Extraordinary Girl
Compressed memory
It's five o'clock now.
Farrel still cooks dinner in the kitchen. Serra sat at the dinner table and waited. He propped up his chin with one hand and looked at Farrel's busy back.
The kitchen door was transparent, and Serra could clearly see a slender figure in the kitchen.
Farrel was wearing a white home uniform with an apron on his waist.
His eyebrows drooped, carefully observing the plate in his hand.
Perhaps Tezhou helped them not to think that a cold person like Farrel would have such a breath of life in Fuyu, without the slightest hint of coldness.
After Farrel prepared the dish, he started frying.
Serra's gaze fell to the side of Farrel's face. He had to say that Farrel was very handsome, with deep eyes and a high nose.
The features of the face seem to be favored by God, and are perfectly carved.
Serra was stunned for a while. He rarely paid attention to Farrel's appearance. He always considered Farrell to be his brother and friend.
A thought flashed through his mind.
He wanted to be with Farrel for the rest of his life, not in a relationship of friends and relatives.
Serra was stunned, she retracted her eyes in panic.
His face is a little hot.
If Farrel knew his thoughts, how would he deal with them? After all, Farrel only thought of her as his sister.
Leo's grandfather wanted a granddaughter, and Farrel wanted a little sister.
They were all good to him for this reason, and he should not have thought of anything else.
Serra suppressed her thoughts, she spat at herself a little.
After all, Farrel was kind to her, there was no love between a man and a woman, she actually had such thoughts.
Serra pulled out her phone, not daring to see Farrel again.
Farrell is busy in the kitchen.
After half an hour, Farrel had prepared all the food and brought it out.
Seeing Serra sitting on the chair in a very well-behaved manner, the corner of her lips smiled and placed two meat and one dish on the table.
“Ra, this is what you like to eat. I'm changing. I don't know what it's like. You can feel it.”
"Okay, thank you, Brother Farrel." Serra's gaze was somewhat evasive.
He lowered his head, fearing that Farrel would notice his emotions.
Of course, no matter how Serra hid it, Farrel, who knew enough about Serra, realized it after a while.
He frowned, "Ra, what's up?"
Serra doesn't know how to hide her emotions in front of Farrel, and this is the first time she wants to be with Farrel, and she doesn't know how to deal with it.
Hearing Farrel's words, his face became even hotter.
His gaze was spared, not daring to look at Farrel, "Sister Farrel, I'm fine."
Serra took a spoon and spoonful of soup to drink on her own.
Farrel's eyebrows are tightly joined together. The little girl looks very abnormal today.
Serra had never intentionally avoided it before. He considered himself to be his relative, so he was already used to approaching him.
When Farrel's gaze caught Serra's secretly red ears, he was startled, and an idea slowly surfaced in his mind.
Is the little girl embarrassed?
The corner of Farrel's lips could not help but provoke.
He took the lobster and peeled it off.
Farrel did not choose Serra's mind. He knew very well that for Serra, he just needed to find out, find an opportunity, and then confess to Serra.
Serra spent the whole dinner, she didn't dare to see Farrel again.
Suddenly, the shelled lobster fell into Serra's bowl.
Farrel's heavy voice, "Ra, you like, eat more."
Serra looked at Farrel and saw a smile in her eyes. Serra pulled her gaze in panic again. He lowered his head slightly, "Thank you, Brother Farrel."
Farrel looked at Serra's earlobe with a smile, and no doubt it was redder.
He did not stop until he peeled off four shrimp.
During this dinner, Serra did not dare to look at Farrel, and Farrel's eyes were fixed on Serra from time to time. Every time he saw Serra's red ears, the corners of his lips lifted uncontrollably.
After dinner, Serra did not dare to face Farrel again in such a short time. Instead of sitting with Farrel in the living room as usual, he returned to the room.
He turned on the computer and continued to deal with memory problems.
Of course, he couldn't concentrate.
Farrel's figure appeared in his mind from time to time.
The code on the computer screen is written and deleted, written and deleted.
An hour passed without any progress.
There are several things that affect Serra's mind, and Farrel is one of them.
Serra's heart is very complicated.
This feeling, he consciously wanted to escape.
Serra doesn't like the idea of getting out of control, especially things related to Farrel.
Farrel only thought of her as a younger sister, and she knew this very well.
If Farrel knew his thoughts, would he stay away from him?
Serra's mind was a mess.
He should only regard Farrel as his friend and as his brother.
An hour later, Serra was still sitting in an office chair.
On the computer screen, there is still the same code as before dinner.
Serra's tensed brows gradually stretched out, and she had adjusted them now.
It's just a memory-use problem, which is hard to solve.
He knows almost nothing now.
Serra frowned and erased the code she had just written.
Farrell knocked on the door and entered.
She put the milk next to the computer.
When Serra saw Farrel, a red hue appeared on her cheek.
Farrel knew that Serra was ashamed, but did not tease him anymore.
His eyes were on the computer.
“Ra, what are you doing?”
Serra did not dare to look at Farrel, she quickly replied: "Game development is having some problems, I'm dealing with them."
Farrel vaguely saw something in the code registered by Serra. He asked: "This is a compressed memory?"
Farrel had handled this type of matter himself, so he could recognize it.
"Yes." Yeah." Speaking of work, Serra focused her efforts on the job, and deliberately ignored Farrel who was standing behind her.
“Memory game takes too much. I want to reduce 10G memory to below 4G.”
From 10G to 4G memory, this is practically fantasy.
But for Serra, what he wants to achieve is to do his best.
Compressing memory with Serra's ability is not difficult, it just takes time.
In a short period of time, he had no way of resolving this matter completely.
"Let me see."
Farrel's tall figure bowed, his arms encircling Serra.
Serra's hand was still on top of the mouse, and Farrel extended his hand as if he hadn't seen it.
Farrel's warm palm touched Serra's back.
Serra felt confused and quickly pulled her hand.
There was still warmth left on the back of his hand.