real."