Break Through the Steam Game Library

The Chinese teacher in Class 1 is a young woman, surnamed Chi. In this era when the average person is taller and taller, the Chinese teacher is 1.7 meters tall and is already considered petite. The petite teacher Chi is surrounded by a robot carrying a bag. It can be seen that , She is enjoying shopping time.

Standing under the big sign of the Internet cafe, Zhou Ping faced Teacher Chi looking around. She was originally relaxed and in a state of play, but when she saw Zhou Ping, her eyes became cold.

"Zhou Ping, what's the matter?! What are you doing in an Internet cafe?"

Zhou Pianping did not change his color, "Doing homework, checking information, and going online is more convenient. Is Mr. Chi coming to shop today?"

"Yes, have you finished your homework?"

"Almost." Zhou Ping stroked the back of his head honestly.

Teacher Chi's face eased, and he chatted for a while in a friendly voice, "Now there are many unscrupulous young people in Internet cafes. Don't study with them. Those from other schools, don't interact with them, don't you know?"

Zhou Ping was moved, "Thank you teacher, I know, I must know."

"Well, well, it's time for you to go back to school, don't be late for self-study late."

"goodbye teacher."

Zhou Ping smiled brightly and cheerfully. The kind of care between teachers and students made him very warm. This kind of warmth lasted for three stops. After getting off the bus, he looked at the gloomy sky. The weather in Jiangnan was really annoying. Noon. When the sun was still dazzling, now it actually means rain.

He got into the home-cooked restaurant on the side of the road, and the cook was a real person, which was rare. He asked for a bowl of shredded green cabbage noodles. Seeing that there was marinated cooked food on the counter, it was shiny and greedy. He ordered a plump chicken thigh in the noodles, the chicken skin crumpled at the roots. The beautiful muscles can be seen, Zhou Ping secretly guessed that this chicken must have been a good chicken before his death.

A total of seven yuan was spent, but again, the processing cost is expensive. If the cook is a robot, this bowl of noodles will not cost three yuan, and the cost is even negligible. It is said that the food in the orphanage is also very good. Thanks to the developed productivity of modern society.

Zhou Ping ate this bowl of shredded pork noodles with green vegetables and chicken legs. Speaking of the taste, a real chef is not better than cooking with a machine. In other words, his bowl of noodles is not necessarily better than the food in the orphanage.

Seven yuan was spent on labor, and he pursued a homely atmosphere. Knowing that this side was indeed made by humans, he was in the kitchen and could see it at a glance.

I heard that the rich people, their meal can cost tens of thousands of yuan, all for the cook, you have to watch them step by step turn the ingredients into food, the whole process, filmed, edited into a beautiful video, used The meal is just right.

When did eating become a performance?

Zhou Ping didn't know what people used to pay for food and asked for, but his seven dollars today is really for service. Seeing others busy for you, there is a particularly despicable sense of superiority. He guessed that the cook's social letter was only level two, or even level one.

In fact, he wanted to add chicken legs to his noodles because he thought of his mother. Although he can make video calls every week, he hasn't seen her real person for a long time, nor has he returned to his home. The familiar environment and familiar people are not there, only one A chicken leg can awaken Zhou Ping's memory of his mother.

Mom said that she must study hard, she is very hard.

Zhou Ping thought of this, and his heart was enthusiastic. How great his mother was. He did not study for the rise of China, but for his family and for their future happiness. He wanted to study and be a master.

This warm mood lasted for a while. When he finished eating the noodles and gnawed the chicken legs clean, he went to the nearby unmanned supermarket and picked a bottle of orange-flavored sparkling water. He drank half of the bottle and burped. , The sky slowly started to rain, and it was slightly cool. Zhou Ping pulled up his hood, and the rain fell along the curved surface of the clothes. There was no boy under the clothes wet.

Back at school, Zhou Ping went to the classroom to take the textbooks and exercises, and then went to the self-study room. At 6:03 minutes, someone was already studying here.

Zhou Ping studied diligently for a while, solving the homework of each subject in order from easy to difficult. Finally, he fell on the math problem with a conic section. After half an hour, he couldn’t figure it out. His breath immediately vented.

After thinking about it, he took out the student's tablet and began to read some selected extracurricular readings.

He read a few exquisite short articles in the National Youth Magazine, followed by admiring the natural beauty, and attacked the clamoring anti-intellectualism, but he was still a little dissatisfied. Zhou Ping has a favorite author, and his article is no longer found in the latest issue. That person's pen name is very strange. He was called Yunfeihai. Zhou Ping knew that Yunfei was a traditional dried fish in the south of the Yangtze River. He had also eaten it. Yunyin thinks that, so, Yunfeihai actually wants to fly.

This gentleman's article is actually not pretty. When Zhou Ping read this author's introduction, he saw that he had written some literature, but he had no title at all.

The author of this year is actually a relatively high-risk profession, and it is rare to be as stable as this monarch.

Zhou Ping likes Yan Feihai’s short stories. The author will describe some very magical and surreal scenes, especially some cyberpunk literature. Among them, he was particularly impressed with an article about rich girls falling in love with poor boys in slums. Together, they frustrated the artificial intelligence conspiracy. In the end, the rich daughter married the rich son, and the poor boy was convicted of damaging the national public property ~www.readwn.com~ and hanged in jail.

Zhou Ping felt that if this man changed the ending of his work, he might sell better than it is now.

To say that people in the world have suffered enough from tragedy, it would be even more sad if you did not see comedy in literature.

Zhou Ping turned to the previous issue and found the article by Yan Feihai. After reading a tragedy, he sipped it for a while, and suddenly felt tired.

He mixed in vaguely until the end of the evening self-study, he returned to the dormitory, and his friends asked him, how did he play?

He said cool.

Friends also advised him not to go in the past few months, the limelight is tight.

Zhou Ping agreed, but when he got to Zhou Ping, he was caught by the head teacher in the Internet cafe.

The head teacher slapped him, in front of so many people in the Internet cafe, and some people secretly recorded with their mobile phones. I believe it will not be long before you can see the animation of yourself being slapped on the forum.

What a shame.

Zhou Ping was suspended from class for a week to reflect at home.

Father asked him if he still wanted to learn, or if he didn't want to learn, he went to find a job.

As a welfare worker, this life is over. Zhou Ping was terrified. He vowed to repent and called the head teacher three times a day.

Finally, he was able to return to school.

The shame forced him to study, but this feeling dissipated quickly in the easy campus life.

Even faster, several of his brothers and sisters found a new place to surf the Internet, safe and concealed.

In the end, nothing has changed.

Until the day when the youth mode patched the loopholes in the simulation cabin, it was a "Zhou Ping" in the third grade.

Zhou Ping was lost.

The strange thing is that during the days when he was addicted to the game, he was still in the top class. After the game was gone, he was actually brushed down. On the day he left, the head teacher shook his head at him and sneered.

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