Big Data Cultivation

Feng Jun ’s employee dormitory has four beds, one of which is unoccupied, with only two roommates: Zhao Hongqi and Qin Tao.

These two are the younger brothers of the club. Zhao Hongqi and Feng Jun are a little nervous. Qin Tao is a character who can't play a fart with three sticks. Except for working hours, he likes to play games in Internet cafes, which is the property of a dead house.

However, although Qin Tao likes to surf the Internet, he never stays at night, but will come back late.

He is a native of Zheng Yang, and his relationship with Feng Jun is also very general.

Feng Jun took a look at the empty farm, and then the sleeping two, and sighed in a sorrowful way-the two suspects are very suspicious, but ... these are the two, and it is impossible to determine which one is bigger.

In short, this is the case at the bottom. All sorts of filthy thoughts, ugly faces, and mean behaviors will be exposed unabashedly.

Hurt others and hurt yourself? This is really normal.

Feng Jun sighed silently. There is no way, who will let his screen saver not set a password?

But at the next moment, his eyes light up: Since holding the grass is very tiring, eradicating pasture is also a good choice.

For a time, he forgot, maybe he can use his right hand to collect forage.

In short, this matter did not affect his mood too much. He walked out of the dormitory, and he went to eat a big breakfast. He ate the fritters until his frowns filled his throat.

Want to enter the farm to explore the law, that is really individual work.

Ignored the surprised look of the stall owner, he bought a breakfast for Xiao Li, and Shi Shiran came to the club.

He didn't come last night. The area he was in charge of was cleaned very well. Feng Jun wandered around and found that Xiao Li hadn't arrived yet. He walked to the staff's locker room again.

Liu Shuming had already arrived. When he saw him coming in, his face suddenly became dark. After a while, he asked in a black face, "Is your charger broken?"

Feng Junbai didn't speak at a glance, took out his mobile phone, and swiped himself.

Liu Shuming's face turned blue with anger, but he didn't dare to ask any more, he could only spit hard, "Little white face, do you really think you are serious?"

This is a bit insinuating the relationship between Feng Jun and Hong Jie, but he didn't name it, and Feng Jun's skin color is not fair, but not black. It is called a little white face, probably because of his higher education.

Feng Jun did not care about the other party's innuendo, he put his left hand on the table, his fingers unconsciously tapped on the desktop, and then put the phone on the table, with his left finger to click on the blank space of the screen.

He knew that he could n’t click on the QQ farm with his left hand, and he did n’t even dare to click on other icons, but ... there would n’t be any problem if he clicked on the blank area of ​​the screen?

This kind of behavior belongs to the idleness, and the old saying is good-nothing is wrong!

So the next moment, Feng Jun was tragic, he was surprised to find that he entered a strange space.

This is a wasteland, the destination is all gravel, as if you are in the Gobi Desert.

He looked up and saw that there was a sun in the sky, but it was extraordinarily large, more than double the normal sun. Looking further into the distance, I could see the peaks and the non-existent green.

But where he was, it was a desolate place, he could not see any plants, there were no animals, not even insects, some were just endless gravel, and a burst of cold wind.

Feng Jun was stunned for a while before whispering softly, "Nima, I still ... I owe my hand."

If he wants to go out at this moment, he should be able to withdraw easily, but since he has already arrived, he plans to walk around and see what is going on here.

As for saying that he entered the mobile phone under Liu Shuming's eyelids, it doesn't matter. It's too late to regret at this moment. After entering here anyway, the outside time should stop.

He looked around again and found that the location of the suspected east, not only had distant mountains and vague green, but looked very close, it seemed ... there were some neat buildings.

Then look at the past, Feng Jun raised his foot and walked to the east, he had enough to eat for breakfast, and he didn't have to worry about physical problems for the time being.

However, looking at the mountains and running dead horses, this is really not in vain. He walked for almost three hours, only a little closer. At this time, he could already vaguely see the rows of buildings, it seems It is a house.

Is there anyone in this house? Feng Jun's brows frowned, and according to the online novel, he had to hide his body at this time to guard against various villains around the house.

He looked up and looked at the sun. It was already slightly westward, the light and heat were falling, the Gobi beach was a little cold, and the wind was blowing. As soon as he stopped, he felt a bit cold.

So he erected his collar to protect himself from the cold wind.

But the next moment, he suddenly jumped old, "I go ... I brought my clothes in?"

This discovery made him really excited. Zhengyang City, outside his cell phone, was at the beginning of autumn at the moment. Feng Jun was wearing a long-sleeved shirt and trousers, which is standard for Hongjie Club's summer clothing.

He reached out and touched his pants pocket. As expected, he felt a cigarette and a lighter.

The lighter is not windproof. Feng Jun took a lot of effort to light up a cigarette and took two deep breaths comfortably. He couldn't help grinning, "developed, developed, this ability to monetize ... it is too powerful Now. "

With such a storage space, he has met all his expectations for adventure.

After thinking about it, he decided to quietly approach the rows of houses, not for anything else, just because he entered the mobile phone space once and needed too much power. Before harvesting his own cash, he still tried to save limited funds.

Two hours later, he finally came sneaking around a mile from the house.

At this moment, the sun moved westward more and more, and the wind became more chilly.

Feng Jun looked at the houses in a stunned manner, "It turned out to be ... the ruins?"

This is obviously a village. There are not many houses. Seventy or eighty houses have been destroyed. The roof has been almost destroyed. The only thing left is the ruins.

It ’s just that the house plan is relatively neat, so from a distance, it looks like a regular building.

To the west of the village, there is even a large threshing ground, and even a stone mill.

The wooden shaft on the roller is still there, but the roller frame has nowhere to go, and the whole village looks more and more broken and desolate.

Feng Jun's brows were tight, and he kept secretly thinking: This village ... will there be no one else?

Intuitively told him that no one has lived here for a long time, but ... people are in rivers and lakes, be careful of others killing people and winning treasures.

Oh, it's a murderous adventure.

But if you just leave, the next time you accumulate enough energy to come in, you do n’t know when.

Feng Jun hesitated for a long time, and finally he was stubborn. Forget it, the big deal came back to buy some electricity to use.

The key is ... Now here, Mrs. Zhenima is a little bit cold!

The next moment, he appeared again in the staff locker room of Hongjie.

Immediately afterwards, there was a bang, and Feng Jun looked sideways and found that Liu Shuming was closing the coat box hard.

It seems that this guy didn't find me strange! Feng Jun breathed a sigh of relief, but then, he raised his hand and smashed his thigh hard-Nima, I am really a pig.

He realized at this moment that since he entered the mobile phone, the outside time is paused, so no matter what happens to his outside body, it can only be ignored for a moment.

Even, even if his body also entered the mobile phone, others may not be able to find ... Time is stopped at this moment.

I knew this earlier, what kind of bicycle do I need ... wrong, what kind of mobile phone to borrow.

He put away his mobile phone, locked his clothes into the coat box, pushed open the door of the shower room and walked in-just for a while, his body secreted another layer of greasy.

Twist the hot water to the maximum, feeling that the hot water was hitting the cold skin, he took a breath out comfortably-it was so cool, I was almost frozen to death just now.

Washing and washing, he began to stare at the marks on his arm again. The color was so dim that he could only enter the space once more, right?

Came out of the shower room and changed into clothes. He walked out of the locker room and found that Xiao Li had already come. UU read the book www.uukanshu.com. Not only did he finish his breakfast, he also stood at the front desk and enthusiastically explained to the two young people.

Feng Jun thinks about it, and feels that there is no need to borrow a mobile phone-when the time stops, who will find out what is his condition?

Seriously, he needs to make relevant preparations, to go to the wilderness again, to implement the storage capacity of the space, and secondly ... It is also best to figure out what is going on in the wilderness.

Of course, for the specific details, he still has to make a good calculation, and he cannot easily waste energy.

The next morning, he spent so calmly. At noon, he still did not go to the cafeteria to eat, but went to the Fly House for the third time in three days.

This time he ate less than twice before, but the boss didn't care about this, just at the checkout, he said aloud, "Are you growing up recently?"

"Long one?" Feng Jun glanced at him sideways, nodded with a smile, "Twenty-three, channelled ... maybe."

In fact, he had a similar feeling, feeling that he seemed a little taller.

"It must have grown," the boss nodded, and said very surely, "Originally you were as tall as me, now ... you are a little taller than me."

People with similar bodies can most directly feel the height change of the other party.

"Is it?" Feng Jun heard that he was also interested in it. Among the Chinese, his size of one meter and seven or three is actually not too low.

However, everyone now regards high as the beauty, and even in the first two days, Wang Haifeng said that one meter seven five is only third-class disability.

Na's height is one meter eighty-one, of course there is no pressure to say this.

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