"Did you overdose last night? Who is looking for me?"
"Looking for you! Send me your address quickly, otherwise I bet you will regret it!"
"Oh My God……"
The remaining sleepiness from the paper cutting completely disturbed He Donglou. He checked the time again, and finally made up his mind to struggle out of bed, ready to deal with this over-excited young master.
"As I said before, the orphanage, the orphanage where Director Wan lives."
"I've never been there! Where's the name and the map?"
"Lan...Lan Town? It seems so, in the forest wall area." The paper-cut finally surrendered completely, "I sent you the map."
He Donglou slapped the front seat hard and gave the driver an order: "I'll give you ten minutes, Linqiang District, Lanzhen Orphanage!"
The car started quickly, but the boss next to him said calmly: "It's impossible in ten minutes. It will take at least half an hour from here to the western suburbs."
"Then half an hour, not even one more second!"
He Donglou still doesn't know what this coincidental discovery will bring. The only thing that is certain is that it is much more interesting and more useful than the planned debauchery!
Over at the orphanage, Paper Cut knew that He Donglou wouldn't be there for a while, so he was not in a hurry, so he put on big pants and went to the bathroom to freshen up, squeezing out toothpaste and comforting:
"I said, brother from the East Building, for the sake of your secretary, could you please tell me the key points, and I will help you think of ideas... You just said, who is looking for me?"
He Donglou laughed out loud. The key information advantage actually brought him the pleasure of crushing IQ. However, this paper-cutting person has a really good temper. Even if he is like this and still has the patience to accompany others, He Donglou can't hang on to him anymore:
"No one is looking for you, but someone mentioned you, your super annoying Boss Luo..."
"Huh?" As soon as Paper Cut put the toothbrush into his mouth, his movements froze.
He Donglou couldn't see the paper-cut appearance, but he could feel the sharp change of emotions there, making him happier. He was not open-minded, so he immediately thought, "Take the same way as the other person, and give it back to the other person." He hummed and said with a smile:
"So it's not that I went to bed late, but that you didn't wake up early enough! Ronan started classes in Ticheng early in the morning, and it seemed to be quite a scene..."
"Class starts?"
The sound of paper-cutting suddenly rose an octave, almost breaking the toothbrush.
He Donglou grinned subconsciously: "It seems that I need to practice some configuration techniques and give lessons to members of that project team. The main thing is to do experiments. It is being broadcast live now."
"Porphyrin, bah!"
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He spat out the half-dissolved toothpaste, didn't bother to rinse his mouth, threw away the washing utensils, and walked out: "Why is there no news... Zhang Yingying is with him!"
"Isn't that what I told you?"
"Then why are you talking about me again? Which channel? Where is the link?"
"Link..." He Donglou asked Laosi, and then came over with some unfortunate news, "You can't access the internal military channel."
"Holy shit!"
Paper Cut cursed loudly, picked up his shirt and went outside. While maintaining contact with He Donglou, he entered Ronan's friend group on the Lingbo Internet through Liuer.
There is still information about the "slicing instrument" that Zhang Yingying sent last night, as well as the subsequent discussions, but there is no news about the "live broadcast" that He Donglou mentioned.
"@张莹英, wake up quickly, don't worry about Boss Luo's live broadcast, the military is stuck in our heads!!!"
Zhang Yingying didn't reply immediately, but Octopus, who didn't know whether he got up early or hadn't slept at all, gave a dull expression.
They are all "chapters", but they are useless!
"Ah!" After leaving the door, Paper Cut realized that he had made a mistake in his busy schedule. He was wearing a pair of large pants on his lower body. He hurriedly flashed back, put them on randomly, grabbed the waistband of the pants, and jumped out.
Only this time when I arrived in the corridor, I saw Grandma Wang from the orphanage wearing clothes, leaning out half of her body from another room, staring at her expressionlessly. In the rooms on both sides, some children's breathing began to become disordered, apparently frightened by the uncontrollable amplification of the paper-cut sound.
"Ouch!"
Papercut let out a low cry, and instinctively stretched out his hands to apologize, but he forgot to lift up the waistband of his trousers. Thanks to his wide body and fat body, his waist and hips were blocked, so that he would not look ugly, but he was also extremely embarrassed.
At this moment, He Donglou's voice came again, hesitantly: "Well, I feel like you are a negative example."
"..."
Paper Cut stood on tiptoes, gritted his teeth, and held his breath. He waited until he reached the foyer of the orphanage before speaking out: "Share, transcribe, remake... whatever you choose, send the video to me right away!"
This is a rare urgent tone for paper-cutting.
"You have to wait a while." He Donglou was willing to help, but the operation also took time.
Papercut was rational and considerate, but his emotions were unforgiving, and his heart was as scratchy as a cat. In just a few seconds, beads of sweat had accumulated on his forehead.
By this time, the friend group was already in an uproar.
At first, there was a huge queue with a dull expression, but then Zhang Yingying also reacted and left a message, "I've been contacted, I'll go and show up."
"Field" destroyed the queue, and there was no further progress for the time being.
Almost everyone was woken up by the explosion. They were speculating, discussing, and @paper-cutting was the first-hand information provider. Paper Cut originally wanted to join in, but his mind was really full of weeds, and the little words of that boy from He Donglou made him confused:
What class is Nanzi teaching?
What did he ask me for?
Negative typicality...should it be so serious?
In this mixed state of curiosity, confusion, expectation and even worry, Paper Cut walked to the gate of the orphanage, and suddenly someone called out in his ear:
"Uncle Paper, Uncle Paper!"
"...Uh, Weiwu?"
The person who stopped the paper-cutting was Zhai Weiwu, the most promising kid in the orphanage, and the godson of Zhai Dongguo, an old friend of the paper-cutting. This kid is quite courageous. Even if he just says a word, Zhai Dongguo will definitely go through the procedures to adopt him, but he is still willing to live in the orphanage for a long time and live with other orphans in the institution.
Zhai Weiwu is also a diligent boy. He gets up early every day to exercise, rain or shine, to lay the foundation for future practice. Judging from the sweat on his head, he must have returned from a round of exercise.
"Uncle Zhi, are you leaving now?"
"Oh, I have something wrong..."
The paper cut was stuck in the middle of the sentence, because He Donglou started transmitting data, not a live broadcast, but a transcribed video.
"To improve efficiency, I will post it section by section."
"Depend on!"
Paper Cut decisively turned around and walked back.
"Uncle Zhi, Uncle Zhi?" Zhai Weiwu felt confused and quickly followed.
The reason for choosing paper-cutting is simple: in a commercial society, no matter how good Xia City's infrastructure is, it is impossible to achieve full coverage of communication signals in a bad place like the "recycling layer". The welfare home is a public welfare place, and it is already the area with the strongest signal in the surrounding area.
He Donglou’s decision to send the video in segments was a very wise one, and the first few dozen seconds of video was quickly transmitted.
Since the paper-cutting was simultaneously connected to the Lingbo Network, there was also a picture being presented there, and it was not suitable for projection to the retina for playback, so he had to choose the external playback function.
Zhai Weiwu, who was acting as a follower behind him, said "Wow":
"Brother Ronan!"
Paper-cut ignored the children's confusing generational titles and just stared at the projection area, watching... no, listening to the information conveyed there.
In the video, the simple and stable seaside beach background and the focused figures have no other value except for confirming Ronan's existence. The only thing that is truly meaningful is the sound:
"Chief, why are there so many people...well, so many Burners?"
