Huo Rou was even more speechless.
You scumbag, you can only brute-force your way into a computer, and you have the nerve to call yourself part of the Battle Flag Alliance.
Having just experienced a crushing computer battle, Huo Rou's pent-up temper surfaced.
Living a life of debauchery every day has made you too comfortable. If you don't practice your skills, you'll truly shame everyone.
Please! He was a veteran of the Battle Flag Alliance and had even ranked in the top three. Ranking in the top three of the Battle Flag Alliance was harder than making it into the world's top twenty. What scumbag? Read books.
Wait, Ren Zhen finally realized something was wrong. This person didn't react as he expected when he heard about the Battle Flag Alliance.
These insults felt strangely familiar.
The only people who could criticize him like this on computer skills were either clueless outsiders or the guys in their group chat.
Who are you?
Ren Zhen wasn't sure. Everyone had matured now and generally didn't argue like this.
Huo Rou mischievously left a message on his computer: Come in and see for yourself.
Ren Zhen was so amused he almost laughed out loud. He pushed up his glasses with his slender fingers. Who was she trying to bully?
He continued to type to Huo Rou, but she had already logged out and started her real work.
She opened the files Xiao Yuda had sent, propped her chin, and looked for a while. After stretching her fingers, she began to dance on the keyboard again.
The clattering sound struck Old Zhang's heart again.
What was Miss Huo doing? She heard the game login sound just now, was she playing games? She was too fast. Should he give the young master a heads-up and tell him to avoid games when trying to win her favor?
Huo Rou didn't type for too long this time, stopping after a while. She picked up her phone and made a call.
"How is it?" Xiao Yuda's voice was filled with excitement and impatience.
Huo Rou put the call on speaker, and Old Zhang could also hear Xiao Yuda's voice.
He sounded like a man in his thirties or forties. Old Zhang frowned and leaned closer to Huo Rou.
"I've fixed what you asked for, and I've added some suggestions with annotations for minor issues. You can find someone to review and revise it yourself." Huo Rou saved the record online and shut down the computer.
Hearing the computer shut down, Xiao Yuda couldn't help but feel disappointed. "Oh, good sister, just finish it for me. I can't find anyone with your skills, and it will take a long time. The new product is waiting to be launched."
"Didn't they get paid by you?" Huo Rou wasn't buying it. "You get paid for your work, remember?"
Xiao Yuda gave a wry smile. "Alas, you've become bad, girl. How much is your salary?"
"I'm moving, I'm busy," Huo Rou remained unmoved.
"Moving? Finally willing to leave your little hovel?" Xiao Yuda laughed heartily. "Come to Taichuan City, and I'll pay you more."
"Not coming," Huo Rou packed her computer and password box, picked up her phone, and walked out. "I'll hang up now."
"But you have to tell me where you're moving," Xiao Yuda knew her well and didn't take it too seriously, continuing to ask.
"Yuchang City."
"I've opened a branch there. Let me know if you need any help. You go ahead. Goodbye." Xiao Yuda heard Huo Rou close the door and didn't chat further.
"Shenfeng!" Huo Rou called out from the yard.
Shenfeng leaped out. "Woof!"
"We're leaving. What do you want to take? Hurry up and check." Huo Rou pointed to the car parked in the yard. Shenfeng sniffed it and then ran back to his doghouse.
A moment later, Shenfeng trotted back with a pendant in its mouth and placed it at Huo Rou's feet.
It was a small wooden carving, depicting a majestic Shenfeng. Huo Rou's eyes softened as she squatted down and picked up the pendant.
Old Zhang also saw the carved Shenfeng on the pendant and sighed, "Miss Huo, is this carved? It's so lifelike."
"Just a little something I carved for fun. You flatter me," Huo Rou said with a smile.
"You carved it? That's amazing!" Although Old Zhang didn't understand the carving techniques, the Shenfeng on the wooden pendant was more vivid than a photograph.
Huo Rou put the pendant in her bag. Seeing her actions, Shenfeng whimpered and rubbed against her feet.
"Good boy, the clasp on it is loose. I'll put a new one on when I get back," Huo Rou patted its head to comfort it.
Shenfeng then obediently stopped whining.
After everything was packed, Liu Dazhi and a few older sisters who usually took good care of them also arrived with baskets.
"You're here. The vegetables are behind the yard. Come with me," Huo Rou called out.
She wouldn't be returning often in the future, so she had already arranged for these families to share the vegetables grown in the yard to avoid waste.
Everyone knew that Huo Rou had taken An'an to the city, so they were happy to help.
After the villagers divided the vegetables, Huo Rou saw them out. Xiaofang and Zichen came with toys.
"Auntie, please take these toys to An'an for us. Tell him we miss him very much," Xiaofang said, reluctantly handing Huo Rou a grasshopper woven from straw.
"Mine too." Zichen handed Huo Rou a plastic bag he was carrying. "Aunt Huo, this is my Ultraman and my marbles. If An'an makes new friends over there, he can play with them."
As he spoke, Zichen took out a marble the size of a ping-pong ball from his pocket, his eyes full of reluctance. "This is my biggest marble, my 'Marble King'."
"Aunt Huo, please take this to An'an too," Zichen said, holding out the marble to Huo Rou with his small hand.
Huo Rou gently pushed his hand back. "I'll give An'an this bag of things, but you keep the Marble King. An'an can play with you again when he comes back next time."
"An'an is coming back? When?" Zichen looked up in surprise and asked.
"When he has his school break, I'll bring him back to play with you when I have time," Huo Rou promised. Xiaofang and Zichen jumped with joy upon hearing this news.
"These are pens that An'an asked me to give you, one for each of you. He's going to school now, and he hopes you'll all study hard too." Huo Rou took out two exquisite fountain pens from her bag.
"Isn't that your friend? Everyone else is giving gifts, what about you?" Li Qiang, concerned about Huo Rou's appearance, had been watching from a corner. He happened to recognize the expensive fountain pens.
He immediately grabbed Li Xiaohua by his collar and walked out from the corner.
"I'm not his friend!" Li Xiaohua shouted, his face flushed. "He's a little bastard, I wouldn't deign to be friends with him."
As soon as the word "bastard" was uttered, Huo Rou narrowed her eyes and looked at Li Qiang. If a child speaks like this, it's the parents' fault.
The neighbors who came to collect vegetables also began to criticize Li Xiaohua's poor upbringing.
"I told you not to talk nonsense!" Li Qiang, facing everyone's criticism, became enraged and drew his belt, whipping Li Xiaohua.
His mental state seemed quite unstable.