Zerg: I was forced by my partner to become the God of War

Chapter 75-76

Chapter 75

If you think about it carefully, it was actually Chan Yuan who took the initiative to add friends in the first place.

Seven years ago, one of them was thirteen and the other sixteen. They are all quietly talking nonsense on the Internet at the most ignorant and fearless age, and they want to have fun. Chanyuan didn't know what the male insect was doing at that time. His impression of the sixteen-year-old was that after returning home from school, he secretly browsed hardcore websites and pornographic websites, and quietly downloaded beautiful photos taken by his group friends in private communities. After you have satisfied your personal psychology, you can report illegal photos with one click and destroy the downloaded photos, browsing history, and chat history in your device.

At the age of sixteen, he received the award of "Honorary Safety Supervisor of Online Social Networking", an honor that is still written on Chan Yuan's resume to this day.

Amidst such outrageous reporting behaviors, Gong Jianliang was lucky enough to stay on Chanyuan's list for seven years. The two parties went from simple movie sharing to increasingly exaggerated private conversations to giving each other gifts. Finally lying on a bed.

Zen Yuan never thought about it.

At the age of sixteen, he could not have imagined what would happen seven years later, just as at the age of twenty-three, he had no idea why Gong Jianliang had deleted all his chat records at what time.

Cheng Huake studied it over and over again and finally could only disassemble the communication equipment and manually restore the records from the physical level, "Hey. I have to say, you two have a really good relationship. He even told you the communication password... Zen Yuan, You still have to take care of him."

Zen Yuan said nothing.

He would not tell Cheng Huake or anyone. He did not get the male insect's permission, and the male insect did not tell him the password. As a guy who has read 600 pages of male insect life guides and precautions. Chanyuan tried three times between Gong Jianliang's own birthday and his father's birthday, and finally combined a password with completely correct capitalization, sequence, and numbers, allowing him to enter Gong Jianliang's social network unimpeded.

There are no secrets.

Because there was no one to chat with Gong Jianliang. Zen Yuan clicked in and saw that his account was still pinned to the top, but the conversations in it had been completely cleared. Scroll down, and the most recent conversation is the greetings from my father and brother to Gong Jianliang before departure, followed by three different repeat class announcements half a year ago, one and a half years ago, and two years ago. Scroll down, and there are more Repeating class groups with different serial numbers are marked.

The content is boring and is nothing more than congratulations to the students for entering college and heading towards a new life.

Gong Jianliang has reread it many times.

If he doesn't pursue a major in forensic medicine, or doesn't aspire to be admitted to the police academy, he can accept attending an ordinary junior college.

At the age of twenty, he should have graduated long ago and smoothly entered the next stage of his life. But to a certain extent, he is the same stubborn person as Zen Yuan. If he fails once, he will take the exam twice. When the first classmate in the repeat class graduates and gets a diploma, he can start a family or find a job. Gong Jianliang was admitted to university.

In those six hundred pages of information, I wish I could clearly mark the key points of this matter. Gong Jianliang was taboo about grades. From the beginning, he couldn't study, and then he felt disgusted when studying. He still sat on the table and forced himself to read. In the end, the male father Wen Geer felt heartbroken and donated five teaching buildings so that the youngest son of the family could study animal medicine (maintenance) at the university closest to home.