CIATB Chapter 77 I really don't understand you young people
Chapter 77 I really don't understand you young people
Chapter 77 I really don't understand you young people
With a "click," the light in the living room suddenly turned on.
Yu Huan turned around and locked the door from the inside. He then sat down on the wooden sofa with an air of nonchalance, placed his laptop on the coffee table, connected the power adapter, and turned it on.
I set a username during my lunch break.
I went straight to my computer desktop and browsed Bilibili. "Jiangnan Morning Post, but Love Circulation!" had already topped the site's charts.
As soon as you open the video, the screen is filled with funny comments.
After finishing the third review, Yu Huan opened Office and organized the work documents she would need in a few days.
Life moves at a leisurely pace, and I enjoy good meals every day.
Friday is fast approaching.
2012 12 Month 14 Day.
At the weekly Friday night party, Yu Huan arranged for Li Xiaoyu, Wang Zhi, and Xu Fei to take turns on duty.
He quipped meaningfully, "Don't sleep too soundly tonight, the big one is coming."
Yu Huan's lighthearted tone drew laughter from everyone. Since Yu Huan often made harmless little jokes, he didn't take it seriously.
As the birthplace of this meme, members of the aircraft carrier forum claim to never sleep and that the big thing is coming every day.
Later on, it seemed that nothing would happen that night.
"Just kidding, everyone eat and sleep as usual! But don't turn off your phones, in case something big happens and I can't reach you," Yu Huan added with a smile.
He wasn't kidding; the big one is really coming!
It's common for news organizations to work overtime, but since the establishment of the new media department, no one has ever worked overtime.
For someone like Yu Huan who slacks off, the absence of big news is the best news.
However, he knew perfectly well that at 10:30 p.m. China time (9:30 a.m. Eastern Time) today, a shocking school shooting would occur in Connecticut, USA.
The incident resulted in the deaths of 26 innocent people, including 20 elementary school students.
This shooting incident is one of the deadliest school shootings in U.S. history.
However, many processes in this world are like a devastating mudslide, which he alone cannot stop, especially since it is an event happening on the other side of the ocean.
I've already written several articles about this incident.
The United States has a highly developed long-distance livestock industry, with annual spending on dog food reaching hundreds of millions of dollars. They stir up trouble on the Chinese internet and manipulate public opinion.
Yu Huan, however, was not going to hold back; it was time to capitalize on this incident and rake in a huge wave of traffic.
Director Li spoke very concisely at this meeting. After Yu Huan finished speaking, he waved his hand and announced the meeting was adjourned.
He immediately turned around and strode into the elevator. His decisive and efficient manner left everyone looking at each other in surprise, completely contrary to his usual calm and steady demeanor.
This is because Director Li's daughter, who is studying at university in Jiangcheng, is coming home this weekend and he needs to pick her up from the bus station.
Director Li walked very fast, each step large and hurried, as if a gust of wind swept across the ground, and hurriedly strolled to the open-air parking lot.
He then got into the driver's seat of his Volkswagen Santana, floored the gas pedal, and drove out of the parking space.
I arrived at the East Bus Station in half an hour just before the evening rush hour, thankfully without making my daughter wait.
Turn on your hazard lights and stop at the curb.
Director Li called his daughter and, upon hearing that they were about to arrive at their destination, reclined his seat and played Tetris for a while.
In a flash.
The sound of the car door being pulled open came from the passenger seat. Director Li turned his head and saw a pink-haired girl sighing and saying, "I'm exhausted," before casually tossing her backpack onto the back seat.
To be honest, Director Li was genuinely startled. He recognized the heavily made-up face—it was indeed his daughter—and coughed, saying, "Li Qianqian! Look at you! What kind of monster are you?"
"I'm not a demon or monster, I'm Yuzuriha Inori!" Li Qianqian emphasized, then continued, "Dad, don't worry, this is a one-time hair dye. I was in a rush after attending the anime club event this afternoon and had to catch the bus, so I didn't have time to remove my makeup."
"Ye Di? I really don't understand you young people." Director Li shook his head, turned the steering wheel, and drove towards the main road, saying, "Qianqian, our newspaper has also joined Bilibili, oh, and Weibo too!"
"Really?" Li Qianqian nodded.
She never reads newspapers.
For her, this thing was just for wiping glass and propping up table legs.
Even if she joins Bilibili, it's just so-so. The news isn't anything worth paying special attention to! At most, she'll just browse Weibo's trending topics.
When Director Li picked her up, it was rush hour, and every lane was packed with vehicles, one after another.
Li Qianqian was playing Tetris out of boredom, and her skills were several levels better than her father's.
The sound of blocks disappearing was continuous and relentless; I easily scored over 20,000 points.
While waiting at a red light, Director Li peeked over and immediately exclaimed, "Wow, almost 30,000... Wow, 35,000... 40,000..."
"It's nothing!" Li Qianqian glanced at her old father, who had never seen the world.
The father and daughter were stuck in traffic for an hour before they got home.
Feeling drowsy, Li Qianqian forced herself to stay awake. The three of them ate dinner together. She kept saying "I'm so sleepy" and was too lazy to remove her makeup. She simply lay down on the sofa and closed her eyes.
In the Hunan region, where there is no centralized heating, a type of solid wood electric heater is prevalent.
I put my feet up on it, then covered myself with a blanket. The gentle warmth continued to warm my legs, which was very comfortable.
Li Qianqian then warmed herself by the electric heater, pulled the blanket up over her stomach, and drifted off to sleep, feeling dizzy and lightheaded.
When I woke up again, it was almost 10 p.m. The living room was dark, with only the night light on.
At this time of day, the elderly couple would have already washed up and gone to bed.
Feeling refreshed after waking up, Li Qianqian stretched and turned off the electric heater before going to the bathroom to remove her makeup.
The difference between before and after makeup removal is quite significant; the whole process is like a magic show.
The makeup remover gently wiped my face, removing the colorful makeup, and my eyebrows returned to their sparse shape.
The aloof Yuzuriha Inori has transformed into a real and lively girl next door.
After tidying up for a while, I dried my wet hair.
With her full head of black hair cascading over her shoulders, she sat at the computer desk in the living room.
Place a can of cucumber-flavored potato chips on the table, add a can of Coca-Cola, and everything is ready. Turn on the desktop computer.
I opened my browser and logged into Weibo, intending to check out the latest entertainment gossip before continuing to watch "Reply 1997".
This is a Korean 'national drama' that abandons even the iconic handsome men and beautiful women route of Korean dramas. It tells the story of the growth and love of six ordinary high school students in a plain and simple way, and is a bit long-winded and verbose overall.
By the way, there's a classic question in this movie: What if your girlfriend asks, "Why do you like me?"
I remember there was a standard answer: Because you're pretty.
Li Qianqian moved the mouse.
Suddenly, Director Li's words flashed through my mind: that the newspaper had also joined Weibo and Bilibili.
With this thought in mind, I searched for the Jiangnan Morning Post and checked it out. The first thing I saw on Weibo was a line of small print: 'Phishing, we're targeting you!'
(End of this chapter)