C2 (1/2)
Three years ago, under the repeated instigation of her classmate Tang Hongguo — Hong Jia, after learning how to chat, surfing the Internet, checking information, and checking results, it was actually her first time having a chat with a stranger using his QQ number, and she was also in her first year of high school at that.
Using Hong Jia's words, ”Wen Bufan, you OUT up. It's simply Ultraman. It's already the 21st century, and there's even a beauty who can't even chat after entering high school?” Hong Jia stared at Wen Bufan, shaking her head that was making huge waves all over, as if Wen Bufan was from Mars.
Wen Bufan laughed indifferently: ”It seems like you've learnt how to chat. Can you earn my tuition? ”
His words caused Hong Jia to be at a loss for words. That's right, she had played computer games for nearly ten years, but she had never earned a single cent online! Instead, he played games, read books, played pets … Spending a lot of New Year's money.
”Is that the question? It was a little too serious, too depressing! Wen Bufan, you are so young, can you not get involved in this matter? We are students who should focus on our studies. ” Red Sugar said righteously.
”Hong Jia, young people abroad need to earn money to support themselves at the age of eighteen. We will soon reach the age of independence, can't I do it three years earlier?” Wen Bufan said with a smile.
”Fine, whoever dares to disobey us will become a great scholar!” Red Sugar pointed at the computer and quickly changed the subject. ”Look at how tacky you are to have this name: Ewen. And look at mine: Chris, how about that? Chris, my English name, Chinese and Western combination, beautiful beyond compare! ”Of course, in the future when you think of a good name, you can change it …”
Wen Bufan's face flushed red again because of Hong Jia, and laughed: Thank you, Hong Jia! He became my first online friend and best friend! ”I'll add you in, but you're my South Pole (NO1) now!”
Ever since Wen Bufan had gotten a few friends online, the girl's tenderness and curiosity had been ignited by the male netizens who knew how to chat.
Wen Bufan, the internet is a virtual reality, don't be too serious towards your netizens!
When Wen Bufan heard this, she would always laugh and say, ”To interact with these people, I feel that my knowledge in literature is increasing extremely quickly!”
Hong Jia said with a smile as if she was an expert, ”Fan, please don't make a sad net love for yourself, I'm afraid you'll blame me for the rest of my life!”
Wen Bufan said without lifting her head, ”How is that possible?” She was lost in the internet chat.
Hong Jia sighed, ”Hai, a house girl! Okay, let's go to the basketball court and watch the handsome guy alone! It would be weird if you could stay in the computer room all day and not die from boredom! ”
A sixteen year old Wen Bufan, and a guy called Canghai Mingyue, were chatting quite well with each other. Wen Bufan was a rookie, so her curiosity was quite strong.
He was a university student from this city who studied computers and loved literature. From time to time, he would give Wen Bufan a passage with exceptional literary skills, making Wen Bufan feel that this person was simply a descendant from the Literary God. She was full of admiration and eagerly wanted to meet this expert.
The expert refused her requests again and again. Wen Bufan was unwilling, so the expert ignored her. Wen Bufan could not resist her curiosity and secretly checked her ID, which was pestered by Wen Bufan again and again.
At last the other party could not bear her insistence, and promised her that they could only meet if she was in danger. This time, he finally gave her his phone number, and said that he hoped she would not be too disappointed when they met. The more it was like this, the more curious Wen Bufan became.
Wen Bufan said, how could that be? As long as the 18-year-old boy is healthy, up, and you do not have to become a couple friends, why should I be disappointed!