Chapter 161 *

Although Zhang Yao's first appearance was in a hurry, it was still a great success. Without warning or warning, "Search" became popular almost all over a high school campus. In the afternoon, everyone was talking about the song, and some were trying to imitate and hum a few words.

Many boys fantasize about what a female singer can sing such a beautiful song.

There are too few new things in school, and Zhang Yao's songs provide these students with rich life materials.

A song can make a school be discussed everywhere. In Cheng Shuixin's words, although the pattern is small, it can be seen as big as small.

Back to the classroom, the classmates were also talking about why such a nuclear bomb was suddenly dropped on the noon radio on campus today. Hearing those different versions of speculation, Su Yifan and Cheng Shuixin, who participated in this matter, kept silent at the same time.

At night, Cheng Shuixin wanted to continue to take Zhang Yao to the recording studio while the iron was hot. Su Yifan originally wanted to go with him, but he was brought out by Yang Bingbing by a phone call.

"Go to my house and check the computer."

Su Yifan will not refuse this request even if it is put forward by students in general relations, not to mention Yang's request.

Su Yifan is already very familiar with the way to send Yang Bingbing countless times. Because it was the evening rush hour, the bus was too crowded and the traffic was congested. The two simply walked to Yang Bingbing's house.

Yang Bingbing's point is what Su Yifan appreciates the most. She will never moan without illness, nor does she have any princess disease. Su Yifan suggested walking, and she walked without any complaints, not like the only daughter of a super-rich family at all.

Standing at the door of Yang Bingbing's villa, Su Yifan suddenly felt a little timid.

"Come on, come in." Yang Bingbing greeted Su Yifan at the door, but her tone was a little gray, "What, I'm sorry?"

"No, I'm a little scared." Su Yifan replied truthfully, "I haven't been to your house."

"I've been to your house. What are you afraid of?" When Yang Bingbing returned to her home, her aura changed slightly and seemed to become more casual. "Give me your schoolbag. You can change your shoes."

Very traditional old-fashioned decoration, just like the kind of house that only elderly people live in. At first glance, people often take care of the thick carpet, and there is no feeling of dust. The living room windows are bright and clean. Except for the LCD TV hanging on the wall that looks new this year, the various furniture and furnishings in the villa make people feel like they have returned to the last century.

Yang Bingbing walked lightly in front of her, and her whole back was smooth and full of vitality. Su Yifan followed Yang Bingbing up the stairs and smoothly entered Yang Bingbing's bedroom.

All this is very natural, whether Yang Bingbing took Su Yifan into her bedroom or Su Yifan took the initiative to enter a girl's boudoir.

Neither of them is surprised, and there is no need to do any psychological construction.

Yang Bingbing's bedroom is very large, at least three times the area of Su Yifan's bedroom. By the window is a large bed with a neat bed cover. There is a clothes rack next to the bedside table, on which there are several particularly simple clothes.

is different from Su Yifan's imagination. Yang Bingbing, a girl who looks so classically, the color of the room is mainly cold white. The most important thing is that the lamp in the corner of her room is special performance art. The upside down lampshade makes people feel like the wall has been peeled open, full of modern atmosphere.

And there is nothing special pink girl's heart in the room. One or two plush toys are already the limit, and more are more modern small furnishings.

Su Yifan felt that Yang Bingbing's living conditions were too simple compared with her family*. The only luxurious thing is that Su Yifan saw a 26-inch LCD display, but this is already the only one. There are no other high-end items in the room that make people feel particularly blind. On the contrary, there is a small shelf full of various books on economics, including Professor Fang's works.

Finding Su Yifan reading those book title, Yang Bingbing explained shyly, "It's all personal interests. Don't laugh at me."

Su Yifan smiled and approached the computer placed under the computer desk. He saw a computer case he had ever dreamed of.

At the last World Geek* Conference, someone used this box as the preferred chassis for saving machine. At that time, Su Yifan had thought about grinding Su Shen to buy this case for himself, but he still didn't dare to open his mouth considering the price.

This chassis with a retail price of nearly 6,000 yuan is of course nothing to Su Yifan. He bent down and stroked the frosted metal surface of the chassis and asked Yang Bingbing with his eyes.

"Can you turn it on?"

"Of course." Yang Bingbing helped Su Yifan press the power button, depriving Su Yifan of the pleasure of starting up.

Various boot detection screens, motherboard information and windows entering the Windows system pop up on the monitor.

Although Yang Bingbing doesn't know much about computer hardware, the computer configuration is frightening. Su Yifan doesn't even know what Yang Bingbing will do with such a high configuration. Is it just painting?

Yang Bingbing said behind Su Yifan, "It's all sent by someone. I don't want it. Grandma said I can leave what I can use, and I can't refuse."

Su Yifan thought about Yang Bingbing's relationship with her mother and felt a headache. He knew that he was not qualified to interrupt.

According to the basic process of repairing computers for female students, Su Yifan first started with primary work such as checking the startup items of the computer, and then checked the registry to help Yang Bingbing uninstall a bunch of strange and useless plug-ins.

"Actually, this computer doesn't need to be maintained at all, right?" Su Yifan spoke bluntly and said directly, "Such a powerful performance, even if you are infected with the virus, you may not feel it."

Yang Bingbing finally showed her rare idiotic side at this time: "But I still feel slow, and sometimes the sound of the fan is also very loud."

"...what do you usually use it for?"

"It's drawing."

Su Yifan stared at the huge monitor and opened the drawing software to read the historical file.

"...Isn't it strange to open so many big pictures at a time?" Su Yifan has a new understanding of Yang Bingbing. She didn't expect that she didn't know much about computers. "The size of your picture is too big. Why do you open a lot at a time?"

Yang Bingbing rarely snorted angrily with Su Yifan and did not answer.

Su Yifan looked at it carefully and immediately patted his head with embarrassment.

Of course, those documents are all designed by Yang Bingbing for Su Yifan. Beautiful women of various styles overlap on the screen, and each one is a portrait of a figure that once made Su Yifan well.

Su Yifan stood stupidly in front of the computer and looked at the picture files that were opened at one time. Each one means countless layers, each of which was elaborately carved for several hours. Imagining Yang Bingbing sitting alone in front of the computer and carving the details of these pictures little by little with a drawing board and mouse, Su Yifan felt that what he had just said was particularly conscienceless.

"I'm sorry... I didn't look carefully." Su Yifan quickly apologized to Yang Bingbing.

Yang Bingbing snorted again, but still didn't say anything, and her expression was very aggrieved.

Su Yifan felt more and more uneasy and blamed himself, "It's really not good for me... I don't know you work so hard. I speak too conscienceless. Don't be angry..."

The effect of repeated apologies is still there. Yang Bingbing didn't hum for the third time, and she was still a little unhappy to say, "I really don't understand computers. You can't ask me to know everything."

"It doesn't matter, I will." Su Yifan quickly continued to comfort Yang Bingbing and said, "Let me help you clean up the fan. Maybe there is too much dust."

Yang Bingbing looked up at the roof: "Can it be dusty with an air purifier?"

Su Yifan manipulated the mouse to turn off the computer and casually replied, "This thing absorbs more dust than the air purifier."

Yang Bingbing has no say in this regard, and Ren Su Yifan is free to play.

Su Yifan peeked at Yang Bingbing and found that she was not as angry as he thought, so he felt a little relieved.

"Then I'll dismantle the machine. You can avoid it. It's dusty."

"Dust?" Yang Bingbing thought for a moment and stopped Su Yifan's next action. "Wait for me."

Su Yifan had to stand up and watched Yang Bingbing walk out of the bedroom. Not long after, he walked in again, holding two masks in his hand and handing one to Su Yifan.

"Put this on."

Yang Bingbing's delicacy warmed Su Yifan's heart. He has repaired computers many times and cleaned up dust. This is the first time that someone handed himself a mask while cleaning the fan to be careful of dust.

Yang Bingbing also wore a mask and instantly turned herself into a mask girl dancing on a video website. She followed Su Yifan out of the bedroom and watched him remove the fan to remove dust on the balcony.

Su Yifan's movements were very serious. The sunset fell on him. Yang Bingbing stood in the corridor and stared at it without blinking. She always felt that such a picture was very reassuring.

Su Yifan cleaned up the fan and cleaned up the area around the motherboard before reinstalling the chassis and taking it back to Yang Bingbing's bedroom.

After taking off her mask, Yang Bingbing asked curiously, "Are you so patient in everything?"

"My father always tells me that it's better to be serious about everything."

Yang Bingbing sighed: "Yes, Mrs. Yang also said that to me."

Su Yifan didn't know what to say.

When it was turned back on, the sound of the fan was indeed much lower than before. In order to get rid of the embarrassment, Su Yifan asked, "What do you think I should do now as a good person who repairs computers?"

Yang Bingbing knew that Su Yifan was teasing herself and smiled cooperatively and said, "According to the normal script, should I leave you at home for dinner now?"

Su Yifan scratched his head: "Since you have said so, I will reluctantly agree."

Yang Bingbing finally laughed out this time.

"Okay, I'll take you to see my grandmother."

Hearing that he wanted to meet the old man at home, Su Yifan couldn't help but be timid: "Ah, I came empty-handed this time. Should I buy some gifts?"

"I went to your house empty-handed." Yang Bingbing didn't look at the cleaned computer and pulled Su Yifan out of her bedroom. "My grandmother is very kind. Don't worry."

Su Yifan didn't dare to struggle and could only say, "I'm worried that I can't speak."

"Forget it, you are much more talkative than when I first met you." Yang Bingbing rudely attacked Su Yifan.

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I haven't done anything to repair the computer at my female classmate's house!

It's true. There were not many people with computers when we went to school. At that time, the price of a computer was about the same as that of a house. A Beijing reader of a computer newspaper also wrote an article on whether to buy a computer first or a house first, and concluded that it was to buy a computer first.

I don't know how he feels now...

Continue to ask for red tickets!