I Am a Giant Baby, the Country Supports Me (4)

Chapter 21

Zheng Qinghui, a rich second-generation roommate, listened as Cheng Yueyang told him, "We don't have much time and we must make use of time theory."

He felt that Cheng Yueyang was stupid.

"Even if that's the case, can you really stop doing laundry for the rest of your life? And what are you going to do with the little time you have left? You're such a fool."

Coming from the Northeast, he looked at Cheng Yueyang as if he were a fool, then looked back at Ji Changze, who was reading a book with a calm face, as if he was completely immersed in the world in the book and could not see here, and sneered:

"You believe he is deceiving you. According to what he said, we all should stop washing the clothes and just let them stink. If you don't wash the clothes and leave them here, they will have to be washed in the end."

As he spoke, he raised his voice very loudly, deliberately letting Ji Changze hear him, and said with ridicule:

"You are not like Ji Changze. Your mother still has to follow you when you go to college. When he comes home, his clothes can be washed by his mother. Can you?"

Cheng Yueyang was still confused.

He felt that what Zheng Qinghui said made sense.

But what Ji Changze said makes more sense.

He lowered his head and looked at the books on the table: "But we only have so much time to study..."

Zheng Qinghui: Damn it, this guy is really stupid.

Except for Ji Changze, the other three people in the dormitory have always had a good relationship. Although they have different personalities, they all have no bad intentions and do not care about each other. After getting along for so long, Zheng Qinghui really regards his two roommates as brothers.

As a result, the brother is now stupid.

Can he not find the "culprit" to settle the score?

Zheng Qinghui turned coldly, turned around and strode to Ji Changze's desk. Seeing that the young man was not wearing headphones, but looked like he didn't hear anything, as if he was reading a book seriously, his face became even more angry.

"Ji Changze, what are you talking about with Yueyang? If you don't wash your own clothes, you want to take him with you too, right?"

The young man frowned slightly, slowly looked away from the book, and looked up at the person in front of him.

Zheng Qinghui had a provocative look on his face, "I just want to see you unhappy and you can hit me if you can."

He had long been unhappy with Ji Changze.

He doesn't clean the house, he's arrogant, and he even pretends his roommate's car is his when trying to pick up girls.

What kind of rubbish is this.

come! !

The worst case scenario is a fight!

Who is afraid of whom! !

However……

The young man's eyes stayed on Zheng Qinghui's provocative face for a second, then he lowered his head as if he were nothing and continued to read his book as if nothing had happened.

Zheng Qinghui: "..."

"Ji Changze, who are you looking down on?!"

"Celebrate the glory."

Cheng Yueyang saw that Zheng Qinghui was about to pounce and hit him, so he quickly stepped forward to stop him: "Nagaze didn't mean that. He was like this when I talked to him before. We are all roommates, so let's talk to him if we have anything to say."

"Who is his roommate? Has he cleaned the dormitory once since school started? And you, when did you take his side?"

"What, let me tell you, he just doesn't want to waste time studying."

"Fart, just say how much time you can waste. I think this kid just looks down on me. Get out of the way. I have to teach him why the flowers are so red today."

One of them wants to step forward and the other wants to stop him.

As the culprit, Ji Changze still sat there quietly...

Turning the pages of the book at a rate of once every ten seconds.

Zheng Qinghui caught this keenly, and suddenly felt that he had caught Ji Changze's excuse for pretending to be stupid.

"Ji Changze, I'm telling you, don't pretend. You are turning pages and reading in such a short time. Who are you fooling?"

When he said this, Cheng Yueyang, who was stopping him, also turned his head and looked over.

Ji Changze still had a calm expression on his face, without even looking here, and his men quickly turned the pages.

Cheng Yueyang: "..."

right.

No one reads books like this.

Even he didn't believe Ji Changze was reading.

He immediately put down the hand holding Zheng Qinghui with some embarrassment and said humbly: "Nagaze, Qinghui doesn't mean any harm. It's just that you said his car was yours, and he was angry. Why don't you apologize to him... "

The young man temporarily stopped flipping through the book, frowned again, and turned towards the two of them with an expression of "Why are you so busy?"

"What car?"

Zheng Qinghui sneered again: "You are still pretending to be stupid, aren't you? It has been spread all over the forum, and you are still pretending."

"calm down."

Cheng Yueyang quickly pulled him back to prevent him from going up to beat someone. He took out his mobile phone and handed the photo from the forum to Ji Changze.

Pointing to the red convertible behind Ji Changze above: "That's the car."

The young man glanced coldly:

"oh."

Cheng Yueyang: "..."

Zheng Qinghui's temper suddenly rose: "You thought we were giving you popular science, right? Ji Changze, I said you are quite shameless. You claimed my car was yours and then went to pick up girls. You are so shameless." Why are you so thick?"

Ji Changze remained expressionless and his voice was cold: "Did I say that?"

Zheng Qinghui sneered: "Didn't you say that?"

Cheng Yueyang: "...that, Qinghui, he really didn't say anything."

"This picture was posted on the Internet by someone else, and the caption was [Sure enough, only a rich second generation with good looks and money is matched with a beautiful woman with a beautiful body]. Ji Changze himself has never spoken."

As he spoke, he showed Zheng Qinghui the title of the post that had become a popular post.

Zheng Qinghui: "This post has been floating on the school forum for three days, and there are also Tieba and Weibo people who have tagged him. Do you think he can't see it?"

He is still quite analytical. Looking down at Ji Changze who was sitting there, he concluded: "He knows that this lie will definitely be exposed one day, so he doesn't deny or admit it. When the time comes, even if others know the truth and ask him, he can say that he doesn't know."

"Ji Changze, what else do you have to say? You can say that you don't read forums and Tieba, but there must be Weibo. You often post some foreign academic papers on Weibo. You have been posting them after this incident. If you say that you can't see others tag you while posting academic papers, you think I am stupid."

Cheng Yueyang wanted to persuade him again, but he suddenly reacted as soon as he opened his mouth.

Yes.

This explanation doesn't make sense.

He now believed that Ji Changze had the same idea as Zheng Qinghui said, and looked a little embarrassed: "Changze, just apologize to Qinghui. You are wrong in this matter anyway."

Ji Changze: "I don't go on Weibo."

Zheng Qinghui sneered, took out his mobile phone, found Ji Changze's Weibo and clicked it, handed the main page to him, and asked while refreshing:

"Okay, you said, you don't go on Weibo, then who is doing these Weibo posts every day? Ghost?"

"If I refresh it like this, will it post? Will it? Do you think it will?"

--"Ding ding ding!"

The Weibo refresh was successful.

Under the sight of the three people, Ji Changze's Weibo showed that a new Weibo post was posted.

Zheng Qinghui: "..."

Cheng Yueyang: "..."

Ji Changze: "It will."

Zheng Qinghui held the Weibo and looked at it carefully, but no matter how he looked at it, the release date was one second ago.

He looked at Ji Changze again.

The young man was still sitting there upright like before, without holding his phone in his hands.

Zheng Qinghui: "...How did you do it?"

Ji Changze: "Post on Weibo on a scheduled basis."

Post on a scheduled basis? ?

Is there such a thing on Weibo?

Seeing his disbelief, Ji Changze's tone remained calm:

"Won't you check the beginner's guide after downloading Weibo?"

Zheng Qinghui: "..."

Although Ji Changze still had no expression on his face, his tone was still the same as before.

But why...he always felt that the person in front of him seemed to be wondering why his IQ was so low.

Zheng Qinghui: "Who said I didn't read it? I did, but who would remember such a small thing, right, Yueyang."

Cheng Yueyang: "I didn't read it, where is this beginner's guide?"

"Not yet."

The young man nodded slightly: "I made it myself."

Zheng Qinghui: "..."

Cheng Yueyang: ...Yes, Ji Changze likes to do such things.

Zheng Qinghui still felt that he was being tricked: "No, can't you just post on Weibo? Why do you do it on a scheduled basis?"

Ji Changze: "A waste of time."

Zheng Qinghui: "..."

Why is it so annoying.

He rolled up his sleeves and was about to go up, but Cheng Yueyang quickly stopped him: "Calm down, he is like this, he talked to me like this before."

In order to avoid a fight between roommates, or Zheng Qinghui unilaterally beating Ji Changze, Cheng Yueyang coughed dryly:

"Changze, you should explain your words clearly, isn't it just a Weibo post? And you think it's a waste of time, why don't you just not post it?"

"Not feasible."

Ji Changze: "I need Weibo fans."

"If you post it all at once, according to calculations, only one person out of a hundred people will read it to the end, but if you post it once every once in a while, thirty-four people out of a hundred will read it to the end, and an average of eight people will follow it."

Cheng Yueyang nodded frequently.

Then he asked a soul-searching question: "So what do you want fans for?"

The young man looked at him with a bit of doubt, with a look of "Don't you understand this?"

"Of course, it's for experiments."

Facing the two confused people, he directly turned on the computer and clicked on the file marked [Main reason for the increase in fans].

He showed it to the two people.

It not only records various data in detail, but also writes how fans react to the content he posted, whether someone unfollowed him, why they unfollowed him, and what their general mentality was when they unfollowed him.

You can tell at a glance that these things are definitely not a one-day job.

Of course, in fact, it is a one-day job.

After all, the original owner started Weibo just for zhu:ang'b-i, and his mentality is indeed like what Zheng Qinghui said.

But now all this doesn't matter.

Ji Changze was quite patient at this moment, and he exited and clicked on another file: "There is also a ppt here, which can show all the data more intuitively."

"If you want to see it, I can send you a copy."

Zheng Qinghui: "..."

Cheng Yueyang: "..."

Who wants to see this thing!

Zheng Qinghui no longer wants to care about whether it is a car or not, he just wants to know one thing:

"So, what's the use of this??"

The young man's expression is still cold and indifferent.

"It can be sold for money."

Zheng Qinghui: "??? This thing? Sell for money?"

Ji Changze nodded expressionlessly: "Marketing companies will buy it."

Zheng Qinghui: "... Which company will buy this thing? No, wait, you really don't know about that thing on the forum?"

"Yeah."

The young man still frowned, took out the phone from the drawer and threw it to Zheng Qinghui:

"If you don't believe it, look for yourself, don't disturb me reading."

Zheng Qinghui silently opened the phone.

Well, when he opened it, the page was full.

But they were not software, but files.

Click on one at random, and it was densely packed with foreign languages, which was an academic paper at first glance.

Zheng Qinghui looked through it in disbelief, but couldn't find a social software commonly used by young people nowadays, let alone a forum game.

He was speechless for a while.

No wonder Ji Changze didn't know about this.

This guy is simply in the city with his body and his mind in the mountains and forests.

But why does he always feel that Ji Changze is lying to him?

Zheng Qinghui looked up and down suspiciously at Ji Changze who was turning the page at a speed of ten seconds, and his mind was clear.

"Don't try to deceive me, do you think you can fool me like this? If you are not guilty, would you turn the pages so quickly? In such a short time, you can't even finish reading the five elements."

The young man frowned more and more.

He put down the book and turned to look at me;

"You are noisy."

"Don't talk to me, it's a waste of time."

Zheng Qinghui: ...Yes, he is so annoying.

Before, when people just said a few words, he would say that they were noisy with such a dead face.

What are they noisy about? It's broad daylight, not night.

The key is that Ji Changze went to complain to the counselor, saying that they disturbed his study.

Because he remembered the disgusting things in the past, Zheng Qinghui's anger came out again.

"Why are you pretending? You keep saying it's a waste of time. How precious is your time? Cleaning is a waste of time, but our time is not time? You are the eldest master? We all have to serve you?!"

"You are pretending to be so good at flipping through a book. Your grades are not that good. The serious senior students don't pretend, so why are you pretending?"

He became more and more angry as he spoke. He stretched out his hand and snatched the book on the table. He flipped through a few pages, and his expression became more and more sarcastic:

"You read such a profound book? Ji Changze, you are really pretending. If I didn't know your grades, I would really think you were so great. Don't think this matter can be ignored. I tell you, you have to clean the dormitory and throw away the garbage in the future, otherwise don't blame me for being rude to you."

He got into this university by a narrow margin.

As a rich second-generation, Zheng Qinghui doesn't like racing, drinking, or picking up girls.

He just likes to work hard.

To prove that he is no worse than his father.

He worked very hard to get into high school, and he admired and envied those top students the most.

But he didn't get in to serve the young master's roommate.

Seeing him take the book, the young man looked a little cold.

Reached out his hand: "Give it back to me."

Seeing this, Cheng Yueyang quickly grabbed Zheng Qinghui: "Qinghui, give him the book back first, let's talk it out, don't make a big fuss, it won't look good, if you get punished then..."

"Give it back to him and see him pretending to be stupid? How long have we tolerated him? He thinks he is a god, not a man of the world."

Zheng Qinghui had tolerated it for so long, and this time Ji Changze "defiled" his car and made him explode.

He turned the book to the previous page: "Come on, don't you pretend to be yourself and read a page? Tell me, if you can tell me the general content of this page, I will forgive you, and I will clean your hygiene in the future, and I will serve you like a master."

The young man looked at him quietly for three seconds.

Then he stretched his hand back and began to recite silently with a blank expression.

As soon as he started, Zheng Qinghui's face changed.

Ji Changze actually started to recite from the first word on this page, and he did not make a single mistake.

Cheng Yueyang saw that his face was not right, and he came up curiously: "What's wrong? Fuck!"

The two were dumbfounded to see Ji Changze recite it directly.

Zheng Qinghui: "..."

Cheng Yueyang: "..."

He recited it all the way to the last word on this page, without making a single mistake.

The two looked at each other and saw the confusion in each other's eyes.

Zheng Qinghui came back to his senses first, and looked suspiciously at Ji Changze, who had no expression on his face as usual.

"Are you kidding me, or have you read this book a long time ago?"

He turned around and found a book from his bed.

This book was not issued by the school, but he bought it specially to edify himself.

Usually, I get sleepy after reading three lines, a hypnotic artifact.

He flipped a page at random and handed it to Ji Changze: "I'll show you one minute. If you can memorize it like before, I'll apologize to you."

Cheng Yueyang looked at the book and leaned close to Zheng Qinghui's ear: "Qinghui, this is not good..."

"It's okay."

Zheng Qinghui was confident: "This book is not ordinary obscure and difficult to understand. If he can really memorize it after a few glances, he is not a human being."

"If he is not a human, what else can he be."

"A god."

As soon as Zheng Qinghui finished speaking, the young man scanned the content and handed the book back.

Then, he started to recite it in a flat voice.

Still word for word.

Still from the first word to the last word.

Zheng Qinghui: "..."

Cheng Yueyang: "..."

"No, that's not right. If you have this ability, why are your grades so average."

Ji Changze glanced at him coldly: "Too many questions, a waste of time."

Cheng Yueyang was afraid that Zheng Qinghui would get angry again, so he hurriedly explained: "What he meant was that he knew all the questions, and it would be a waste of time to answer them again... right."

He was not sure.

Would anyone really do this?

Then he turned back to look at the young man who was obviously a king but had been living among them as a silver player.

Suddenly, okay, it really happened.

Zheng Qinghui was still stunned. He turned another page casually and handed it to Ji Changze: "Come again! I don't believe it."

The young man's eyebrows were still twisted, and his expression was a little impatient.

Cheng Yueyang hurriedly persuaded him: "Changze, this is the last time, really the last time."

Maybe his attitude was still good. Although Ji Changze looked cold, he still gave him this face and took the book.

Then, the same result again.

Cheng Yueyang: "...Oh my god."

Zheng Qinghui was completely confused.

Ji Changze didn't care about the car because he never went on social software.

Ji Changze posts on Weibo every day to do experiments.

Ji Changze keeps a cold face and ignores people who complain about their noise every day because his brain is quickly inputting knowledge like a computer.

Why does he feel that this world is so magical?

Cheng Yueyang was also shocked. He still remembered to maintain the harmony of the dormitory, and took the opportunity to say to Zheng Qinghui who was confused:

"Qinghui, you see, he didn't lie, let's just expose this matter."

Zheng Qinghui seemed to have not heard what he said at all, and walked forward in a daze.

Cheng Yueyang was startled: "Qinghui, don't be impulsive, don't explain it..."

Then, he watched the roommate who was the most unhappy with Ji Changze in the whole dormitory walk up to the young man.

"God, you have worked hard to come down to earth."

Oh...

By the way, Qinghui admired the academic master the most.