pertwk Chapter 4: My First Pot of Gold on the Keyboard
Chapter 4: My First Pot of Gold on the Keyboard
Su Qianqian stared at her phone screen and waited for more than a minute, but there was still no response.
She gently bit her thin, red lower lip, flipped her phone over, held it in her hand, and walked into the private room.
"Qianqian, come here quickly!"
Song Qingning ate a few bites of potato chips, and immediately waved to Su Qianqian after she saw her walk into the private room.
Su Qianqian took a breath, the disappointment on her face disappeared, and a faint smile returned.
She quickly walked over and sat down next to Song Qingning.
Song Qingning pulled Su Qianqian along and asked, "Do you want to sing?"
"Would you like me to sing you a song?"
Su Qianqian shook her head: "You sing first, I want to rest for a while."
"Then I won't sing either." Song Qingning seemed to remember something, and then asked softly, "Qianqian, are you really not going to give Lin Bei a chance?"
"He liked you for all three years of high school."
Su Qianqian shook her head again: "I don't like him, why should I give him a chance?"
"Oh, let's not worry about him for now." Song Qingning hugged Su Qianqian's arm. "Are you free tomorrow? Come shopping with me. There's a dress I've wanted for a long time."
Su Qianqian was silent for a moment, then nodded: "We'll see. If I'm free tomorrow, I'll go with you."
Song Qingning leaned against Su Qianqian's chest and said with a smile, "Qianqian is still the best. She truly deserves to be my best friend!"
Just then, the door to the private room opened again.
Lin Bei shook the water droplets off his head and walked in. His flaxen hair was wet and hung down in front of his forehead.
Just as he pushed the door open and came in, Su Qianqian happened to look up and meet Lin Bei's gaze.
The two stared at each other for less than half a second.
Su Qianqian looked away and pretended to look at her phone.
Lin Bei didn't look at her again, but put his hands in his pockets and walked straight up to Song Qingning: "Qingning, let's go home."
"Huh?" Song Qingning was chatting enthusiastically with Su Qianqian when she heard that she had to go back now, and she immediately became unhappy.
Holding up the date on her phone, she said, "Come on, it's only a little past nine o'clock. Why are you coming home so early?"
"Anyway, my parents aren't coming home, so it's fine if I go back later."
Lin Bei, hands in his pockets and expressionless, said, "If you don't go back now, I'm going to have a serious talk with some people who, when they were three years old, were chasing sheep by the roadside..."
Before he could finish speaking, Song Qingning hurriedly jumped up from the sofa: "Stop, stop, stop! I'm going back, I'm going back right now."
She turned to look at Su Qianqian beside her, smiled and said, "Qianqian, I have to go back first. You can have fun."
"I've decided to go tomorrow, remember to call me! I'm at home... Hey, hey, don't pull me away!"
Lin Bei grabbed Song Qingning's hand and walked towards the door: "Hurry up and go home, why are you talking so much nonsense?"
Su Qianqian watched the two leave without saying anything. She opened her phone to see if she had received any new messages.
As a result, just like before, there was no reaction whatsoever.
A hint of disappointment flashed across Su Qianqian's pretty face once again.
She really wants to send a few more messages to ask why her husband isn't replying.
But then I felt that being too clingy would make the other person dislike me, so I could only continue to wait.
She hoped her husband was just busy and forgot, and that he wasn't actually ignoring her messages.
After all, the two were having a close conversation just yesterday.
Su Qianqian took a deep breath, suppressing her wandering thoughts.
Soon, people came to ask Su Qianqian to sing, but she politely declined them all.
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After Lin Bei led Song Qingning away from the KTV, they walked on the wide road.
A cool breeze blew by, and it felt very refreshing.
"Lin Bei, slow down."
Song Qingning quickly walked to Lin Bei's side and asked, "It's only a little past nine o'clock, why are we going back so early?"
"This isn't like you at all. Every time you go out, you stay up until one or two in the morning."
Lin Bei rubbed his temples: "We're not going home now, we're going straight to an internet cafe for the night."
He just came up with a plan in the bathroom that could make him money in the short term, and he urgently needs to use a computer to conduct experiments.
It's 08 now, and we don't have a computer at home, so the only way to get online is to go to an internet cafe.
Song Qingning thought about it and thought the suggestion was good: "Going to an internet cafe is fine too. I've never stayed up all night before. Just thinking about it is exciting."
Soon, the two turned into an internet cafe called "Speed Time and Space" on the street corner.
Pushing open the door, you're greeted by the smell of smoke and instant noodles, along with the sound of keyboard typing.
On the computer screen, exciting scenes from Counter-Strike were displayed, while from the corner came the rough shouts and curses of teenagers.
Lin Bei took out a crumpled fifty-yuan bill from his pocket and slapped it on the counter.
"Book two machines that will run all night, plus two bowls of instant noodles, two grilled sausages, a bottle of iced tea, and a bottle of orange-flavored drink."
The internet cafe owner glanced at him and tossed out two access cards: "The password is 0. Help yourself to the instant noodles."
Lin Bei, holding the superior's card, pulled Song Qingning to a corner.
Looking at the soon-to-be-packed hall, Song Qingning exclaimed, "Wow, there are so many people!"
She pulled out the chair first, skillfully turned on the computer, and entered the login code.
Soon, the computer screen lit up, revealing the classic blue Windows XP desktop.
After turning on her computer, Song Qingning turned to Lin Bei and said, "Lin Bei, you're acting really strange tonight."
"First you insisted on sleeping at my house, then you dragged me here all night. You wouldn't actually like me, would you?"
"Although I am beautiful, have a great figure, and am generous..."
"Shut up!" Lin Bei hurriedly interrupted Song Qingning's incessant chatter, then threw a bucket of instant noodles and a bottle of orange juice in front of her.
"Eat when you're hungry, drink when you're thirsty, play when you want to play, and sleep when you don't want to play!"
Song Qingning's eyes widened instantly when she saw the instant noodles and orange juice.
Wow!
"This is a deluxe three-piece set for an internet cafe! How could you be so willing to spend it!"
Song Qingning was so surprised because normally, Lin Bei would even split the bill with her for a bottle of mineral water.
They're being surprisingly generous today.
Something's wrong, something's very wrong!
Song Qingning unscrewed the orange juice and took a sip: "You...you won the lottery?"
"It'll be ready soon." Lin Bei didn't explain further, casually opened the iced red drink and took a sip.
Comfortable!
I drank quite a lot of alcohol at the karaoke bar, and then threw up most of it. I feel both thirsty and hungry.
My stomach feels better now after drinking some ice water.
Soon, Song Qingning opened QQ Dance, her fingers flying across the arrow keys as she hummed the background music.
Lin Bei didn't rush to play the game; instead, he opened the Internet Explorer browser.
He remembered that around this time in his previous life, there was a news story that was neither too big nor too small: an online singer named "A Yuan" lost to his competitor by a mere few hundred votes in the final round.
The fan club made a big fuss about it for a long time, accusing the organizers of vote suppression and data manipulation, and it even made it into the local city newspaper.
However, what truly made Lin Bei remember this incident was not the competition itself.
Instead, on the night of the finals, one of the opposing team's fan groups spent 20,000 yuan to buy tickets in a short period of time.
It was later discovered that the ticket was issued by a college student via SMS.
The cost is less than two thousand, but the net profit is eighteen thousand.
In his previous life, when Lin Bei was working on GG technology, he specifically studied the mass messaging systems of this era.
Therefore, he knew how to get through that passage.
Lin Bei opened the search box and typed a few words.