Red Envelope System! 2
Earthquake predictor, meet friends!
After Lin Fan left the library, he returned to the dormitory.
At this moment, the dormitory was empty and very quiet.
[Do you accept the earthquake prediction tool and the principle of its manufacture? 】
"Yes!" Said Lin Fan silently.
"Wow!"
The next second, a black rectangular machine with a size of about 1 cubic meter appeared in front of him.
This is an earthquake predictor!
A large pile of data was placed on the earthquake predictor.
At the top of the data, there are nine big characters—principles of making earthquake predictors.
Lin Fan first glanced at the black machine and muttered, "This is an earthquake predictor, right? It looks like a box."
Then, he picked up the information and flipped through it quickly.
"Wow!"
In about 3 minutes, all the content about the principle of making earthquake predictors was kept in my mind.
"Can you predict an earthquake in the next 5 days? Not bad, is it?"
Earthquake forecast in the next 5 days?
Still not good?
If heard by earthquake experts, I fear they will shout directly.
Did you know, science and technology today, let alone forecast for 5 days, even 5 minutes is impossible!
Lin Fan yawned, then lay directly on the bed and fell asleep drowsy.
She did not sleep last night, even after she had the violent aesthetic skills, her body had been strengthened, and she was a little sleepy.
...
physics laboratory.
"Of!"
The boring voices one after another.
After a long time, it slowly stopped.
Looking at the data on the computer screen, Wang Guohai could not help but smile.
Zhong Wenting next to him said excitedly: "Let's sort out this data, and we should be able to publish some SCI articles!"
“Ya.” Wang Guohai nodded.
“Then what are you waiting for? Start working! ”Song Wenting.
...
Lin Fan slept very comfortably this time.
When a streak of hot sunlight fell on his face, he slowly opened his eyes.
Lin Fan lay on the bed for a while.
"Din!"
At this moment, the phone in his pocket trembled slightly.
12:00!
Red envelopes appear!
"Ding! Congratulations, you got 10 yuan."
"Ding! Congratulations, you got 1999 yuan."
…
"Ding! Congratulations, you got 50,000 yuan."
"Ding! Congratulations, you got 1 yuan."
Today, Lin Fan received a total of 72,121 yuan.
Lin Fan did not care about this amount of money, so he returned the phone to his pocket.
Then, walk slowly outside.
Not long after Lin Fan walked over, Zheng Jinbao, Ma Zhong and Song Yi entered.
“What is this?” Ma Zhong pointed to the earthquake prediction tool.
“Price steps if higher, it will only be table.” Said Song Yi.
Zheng Jinbao also glanced with curiosity, but he immediately turned his attention to his computer.
…
Before 12, there was already a long queue in the school cafeteria.
After 12, it was crowded.
Lin Fan did not want to squeeze, so he drove a Lamborghini straight to restaurant A which was not far away.
Crystal shrimp dumplings, plain green vegetables, pigeon soup, small fried yellow beef
Before 12, there was already a long queue in the school cafeteria.
After 12, it was crowded.
Lin Fan did not want to squeeze, so he drove a Lamborghini straight to restaurant A which was not far away.
Crystal shrimp dumplings, plain green vegetables, pigeon soup, small fried yellow beef. . .
A simple and affordable lunch of 600 yuan made Lin Fan very satisfied.
After eating, Lin Fan walked out of Restaurant A, preparing to return to school.
At this moment, a somewhat familiar figure appeared not far away.
"Zhang Song!" Lin Fan shouted.
Zhang Song, Lin Fan's good friend in high school.
The reason why Lin Fan attended the last high school reunion was because Zhang Song was one of the people he wanted to meet.
Although, the man who was not far away and Zhang Song in high school was taller, darker, and thinner ...
However, Lin Fan still confirmed that it was his former good friend, Zhang Song.
The man not far from there, apparently hearing someone calling himself, inevitably turned around.
In a somewhat uncertain tone, he said: "Are you ... Lin Fan?"
Seeing that he recognized himself, Lin Fan said happily: "Haha! It's me, I didn't expect us to meet here."
Zhang Song also looked very happy to meet his High School friends, and said, "I didn't expect it either!"
Lin Fan said again: "When did you arrive at Jiangbei?"
"I have been in Jiangbei," Zhang Song said.
"What's? Your son didn't say it before, I've also been to Jiangbei! By the way, our class had a party in Jiangbei not too long ago!" Said Lin Fan.
Zhang Song said: "Yes ... Was it?"
In fact, he knew about the party.
However, he had been extremely unsatisfactory for many years, so he did not go to participate.
Lin Fan said, "The last time I had a party, I just wanted to meet some of your good friends. As a result, none of you left. I know I won't go either."
"Jingle Bell!"
At this moment, Zhang Song's phone rang a rapid ringtone.
“Hui Ling, what is it?”Zhang Song said by phone.
Huiling, Zhang Huiling's full name is Zhang Song's younger sister.
"Mother fell to the ground, her head bleeding..." I heard a confused voice on the phone.
“What? I'll be back now!” Zhang Song said anxiously.
Lin Fan, who was standing next to him, listened clearly to all the content on the phone, and said hurriedly, "My car is on the side. I'll take you back."
"Thank you." Zhang Song said.
Then, Lin Fan directly opened the Lamborghini door and quickly sat down.
Zhang Song surprised for a moment~www.mtlnovel.com~ He did not expect Lin Fan to drive a super sports car.
Lin Fan said, "Come now."
Zhang Song reacted and sat down hurriedly.
If he had not received the phone call earlier, Zhang Song would have been curious to ask about the supercar.
However, at this moment, other than a little surprise, he was more worried.
After Lin Fan asked about Zhang Song's specific location, he stepped on the gas pedal.
"explosion!"
Suddenly, the entire Lamborghini car ran out, like a smart lightning, galloping fast in the middle of the road.
Before long, Lin Fan came to the only factory in Jiangbei City.
Only the factory was an old factory with a decades-old history, so it looked rather old overall.
And Zhang Song's house was the only factory worker complex.
"explosion!"
Zhang Song rushed over to the house and asked anxiously: "Mom, how is it?"
With gauze wrapped around her head, the woman with a little blood flowing out of the gauze, said in a hoarse voice: "It's okay, it's just a little scraped skin."
Then, in a denouncing tone, "Hui Ling, you too. What makes you so excited."
Zhang Huiling next to him, his eyes were slightly red, clearly, he was really scared right now.
At this moment, the woman finally saw Lin Fan who was following Zhang Song and said, "This is ..."
Lin Fan said, "I'm high school classmate Zhang Song, good friend!"
"It turns out it was Komatsu's friend. Please sit. The house is a bit messy. Don't don't dislike it. I'll pour you some tea." After the woman finished talking, she limped and walked towards the coffee table .
Zhang Huiling said: "Mom, I will pour water."
Obviously, this one is very friendly.