Cannon Fodder Scum Gong's Whitewashing Manual

What made Orwell even more incomprehensible was that during their marriage, the Second Highness shamelessly continued to entangle with other people. He was really a scum among scumbags.

Orwell glanced angrily at Chu Yan who was sitting in front of the experimental table, turned around and went to the tea room, brought back a cup of steaming coffee after a while, and took a stack of freshly baked biscuits, and turned towards Chu Yan walked over.

Others in the laboratory looked at Orwell's move in a daze. Is this trying to curry favor with His Royal Highness?

Orwell walked over and put the coffee and biscuits in front of Chu Yan, his sea-blue eyes were full of sarcasm, and his tone was contemptuous: "Your Highness, this is not the place for you to stay, we are all very busy I don't have time to entertain you, so I think you should go back as soon as possible after drinking your coffee."

The other people who were doing the data suddenly realized that Orwell was indeed the arrogant Orwell, who dared to hate the Second Highness of the Empire!

Chu Yan raised his eyes to look at the blond-haired young man in front of him. He was very young in appearance, with profound facial features, and his blond hair made him look extraordinarily rebellious.

Seemingly not seeing the other party's mocking expression at all, Chu Yan picked up the coffee on the table and took a sip. Seeing that the man was still standing in front of him, he said, "Thank you very much."

Orwell didn't expect the other party to be so thick-skinned, so he sneered: "Then go back when Your Highness is full, and don't hinder us from doing things here."

After hearing this, Chu Yan raised his eyebrows, looked at Orwell for a while, and said, "Then tell me how I hindered you?"

"If you can't say it, you are making trouble for no reason. You must know that even your father dare not speak to me like that."

Orwell was even more disdainful after hearing this. As expected, His Royal Highness could only use his identity to suppress others. He leaned against the experimental table with his arms folded, and said with a slight smile, "Second Highness, can't you see that since you came in, there hasn't been a single Do people show you welcome?"

Chu Yan looked at the person who looked down at Guangnao over there, but saw that the person over there quickly lowered his head again.

Chu Yan said indifferently: "I didn't see it."

Orwell said coldly: "This is the Imperial Academy of Sciences, and everyone is selected through layers of selection. Your Highness might as well ask each of them who came here as easily as His Highness, Who doesn't work overtime and run data for himself day and night, and a person like His Highness who always only has food, drink and merry in his mind, I'm afraid he will never know what this is for?"

What he said was extremely provocative. After all, he did express the aspirations of most people. If it weren't for his own ideals and love, no one would be able to bear such a boring job with a bunch of data all day long.

So when Orwell finished speaking, the laboratory that had gradually quieted down became noisy again.

Chu Yan seemed to find it funny, and coughed in a low voice: "So this is your reason? Then don't you know that there is a word called 'talent'? You can't help it if you don't admit it. There are people like me in this world. people."

Orwell was once again shocked by his shamelessness and cheekiness. He choked up and continued to mock: "What talent? It was just a casual sentence from the dean seven or eight years ago, but His Highness still takes it seriously. Isn't it true? Do you know what is new every day?"

Orville shifted his gaze to the huge optical brain projection in front of them, and asked: "But since our Highness claims to have a 'talent' in mecha design, then may I ask Your Highness, how much can you understand this set of data? ?

These data and codes are a set of algorithms that their scientific research institute has not yet opened to the public. The operation and capacity are very large. Find out where the problem is, but they can't find the correct answer to modify it. During this time, they even wonder if they are going in the wrong direction, but the fact is obviously not, because after many comparisons , this algorithm is obviously the closest.

After hearing Orwell's words, other people turned their attention to this side again. Some people even thought that Orwell was a bit too much, and he gave people such a prestige when he came here. This is His Royal Highness of their empire.

Chu Yan reached out and pushed, and the swivel chair slid back half a meter. He stood up and looked at Orwell: "You can't do it by yourself, are you asking me for help?"

Orwell did not show any weakness, rolled his eyes and snorted: "Arrogance and arrogance."

Chu Yan smiled slightly, walked to Orwell's side, raised her light brown pupils and turned to look at him sideways, and said in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "But you will make me think that you are It was trying to get my attention."

His voice was deep and low, and when he walked past him, there was still a faintly indifferent male fragrance passing by the tip of his nose. Orwell was startled for a moment, but after a quick reaction, only disgust remained. I thought that this His Highness was no different from the rumors, extremely frivolous.

Then Orwell saw the man unceremoniously pull out the chair and sit in front of his own seat.

His slender fingers stayed on the optical brain for a moment, and after browsing through, he circled a few numbers with red lines in a series of numbers and codes, edited, deleted and modified, and then kept typing out a series of numbers. Heaps of new seemingly meaningless code.

With the passage of time, the not-so-short code gradually came to an end, and finally ended with a black flashing "End" under the optical brain projection.

Other people around were still whispering, because they also gradually realized that His Royal Highness is really powerful, no wonder the dean took it so seriously.At the very least, they had indeed found out what they had suspected before, and it was within such a short period of time.

The others had not had a bad impression of His Highness, and now the only dissatisfaction dissipated at this moment, so they all gave Orwell a wink to let him stop.

After watching all this, Orwell had to admit that the other party was indeed a bit powerful even if he was unwilling, but he still couldn't hold back his face, and couldn't help but whispered unconvinced: "What's wrong with this, it can only show that you really understand a little bit." , but does that count as 'talent'? Everyone here does."

The others who were swept by his eyes lowered their heads, expressing that they really couldn't.

After hearing this sentence, Chu Yan turned her head and gave him a look. That look was a bit complicated, and there was a little bit of sympathy in it.

Orwell was looked at lightly by his light brown eyes, and the emotion inside was obviously a little subtle, but Orwell couldn't figure out what it meant.

Orwell frowned: "What do you mean by that look?"

Chu Yan remained silent, and pressed the start control button of the operating table in front of the optical brain, and then the projection screen in front of the experimental table finally changed, and the algorithm that had always been prompted to have errors, unexpectedly started to run in a loop at this moment !

"Damn it, is it real or not?! Look!" The few who were still bowing their heads in the corner doing data, now finally raised their heads, their pupils widened when they saw it for a moment, and they couldn't help but : "Fuck!"

The people in the whole lab were boiling. They stayed up for half a month because of this problem, and it was solved so easily?

It's so magical!Mad!

Orwell was also shocked. He didn't know whether to be happy or what to do. He should have been happy seeing such a result, but at the moment he only felt his face was on fire.

Chu Yan pushed away the chair and stood up, returned to his seat, took a sip of the coffee next to him, and then said to Orwell who was almost petrified into a statue: "It's a bit cold, it tastes good, can I have another cup please?" ?”

Hearing this voice, Orwell clenched his fists tightly, but when he raised his eyes, he met Chu Yan's eyes full of teasing and ridicule. The light brown eyes unconsciously showed a faint look, which made Orwell The words that I wanted to say were instantly choked in my throat.

"His Royal Highness, let me come."

"Let me come!"

"Please let me come, I have learned latte art before! Your Highness!"

The other people in the lab are very grateful to Ziwei Xing from the sky, because today they finally don't have to stay up late and work overtime here, they can go out and have fun, they also need nightlife and hair!

Orwell frowned at the group of people, endured it, and finally turned and left the laboratory unbearably.

Throughout the morning, the people in the laboratory finally fully understood why their dean paid so much attention to His Royal Highness. Many data that they struggled with for several hours could not see the problem. This Second Highness almost only needs to look at it Find out where the problem is quickly, probably because you are born with a perverted sensitivity to numbers.

And Orwell, who was sitting in the corner, didn't look well all morning. He has been the pride of their family since he was a child, and he has almost never encountered any setbacks. It also made him feel helpless.

Of course, the most important reason is that what he doesn't want to admit is his ignorance and stupidity today, which makes him feel very bad.

It happened to be time for dinner, so someone suggested: "Today's work efficiency is too high. I love this kind of life. In order to express my gratitude to Your Highness, let's go have dinner together, Your Highness."

Chu Yan stood up, and Orwell followed him unconsciously, and found that from his sitting posture, the other party's legs looked extraordinarily straight and long. His figure was slender and tall, with broad shoulders and a thin waist. Not to mention the rare brown hair and brown eyes.

Most people in the empire have blond hair and sea blue eyes.It is true that many people dye their hair the same brown as Yige's, but the brown pupils seem to be unique to this Highness.

Chu Yan's gaze fell on Orwell vaguely: "Okay, but obviously some people don't seem to think so."

Orwell's expression turned cold: "You guys go, I won't go." After speaking, he pushed the chair in front of him and stood up. Just as he walked to the door, Chu Yan stepped forward to block him.

"Get out of the way." Orwell was very impatient, and the anger in his eyes almost turned into substance.

Chu Yan smiled slightly, looked at Orwell firmly and said, "Nice to meet you, I just heard them say that your name is Orwell, right?"

Orwell froze in place, really not understanding what he meant.

The people around didn't expect that the first show of affection was actually the arrogant and domineering Second Highness they had heard in the rumors. For a moment, they wondered if this Highness's temper was too good, and they were not angry even like this?

But suddenly, he seemed to feel that something was wrong. After all, he hadn't seen this Highness take the initiative to talk to anyone in the morning.

Probably the face, after all, Orwell is indeed the best-looking among them.

[Master Host, didn’t you say that you would sacrifice your ego for human civilization? Why do I feel that you are going to make trouble again? !That Orwell is just cannon fodder, don't flirt casually.You forgot that we are here to clean up! 】

【Look at his eyes, how charming his sea-blue eyes are, and when he laughs, how much he looks like our little Oss when he is angry! 】

I probably understand something 2333: [Stop adding drama to yourself!Please restrain yourself! 】

The scientific research institute is a group of single youths who are both physically and mentally clean. They say that eating is really just eating, and the games are just some civilized games like billiards and cards that are good for physical and mental health.

This castle is one of the top ten famous castles in the empire. When Orwell was an adult, his father donated this castle to him. Today, someone proposed to come here to play, and Orwell agreed. The old castle will not be open to the outside world at all.

Orville has been very restless and even a little absent-minded since he started playing card games. What his tutor taught him since he was a child is to learn to admit his mistakes, and he has to admit that he has indeed gone too far today.

Not to mention that the other party is His Royal Highness of the Empire, even if he is an ordinary person, he should apologize for his rudeness.

"Forget it, come and play, I won't play." Orwell didn't want to play at all, so he simply stood up and walked to the window.

This place is in the middle of a lake. When night falls, the surrounding area becomes quiet. Occasionally, two insects can be heard in the grass. The dim light of the copper street lamp attracts countless flying insects. , In the fence of the garden, there was a large area of ​​neatly trimmed rose bushes, which turned a deep dark red in the night.

Orwell also saw Chu Yan standing under the street lamp in the rose garden at a glance, but saw that he was bending over with a look of thinking, clearly considering whether to pick the flowers.

It was so rude, Orwell was furious, and felt that His Highness really had a very bad character!He shouldn't have felt guilty just now.

Orwell stormed downstairs and shouted across the grass, "Stop!"

Hearing the words, Chu Yan straightened up and turned her head, squinted her eyes and looked at the young man who was running towards him angrily in the distance, and smiled slightly: "Orwell."

Orwell never knew that His Highness was such a person who liked to laugh. The anger on his face froze instantly, and he asked dryly: "What are you doing, are you picking my flowers? Are you Don't you know that touching other people's things without permission is a very uneducated behavior?"

"Really? I just think they're blooming nicely, so... can I pick them?"

Orwell said coldly: "Of course not!"

"Okay." Chu Yan didn't force herself after hearing this, and turned around to leave.

Unexpectedly, Orwell suddenly stopped him, and said very reluctantly: "Forget it, just pick it, and just treat it as my apology for my rudeness today."

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