The daylight is refreshing, very refreshing, very...

Refreshing.

Beijing, just entering November, has the perfect weather to stay outside just above the temperature, so that the number of couples walking together on the campus of Beijing University has increased sharply recently.

But rest assured, this phenomenon will disappear soon, after all, it is estimated that the temperature will drop in two days.

Humph, put the test of nature on this false couple who came out only when the weather is good...

In short,

Compared with the scorching heat in August, the scorching sun in September, the warmth and warmth in October, and the sunny sunshine at the beginning of November, it feels refreshing.

Well, very refreshing.

Refreshing that a certain salted fish has gone fishing in the yard.

"Ah~ so idle~"

He was holding a fishing rod, but he didn't mean to stare at the drifting, and there was a Buddha-like voice lazily on the lakeside chair.

"Yeah~ I am idle~"

And beside him, Meng Lang, who is also the same fishing rod lounge chair, answered in the same voice.

"Brother~ Are there really fish in this lake~"

"Yes~ I specially put a lot of fry in before~"

"Idiot~ Don't just destroy the original ecosystem~"

"Ahaha~ I'm such a fool~"

Under the magic of the refreshing sunshine, Meng Lang, who was assimilated by Fang Ran, also stretched out a lazy voice with a comfortable smile, speaking in a soft and melting tone.

The two people live in harmony.

Well, I spent an afternoon studying the reply and what the gift should be sent yesterday. It did not break the stable time recently.

And in the name of ‘recovering injuries’, as the days that are completely different from vagrant adventures, peace of mind and simple days continue to extend,

Fang Ran's degree of'salted fish' has also deepened day by day.

"Ah~ so idle~"

"Yeah~ I am idle~"

Another round of Buddha-nature dialogue begins...

But there is no way. Even if he perseveres in class every day, Fang Ran still has a lot of free time left, and with his shameful professionalism,

Naturally, it is impossible to participate in computer-related laboratories or competition groups.

After all, as a participant, he does not have the life pressure to find a job after studying hard. In addition, Xiaoran at the top will only catch him for self-study in the morning from Monday to Friday.

This also led to Fang Ran getting idle in the afternoon sometimes.

So I stared at the Jingda campus lake outside the balcony, which has been next to the grass in their backyard, and on a whim, I wanted to catch some fish for dinner.

Speaking of it, it’s been a long time since I moved here.

But Fang Ran thought that this was the first time he paid attention to the campus lake next to the cottage.

Well, do you want to go fishing next time...

Suddenly realized that there was a lake next to my house, which seemed to have a lot of fun, and when I had already started to think of some strange ideas, I turned around and continued to enjoy the sun.

But in fact, although it sounds beautiful to be next to the lake, there are actually many practical problems.

For example, there are so many mosquitoes.

So, don't envy those people who live in the big garden Yishanbangshui. They have troubles that you don't know in places that are invisible.

Fortunately, not long after the hut moved, Meng Lang was very experienced in installing a set of anti-mosquito system spraying regularly in the yard.

In addition, Gou Yu transplanted a lot of rosemary and mosquito repellent, which finally solved this problem.

"Captain, Brother Meng, aren't you coming back?"

From the kitchen to the balcony, Gou Yu looked at the two ‘salted fish’ basking on the sun loungers by the lake, and reluctantly jumped down to the yard and came to them.

"It's free~ Little or~"

"Small or ~ so idle~"

Then, hearing this increasingly useless answer, he sighed with a headache.

"Xiaoor~ I caught a fish~ I caught dinner~"

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Well, I beg you, can you stop talking like that...

Glancing at Fang Ran and Meng Lang, who were all smiling refreshingly on the recliner, Gou Yu saw the so-called "dinner" caught in the bucket.

Three fresh cod with ice and a bag of frozen tofu.

Looking at Fang Ran, who even thought about what to eat at night, he felt deeply that the captain’s dehumanization would become more and more serious if he let it go. Gou Yu sighed and suggested with a smile:

"By the way, Captain, didn't you say that you were going to visit Jota? I just made a cream cake."

"Let's take it together now."

...

...

"Identification passed, participants-Fang Ran, Meng Lang, Gou Yu,"

"Welcome back."

After being mentioned by Gou Yu, I was stunned for a while and remembered that there was also a visit to Jota, and finally broke away from the salted fish mode of lazily basking in the sun, and got on the Menglang Ferrari to the night game.

Hear the familiar voice of Emma Clone at the front desk,

It made Fang Ran feel as if he first walked into this place yesterday.

Underground C-level training ground.

"Don't stop! Get moving! Use the surrounding environment! To induce the sight and hide the figure. Technologists who do not have enough frontal combat power must learn how to retreat when encountering an enemy!"

The shading barrier that covers the entire training ground presents a pitch-black hemisphere, and the countless cubic arrangements inside are projected into night-colored street buildings, housing an exhausted teenager.

He was staggering and fleeing, panting loudly, evading chase from behind in the alley.

And outside the shading barrier, that is, beside the tea table on the edge of the training ground,

Looking at the internal lodges through the screen, they constantly reminded loudly that Jota, who felt that he might fall at any time, felt that this training was still such a devil.

Fang Ran shuddered violently, then silently looked at the opposite side.

"By the way, Lime, why are you here?"

If I remember correctly, it's obviously Friday today...

"I heard that Jota woke up, so of course I came to see him today,"

As he quickly opened the cake that Gou Yu had brought, and tasted a piece of the color he likes in his eyes, Lime raised a knife and fork and answered briskly:

"Anyway, I've had a plenary meeting with that stuff in high school. If it weren't for skipping classes too much and getting parents too troublesome, I would have come."

That something.... It's already a plenary meeting...

hateful! Evil genius...

Hearing the genius girl’s answer, she clenched her fists in grief and anger, and then Fang Ran glanced to the other side with a speechless expression, against the ‘big hamster’ who was lying on the table with his dull hair.

"So...Sister Orange, why are you here too..."

The empty eyes only reflected the light of the game console screen, and the fingers flew fast and did not match the degree of laziness.

"I'll play the game."

(be quiet)....

"I'll play the game."

?(°Д°;) No need to say it again!

I always feel that in the lineup that obviously came to visit Jota, a strange existence was mixed in, watching Meng Lang happily ran over to serve as an assistant to the group.

Fang Ran looked at the young man panting and panting on the screen, and he couldn't understand the feeling of burning in his throat.

"By the way, Fang Ran, what are you doing lately?"

I never missed any sweets in front of me, but I never saw a fat lime, licked the cream of my fingers and asked.

"Nothing, it's just normal class to recover from injuries."

"It's really lazy, seeing Xiao Jota training so hard every day, but you are living such a lazy life, Xiao Fangran, are you not ashamed?"

Σ(°Д°╬Sister Orange, you are so embarrassed to say!

Jota has worked so hard, you are playing games next to you, are you ashamed! ?

She was the first to say this kind of soul questioning by Mucheng~lightnovelpub.net~ Fang Ran looked at her unacceptably, and stared at her with a serious and dry look on her face.

He was defeated after three seconds.

"If you are ashamed, ah--"

Then I saw that Mucheng opened his mouth without leaving his eyes on the game console, and said, "I want to eat cake but my hands don't have time, so Xiao Fangran, hurry up and feed me."

Unable to twitch the corner of his mouth, Fang Ran looked at the cake in his hand, and handed it to her mouth speechlessly.

"Sister Orange, does life really matter if you are like this?"

"Stay tape, I am a beautiful young woman with a nice body and materiality, so I can find someone to support me in the future, ah————"

Fang Ran: "..."

How should I put it, people cannot clearly know their own creatures, but can see others objectively.

So looking at Mu Orange, who was playing a serious abandoned house in front of him, Fang Ran asked a serious question with a complex expression.

"Xiao Or, do I usually look like this too? I should...not have this level..."

"..."

щ(°Д°#щ) Xiaoor, you said something! ! !

From Gou Yu’s silent and silent answer, and obviously he was feeding with a beautiful woman but there was no fluctuation in his heart,

For the first time, Fang Ran reflected on himself who had been idle at home during the recent period of time.

Decided to not become a person like Mucheng,

He will find something he can do in the future.

"Hey, Xiao Fangran, my instinct tells me something impolite you just thought (staring silently)..."

"No, Sister Orange, your illusion (silently twisted away)."

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