What is the purpose of learning God to be a network administrator?

Chapter 31

Xu Zhenzhen, who had prepared a stomach full of bad water and hadn't poured it out, panicked, "Aren't you unwilling to admit defeat?"

Fan Zhe'an packed up the chess pieces, "For Boss Xu, a step back is also a kind of progress."

"Fan Xueshen, who is obedient and obedient," Xu Zhencheng snorted, "When will you rebel and show me?"

Fan Zhe'an sighed: "When I earn enough [-], I will definitely show you my rebellion."

Fan Zhean has both offensive and defensive skills, Xu Zhenzhen lost interest in chess and took out a colorful box from the drawer.

In addition to the bell with buttons, there are many cards in the box, and each card has different fruits.

This is a game that does not require IQ, but requires reaction.Everyone takes a turn to play a card, and then the number of certain fruits on the cards adds up to more than five, and they can ring the bell. Whoever rings the bell first will get the cards that have been taken out on the table. Whoever loses the card first, Whoever loses.

Xu Zhencheng thought: IQ can't be compared, momentum can't be lost.

Who would have thought that this bastard Fan Zhe'an's ability to perceive words and emotions would disappear without a trace during the competition.

When grabbing the bell, it is inevitable that you hit the back of my hand and I pat your palm.Fan Zhean's reaction speed was extremely fast. Every time the fruit accumulated to five, he was always the first to ring the bell. Xu Zhenzhen, who was always a step behind, slapped the bell on the back of Fan Zhean's hand.

After one game, all the cards were in Fan Zhe'an's hands.Xu Zhencheng basically never touched the bell, and every time he slapped Fan Zhean on the back of his hand.

The back of Fan Zhe'an's hands were burning hot, "Boss Xu, you're using the excuse of playing games to beat me up."

"I still need a reason to beat you?" Xu Zhencheng shook his fist angrily.

Xu Zhencheng won his momentum, but lost his dignity.But the facts have proved that if there is no such thing as talent, it is not there, and if it is not comparable, it is not comparable.

In the end, he attributed the crime to seeing too many electronic devices in recent years, radiation into the brain, and a decrease in IQ and responsiveness.Psychotherapy is very effective. After convincing himself, Xu Zhenzhen still feels that he is awesome.

Spending time together is much more fun than spending time alone.

In the evening, they went to eat a famous local dish, sweet and salty, and the two people who liked spicy food were very unhappy.

"Eating too much sweet stuff will make you feel bored." With that said, Xu Zhenzhen was drinking happily with a cup of milk tea in his hand.

This commercial street is very bustling, with neon signs intertwined with lights and shadows. Every store seems to be competing for decoration. The repairs are either too luxurious or too noble. If you go in and look at the hang tags, people who are dizzy with numbers will definitely faint on the spot.

Men and women passing by are dressed in fashion, and occasionally people with cameras are looking for models on the street.

The sports shorts that Xu Zhencheng was wearing today just reached his knees, and the muscle line of a section of his calf was not obvious, and he was slender and well-proportioned.The light blue short sleeves are wide, and the long hair is scattered. From the back, she looks like a tall beauty with long legs.

As expected, Xu Zhenzhen was chased from behind and called a beauty again.

Fan Zhe'an suppressed a smile, and looked back at the street photographer who stepped on thunder.

Xu Zhenzhen bit the straw and turned his head dangerously, "What's the matter?"

After the street photographer found out that he was a man, he became even more excited, and his eyes burst with inspiration, "Two handsome guys, are you free? I want to take a group photo of you two."

Before they could refuse or accept, the street photographer hurriedly said, "It's free! You don't need a penny! If it's not possible, how much do you charge? I invite you to be models."

If you don't look good, you will be paid for taking pictures, and you will be pissed off by the retoucher.Not only do you not need to pay for good-looking photos, but you can also make money.

Many photographers will spend money to find people with good temperament and image as their models, and then take pictures as their own signs, so as to attract more customers to ask them for appointments.

Xu Zhenzhen raised his eyebrows and glanced at Fan Zhean, "It's free, what do you think?"

Seeing that he had no intention of collecting money, the street photographer breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that he could make a lot of money by taking this group of photos.

Fan Zhe'an smiled, and said to the street photographer: "How much?"

Street photographer: "..."

For street photography, no specific scene is required, the bustling commercial street is magnificent enough.Under the guidance of the street photographer, they posed poses in various places on the street, which attracted many young girls to stop and watch.The street photographer said that the movements were not greasy, they were very natural, as if they were captured while shopping.

There was no need to pick an angle, and enough photos were taken quickly. Xu Zhenzheng added the street photographer's WeChat account, and waited for the street photographer to repair the completed picture and send it to him.

After saying goodbye to the street photographer, two good-looking beauties approached them and asked them bluntly if they had girlfriends.

Xu Zhencheng smiled and said, "No."

The beauty looked at Fan Zhe'an beside him, Fan Zhe'an glanced at Xu Zhencheng, and shook his head.

"Then, can I have a WeChat account?" The girl cut straight to the point.

"I'm sorry beauty, I'm a primitive person, and I don't play WeChat." Xu Zhencheng refused.

The beauty was not disappointed, because her goal was Fan Zhe'an, "Can the handsome guy leave a WeChat message? I am a student of the Academy of Fine Arts, and you, which school are you from?"

Fan Zhe'an just wanted to say something.Xu Zhencheng grabbed Fan Zhe'an's arm and put it on his shoulder, "Beauty, next time you ask, don't just ask if you have a girlfriend, you should ask if you have a boyfriend."

Fan Zhean was bent over by him, waved at the beauty, and was dragged away by Xu Chengxin.

Beauty petrified by the wind.

Going out from the commercial street, there is a piano shop. Xu Zhencheng learned piano here for a while before, and he has a good relationship with the boss, so he can go in for free.

"Xiao Faner, what musical instruments do you know?" Xu Zhencheng said.

Verzhean pointed to two unusual musical instruments.

Xu Zhenzhen pursed his lips and said, "It seems that I don't think much about it."

Fan Zhe'an walked to the drum kit, sat down and said, "Except for those two, I know everything else."

Xu Zhenzhen pointed to the musical instruments hanging on the wall, "...Are you sure you can even play the erhu?"

Fan Zhe'an picked up the drum stick in a dignified manner, "I'm lying to you, I don't know many things, and they are all superficial. You can play casually, but you can't get on the stage."

"I'm looking forward to it for nothing. I thought you could play drums." Xu Zhencheng sat down in front of the piano.

Fan Zhe'an put down the drumsticks and walked to the piano, "Does it count as retreating?"

Xu Zhenzhen put his hand on the piano, "I'm a national player, you can't beat me."

Xu Chengxin's back was straight, and his hands were placed on the keys in a standard posture. Fan Zhe'an folded his arms, waiting for the beautiful and smooth notes to overflow from Xu Zhenxin's fingertips.

Xu Zhenzhen pressed the keys and played a world famous song for Fan Zhe'an.

The boss heard it from a distance, and laughed and said: "Xiao Xu, you came to learn a few lessons at that time, and the little stars you learned have not been forgotten until now? Yes, it means that I teach well!"

Xu Zhenzhen was intoxicated in his artistic cells, playing and singing, "Twinkle, twinkle, the sky is full of little stars, hanging in the sky to shine..."

Fan Zhean walked around to the other side of the piano chair and sat down, putting his hands on the keys.

The charm of music is that it resonates with people. Xu Zhenzhen pressed the little star back and forth several times, and he was a bit exhausted. When he was about to stop and call the curtain, he found that the people next to him were also playing.

"Twinkle, twinkle, the sky is full of little stars." Fan Zhe'an's voice was lower than usual when he sang, maybe it was to cater to the melody, but it was very nice.

"You won't be like me, who paid the tuition and only learned little stars?" Xu Zhenzhen said mercilessly, "Let's not embarrass ourselves in front of the boss."

The boss, holding a thermos cup, walked over to watch the excitement.

"Hang in the sky to shine brightly, like many small eyes, and the sky is full of small, stars, and stars."

After Fan Zhe'an sang the last word, his unhurried hands suddenly became very fast. Between the interlacing of his fingers, every note was accurately found, and the black and white keys popped out at his fingertips, coherently The melodious notes are exciting.

Fan Zhe'an played the piano very attentively, as if he was not in a piano store, but on a stage in a concert hall full of audience.

Xu Zhenzhen was still sitting next to him, his heart beating faster with the rhythm of the music.

Who wouldn't be tempted by a sparkling boy?

The better the person, the more worthy of the attention of others.

The boss said cheerfully: "Little Star Variations, it seems that your friend's tuition fee has been earned back. Although this piece is at the level of □□, if you can play it like this, you must have passed level [-]."

Although the boss's words were insinuating that Xu Zhenzhen didn't mean to learn the piano well, but hearing Fan Zhe'an being praised, Xu Zhenzhen felt inexplicably proud.

Before going to bed at night, Xu Zhenzhen clicked on the music app and listened to Little Star Variations several times.

The melody in the front is very deceptive, and people who just listened to it will definitely say "that's it?" The melody after the variation, the rhythm is accelerated, and the tune is tight, which is in sharp contrast to the smooth and simple front.

Xu Zhencheng thinks that Fan Zhe'an is like this song, it can be very gentle or very passionate, but the two completely different words of calm and passionate are superimposed on him, and it won't make people feel strange, on the contrary, it is extraordinarily charming.

Xu Zhenzhen clicked on Fan Zhe'an's WeChat dialog box, remembering that he was next door, and showed a smile that he didn't even notice.

The dialog has one more message.

Pu Langfan: Boss Xu, I had a great time today, good night, see you tomorrow.

Honesty: Good night, see you every day.