Chapter 585 Comments

After tossing and tossing for a whole morning, Zhang Zian didn't return to the store until lunch.

"Meow meow! I want to eat baked eggs!"

As soon as he entered the door, the snow lion grabbed his pants.

"Wow! Mr. Store Manager, this white cat likes you very much!" Lu Yiyun was eating takeaway, and happened to see this scene when she looked up, causing a terrible misunderstanding.

In front of her, Zhang Zian didn't want to say anything to the snow lion, but just gave it a look, and at the same time lowered his hands to protect his crotch.

He has all the skills in his body, and he can teach dogs not to pounce on people, but he has no good way to deal with this snow lion who likes to "pounce"...

Lu Yiyun handed him his takeaway, "Wang Qian and Li Kun went back first, they said they have relatives coming to visit today."

Zhang Zian nodded to show that he understood, anyway, there were not many guests before the Spring Festival.

He entered the room with the takeaway, and saw that the other elves had finished their meal, and they were all taking a nap while digesting their food. Even Xinghai was yawning.

I observed the bellies of the female Abyssinian cats, and guessed that their due date would be after the Lantern Festival, when the shoe store was almost finished, and it was time for them to move to their new homes.

Zhan Tian and Xiao La, who had vented their energy, lay quietly on the ground, their stomachs were bulging, and they seemed to be full.

He looked around the room, satisfied that everything was normal, just about to sit on the recliner and eat slowly, when he suddenly remembered that he hadn't seen π today, so he went up to the second floor with takeaway.

Huh?

As soon as he entered the living room, he was stunned, because the laptop was not turned on, and there was no sign of π typing in front of the desk.

Could it be that the eyes are blurred again?

He blinked hard, but what he saw remained the same, unchanged.

Or did π go to wash his face?

"Pi, you..."

Zhang Zian strolled to the desk, and was about to call out π, but found that π was not in the bathroom, but still curled up in the rattan chair in the hanging basket, just like when he got up in the morning.

π Qiang opened his eyes vigorously, squeezed out a pale smile to Zhang Zian, raised his arm and waved it, and said weakly, "Squeak."

"Pi, what's wrong with you? Are you sick? Have you caught a cold?"

Seeing this, Zhang Zian was stunned for a moment. He put the takeaway on the desk and stroked its forehead.

Ever since Richard became ill, he has been paying attention to the room temperature. The room temperature is not cold at present, and the electric heater is turned on to the maximum. It stands to reason that he should not catch a cold.

π's forehead is not hot, but slightly hotter, which is normal, because the body temperature of rhesus monkeys is two or three degrees higher than that of humans.

"Squeak."

π shook his head, turned to look at the desk top.

Takeaways, a laptop, an untitled book and a pince-nez sit on the desk.

Although he thought it was unlikely, Zhang Zian still asked tentatively, "π, are you hungry? Do you want something to eat?"

Pi still shook his head.

It is a fantasy elf, living on the power of faith, and does not need to eat in the first place.

"I want your book?" Zhang Zian guessed again.

The Nameless Book and π are almost an inseparable whole. When it is not typing, it will always hold the Nameless Book like a baby, but it has recently relaxed its guard against Zhang Zian and the other elves, so it is not as inseparable as before. hand.

π leaned on the rattan chair with his hands, struggled to sit up, and jumped out of the hanging basket. Then his legs gave way and he almost fell to the ground.

Zhang Zian hurriedly supported it.

"π, if you are not feeling well, you should lie down and have a good rest..." he persuaded.

"Squeak."

π shook his head gently but resolutely, and tried to sit on the chair by leaning on the chair, but his arms were weak, and he failed to sit up after several attempts.

Zhang Zian knew that it wanted to type and communicate with him, so he could only hug it to the chair, and dragged a pillow to put it behind its back to help it support its body.

drop.

With a slight beep, π pressed the switch of the computer.

The computer started, entered the desktop, π opened the Word document, and typed slowly: Today's update has not been written yet.

Zhang Zian couldn't bear it, and persuaded again: "π, you are not feeling well, you can take a day off. From the time you opened the book to now, you have updated for 30 days in a row. It shouldn't matter if you take a day off occasionally, right? What about weekends?"

Knowing that his words were sincere, π hesitated a little, minimized the Word document, opened the browser, and entered the author's background.

60 favorites.

Zhang Zian also saw this number, he wanted to comfort it, but he didn't know what to say. He has poured all the chicken soup he knows into it, and he can't come up with any wise words anymore.

π pursed his lips tightly and clicked the mouse to enter the book review area.

"Squeak!"

"What the hell!"

The two of them exclaimed at the same time, and the listless π's eyes widened, and the eyes burst out with excitement.

The book review area has always been empty, but today there are three more posts.

[Future Online Games]: I'm watching, author, come on!

[Jinhua Qiying]: The author writes very well, I like to read it very much, and I have been following ing!

[Hemuxuanlin]: I'm watching.

These three readers, who had never met before, not only posted posts, but also gave rewards of 1 to 5 yuan, and several more recommendation tickets.

"What's going on? This... this... what's going on?"

Zhang Zian, who could speak eloquently no matter what kind of customers he faced, was so shocked that he even spoke incoherently.

"Squeak!"

π happily opened the last chapter updated yesterday, and pointed out the author's testimonial to Zhang Zian.

"I don't know if anyone is reading this novel. Can friends who read this line say something in the book review area..." Zhang Zian repeated this sentence twice, and finally came to his senses, " So, these three people saw π your message at the end of the chapter, and came to respond specifically?"

"Squeak!"

Pi nodded excitedly.

"Great! Someone is really following along! I'll just say it!"

Zhang Zian was also extremely excited, and shook his fist fiercely.

He paced back and forth, forgetting everything else, his mind completely occupied by these three comments.

"π, I think you should thank these three book friends."

Wait a minute, he stopped and said.

"Squeak?"

Scratching his head with excitement, π responded with a questioning gesture, meaning: How can I thank you?

Zhang Zian thought for a while, and suggested, "Didn't you just write about the plot of Xiaoxue's live broadcast? How about letting these three IDs play soy sauce during the live broadcast? It will not affect the plot, but also express gratitude."

"Squeak!"

π nodded emphatically, and patted his chest to indicate that it was okay.

It suddenly became full of energy, as if its body was full of infinite power, switched to Word document and began to write today's updated chapter, from the stormy keyboard typing, you can feel its excitement at this time.

Zhang Zian moved a chair and sat next to it, picked up the lunch box, and watched it type while eating. ...

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