I remember when he and Ai Ting were training together in Rongdu, he did a lot of things for this female classmate back and forth.
Although he was trying to please the eldest lady of the aristocratic family for his own future, the priorities between them were completely opposite at that time.
Miss Ai couldn't move in the aristocratic circle of Rongdu, and she had to ask him for advice on almost every move she made.
Every time he walked with her, Li Huo always felt that he was the senior brother and this lady was the junior sister following him.
However, only two years have passed, and she can actually use the word "forbidden" against herself?
"Forbidden" is an exclusive superpower that only elites in his family can possess, so he has always regarded this word as his own.
"good."
After being silent for a long time, with the muscles on his temples tense and bulging, he finally forced himself to say the word.
However, Ai Ting has already taken Meng Fei and others away.
Chen Han and others disassembled the processing and storage equipment on the sleeping cabin and planned to carry their laptops to the network security laboratory.
There were so many things and they were too heavy for him to move alone. Fortunately, An Sheng, Xiao Han and Mo Sheng were there to help.
Meng Fei consciously went to help them move their things, but was held back by Ai Ting.
He struggled for a while, but his wife did not stop and walked directly to the third floor. Since he was being pulled, he could only continue to move forward by being dragged like a leashed pet.
"I forbid you to do anything now, just go to bed."
Ai Ting said firmly.
"But it's only half past eight."
"Today is special. Something is very wrong with you."
"No, I'm fine."
"You said it was fine after being locked up for more than ten hours?"
"Well, I felt very energetic as soon as I came out."
"But your eyes look tired, which is not normal anyway."
Ai Ting looked at his pupils carefully under the light of the corridor, but she didn't feel any better.
"The fat man can't move it alone."
Meng Fei felt very itchy.
He really wanted to go to the network security laboratory on the second floor to look at the data. With his "scanning" ability, he might be able to spot the problem with just one scan.
"Young Master An, he can carry ten things by himself."
Ansheng is now well-known in Mu'entang for his strength, which often reminds Meng Fei of Marshal Tianpeng during the Gao Laozhuang period.
Not only is he strong, he also likes to help others, is rich and generous. He rushed to carry the boxes and pay the bills.
Everyone here liked him except Suzaku who was still quite cold towards him.
"But wasn't he just like me, detained for more than ten hours?"
Meng Fei mumbled and asked.
"right."
Ai Ting seemed to have remembered something and muttered to herself. But she returned to normal in an instant.
"He is Mr. An. So what if he is detained for a few more days?
"As for you, don't be brave and just go back to sleep with me."
"I'm afraid I won't be able to sleep if I go to bed so early."
Meng Fei recalled the scene when he was stuck in the game and wanted to nap for a while but couldn't fall asleep. He was still frightened.
"If you can't sleep, just lie down for me."
An hour later, after washing up, Meng Fei had put on his pajamas and lay on the bed.
Of course, even though it was only half past nine, my wife set an example and stayed with him to bed. But she still has the habit of turning the pages before going to bed.
Meng Fei thought he would not be able to sleep. The reality is completely opposite.
When Ai Ting's rustling sound of turning the pages of a book sounded, it was as if a quiet power of consciousness enveloped the surroundings.
The night with the light yellow reading lamp became particularly peaceful. All noise and worries are blocked out.
The whole world is filled with only the continuous wind and rain outside the window and the sound of books being turned gently in the room.
Could this be the power of the goddess’s consciousness?
No matter what she is, as long as she can sleep.
…
The next day, everyone gathered in the conference room.
The weather was still hazy, but Meng Fei felt particularly awake. The air seemed to be filled with cool water vapor.
The rain had stopped for a while, and the stone tile floor outside the window rarely showed its dry appearance. Only a few map-like wet marks remained in the corners.
Completely opposite to Meng Fei who had a good night's sleep, Chen Han tried his best to keep his panda eyes open. He stayed up all night analyzing game data and didn't sleep all night.
"The script you played yesterday was called "The Octagon Villa Serial Murder Case."
"The script ranks very well on the Clouded Leopard platform and is sought after by many people. The script itself has undergone many security reviews and should be fine."
"no problem?"
Li Huo crossed his arms and sneered.
"We were all illegally detained for more than ten hours by this unproblematic game."
Unfortunately, he knew very well that the current definition of "illegal detention" in the law was limited to human beings and did not include mental confinement.
The length of detention is also calculated based on the actual length of time. It only took a little more than three seconds after he clicked to exit until the exit was successful.
This made him temporarily helpless, but also furious.
Chen Han rubbed his slightly confused eyes and continued to hold on: "It's not completely without problems. But I suspect that the problem occurs randomly with a small probability."
He switched a slide, and a fluctuating curve appeared in front of everyone's eyes.
“This is the data traffic change process that I monitored during Meng’s game last night.
"Before he clicked out, the data flow was smooth. About 1Mbytes per second.
"But after he clicked Exit, the traffic changed drastically."
There was a straight steep slope on the curve, followed by a plateau that lasted for more than three seconds.
"The data traffic has reached approximately 100GBytesM. Why is this amount 100Gs?
“I calculated it and found that the maximum traffic of our network egress at Moon Hall is 320Gs.
"The four of you played together last night. Except for Tang Wenwen who was the first to go offline, this problem occurred to all three of you when you clicked to exit.
"Then the data traffic of the three of you skyrocketed at the same time. In the end, our export traffic was basically filled up."
"That is to say, if the exit traffic of Moon Hall is larger, we will be trapped for longer."
Li Huo's face turned a little blue. He was imagining being locked in that damn game for ten days and a half.
He could imagine that the data traffic of the entire game should be proportional to the time he "experienced".
Just like watching movies on the Internet, the traffic is almost constant. The longer you look, the more data flows through.
What if much more data flows in the last few seconds than in the previous hour? It shows that he watched a lot of content in the last few seconds. Maybe it’s because I feel like my time is getting longer.
"That's not necessarily true. There is also a limit on the game server. It's just that we have not reached that limit."
Chen Han habitually rubbed his fingers under his nose, and then took two puffs.
