"Qin Ren, Qin Ren, what is a widow?"

When the word "widow" came out of Luo Yao's mouth, a scene from his long memory suddenly appeared in Qin Ren's mind.

…

The beautiful woman with a plump figure and a beautiful face was dressed in black mourning clothes. She was leaning against the table with a photo of her recently deceased husband. Her watery peach blossom eyes seemed to be full of melancholy, but somehow there was a hint of lingering charm.

of confusion…

…

Yes, this is the [Widow] in Qin Ren’s memory.

Considering the daily language learning environment, Qin Ren has reason to believe that Luo Yao may have accidentally acquired this vocabulary through some "irregular channels".

For example, [Qin Ren’s Hard Drive].

"Yao, let me tell you a story about Coke."

"I don't really want to hear a story today."

Qin Ren failed to change the subject. The curious spirit beast shook its little feet, lightly kicked Qin Ren's calves, pulled his arms and hugged his soft chest:

"What exactly is a widow? It sounds very domineering."

"It's... not bad..."

Pixiu felt domineering, but Qin Ren only felt astringent.

"Where did you learn this word?" Qin Ren asked as he hurriedly put on his pants and got up, preparing to rush to the living room.

"On the computer, Yu Ling'er just found it."

Sure enough.

"Where are you going, Qin Ren, where are the survivors? You haven't said anything yet?"

"Dead but not dead, a survivor is a person who is dead but not completely dead." Qin Ren made nonsense.

Dead but not completely dead...

"Is it a zombie?"

Luo Yao had watched "Train to Busan" and it was a bit scary. She covered her eyes and looked through her fingers, but she still wanted to hide in Qin Ren's arms.

"Roughly the same."

…

Of course, there are many differences between zombies and widows. Qin Ren was so perfunctory, but ignored that widow is a normal term. In fact, it would be better to just explain "widow" to the simple little Pixiu, without having to falter and make it up.

It's just that he can't care about so much at the moment. Qin Ren is afraid that like Zhou Chi, if he hears indecent external sounds coming from the living room the next second, he may have to move to Mars.

But in fact, when he hurried to the living room and took a look, he found that there was no one in front of the computer desk, the computer was in desktop mode, and no strange videos were playing, which was fortunate.

Master and apprentice Yu Ling'er and Yu Yourong were lying on the sofa together, with their heads together and rustling with their tablets.

"Master, look, I found it, it seems to be an Oriental character."

"Oriental? But it looks like Chinese characters."

"Brother said before that Japanese characters are originally Chinese characters that have been removed from the bones."

"That's it..."

…

Qin Ren sounded a little nervous behind the scenes. Are these two girls in Baidu [Widow]?

Qin Ren thought it was so at first. When he peeked his head from behind the sofa, he found that it was not:

"What are you doing?"

"Yeah~——!"

Two thin and crisp screams sounded. Yu Ling'er and Yu Yourong were frightened at the same time. They hugged each other tightly, cheek to cheek, and their bulging clothes suddenly squeezed each other, occasionally squeezing out a piece.

It's white, just like poking into a rabbit's nest.

This reminded Qin Ren of the first layer of steamed buns opened in a breakfast shop selling steamed buns. They were also fluffy and packed into a pile. They looked sweet and delicious.

"Qin... Qin Ren, why is it you?" After seeing the person clearly, Yu Ling'er breathed a sigh of relief and patted his chest.

But the wrong photo was taken, and the photo was taken of the apprentice. The apprentice glared at him and also patted the master twice.

"Brother, haven't you slept yet?"

"Ah, yes, I... suddenly got a job, and I got up and wanted to use the computer."

Qin Ren said tentatively:

"Computer...is nothing?"

"Yeah, it's okay."

Yu Ling'er nodded:

"Qin Ren, I seemed to have done something very powerful just now, and then it said there were some wonderful screenshots and asked me to find them in a certain folder."

Yu Ling'er's talent in computers is indeed incredible. Even though she didn't even know what the file path was, she still enabled the resource manager without making any mistakes and learned to find the specified file layer by layer.

But she still clicked one level wrong, so by some mistake, she somehow entered a new folder within a new folder within a new folder, and found a file with strange text on it.

"What document?" Qin Ren became nervous again, "You didn't click on it, did you?"

"No, because the characters are very strange, so I searched on Baidu."

When in doubt, go to Baidu first, except for health problems.

"That's it. It looks like it's an Oriental Chinese character."

Yu Ling'er raised the tablet with the word "桜" written on it:

"Qin Ren, what is the Sakuradu subtitle group?"

"That's a good question, don't ask again."

When he asked, Qin Ren was already sitting in front of the computer and started to hide and encrypt the folder. In addition to "パンストwidow [桜都subtitle group]", he also picked up some other similar files, filled with words that Yu Ling'er couldn't understand.

Oriental Chinese characters.

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Later, Qin Ren set up a separate folder for the automatic screenshots of the game. However, the wonderful moment of Master Fish was purely a coincidence, and he could not use it for several days after that.

Regarding this matter, Qin Ren also laughed at Master Yu wantonly.

After all, Yu Ling'er was also the leader of the sect, and he was also proud and competitive. The little stupid boy couldn't make excuses, so he raised his hand to beat him out of embarrassment and anger.

She was timid at first, but then she got used to it. Qin Ren would also give her a step, and the master would treat her as a massage by gently tapping her twice. He would also apologize to her and coax her out of dignity.

But this seemingly harmonious and warm atmosphere is not what it is in the eyes of some people.

For example, classmate Yu Yourong was depressed for several days just looking at the backs of the two people, and often fell into a daze while sitting on the sofa watching TV.

Luo Yao, who was watching TV with her, was the easiest to notice this, so he just glanced at her a few more times:

"Xiaoyu, is your good friend here too?"

"Good friend?" Yu Yourong was startled.

"You seem to be depressed, which is what girls do when their best friends come over."

Luo Yao can do it too. She has been pinching her time so that she can confidently make various requests to Qin Ren when she gets her period next time.

"I probably wouldn't come to that."

Yu Yourong had told Pi Xiu about this before. She turned around and looked at the master in front of the computer in confusion, then pursed her lips and leaned into Luo Yao's ear:

"Yao Yao, she is actually Master..."

Some troubles in life always require someone to talk to. At present, it seems that Luo Yao is the only one in the family who can talk to her. Yu Yourong told her the little troubles in his heart, and then expressed his confusion:

"...Every time I see Master beating him like that, and he still smiles, I feel very uncomfortable here..."

uncomfortable?

Luo Yao looked at Yu Yourong's fingers on Gao Gao's chest with an expressionless face, and she also became depressed:

"What's wrong? Does your breast hurt?"

"?"

Is this what Loli should say?

Yu Yourong frowned slightly and pinched her soft lips:

"I'm serious, Yaoyao, tell me... why is this?"

"It's simple. They call it flirting, but you call it jealousy."

Luo Yao pointed out the truth without reservation. She herself is now very calm about this kind of thing, because the current rank of Lord Shangxian is completely different from the two wild women, Xiaoyu and the sect leader, and they are mutually exclusive with Qin Ren.

They are already in a close relationship, and Master Shangxian no longer looks down upon children's behavior such as flirting and flirting, let alone being as jealous as Yu Yourong.
To be continued...