Chapter 105

What makes Orwell even more incomprehensible is that during their marriage, this Second Highness shamelessly continued to entangle and ambiguous with other people, which is really scum among scum.

Orwell glanced angrily at Chu Yan who was sitting in front of the experimental table, turned around and went to the tea room. After a while, he brought back a cup of steaming coffee, and took a stack of freshly baked biscuits. Chu Yan walked over.

Others in the laboratory looked at Orwell's actions at a loss. Is this to please the Second Highness?

Orwell walked over and put the coffee and biscuits in his hand in front of Chu Yan, the sea blue eyes were full of ridicule, and his tone was light: "Your Highness, this is not the place for you to stay, we are all busy. I don't have time to entertain you, so I think you should go back as soon as you finish your coffee."

The other people who were doing the data suddenly realized that Orwell was still the arrogant and domineering Orwell, even the second highness of the empire dared to fight!

Chu Yan raised his eyes and looked at the blond young man in front of him. The other party looked very young, with deep facial features, and his golden hair made him look rebellious and rebellious.

It seems that he didn't see the other party's sarcastic expression at all, Chu Yan took a sip of the coffee on the table, and saw that the man was still standing in front of him, so he said, "Thank you."

Orwell didn't expect the other party to be so thick-skinned, and sneered: "Then go back when His Highness is full, don't get in the way of our work here."

Chu Yan raised his eyebrows after hearing this, looked at Orwell for a while, and said, "Then tell me how I got in your way?"

"If you can't say it, you are making trouble unreasonably. You must know that even your father dare not speak to me like that."

After listening to Orwell, he was even more disdainful. As expected, His Royal Highness would only use his identity to oppress people. He leaned against the experimental table with his arms folded, and smiled slightly: "Can't the Second Highness see that since you came in, there has not been one at all? Are people welcoming you?"

Chu Yan looked at the person who looked down at the light-brained person over there, but saw that the person over there quickly lowered his head again.

Chu Yan said indifferently, "I didn't see it."

Orwell said coldly: "This is the Imperial Research Institute. Everyone is selected through layers of selection to enter. Your Highness might as well ask each of them which one of them came as easily as His Highness. Who doesn't work overtime and run data for himself day and night, and someone like His Royal Highness who always has only food, drink and fun in his mind, I am afraid that he will never know what this is for?"

What he said was extremely provocative. After all, he did say what most people wanted to say. If it wasn't for his own ideals and love, no one would be able to endure such a boring work with a pile of data all day long.

So when Orwell finished these words, the laboratory that had gradually quieted down became noisy again.

Chu Yan seemed to find it funny, and coughed in a low voice: "So this is your reason? Then don't you know there is a word called 'talent', you can't do anything if you don't admit it, there is someone like me in this world people."

Orwell was once again shocked by his shamelessness and thick-skinnedness. He choked for a moment and continued to mock: "What talent? It's just a casual remark from the dean seven or eight years ago, and His Highness is still taking it seriously. Isn't it true? Do you know what it means to be new every day?"

Orville turned his attention to the huge light-brain projection in front of them, and asked, "But since our Highness claims to have a 'talent' in mecha design, let me ask your Highness, how much of this data can you understand? ?

These data and codes are a set of algorithms that their scientific research institute has not yet opened to the public. The operation and capacity are very large. The important reason why they have not been opened is because there are still some errors in some details and they are not perfect. Find out where the problem is, but can't find the correct answer to fix it. During this time, they even wondered if they were even going in the wrong direction, but the fact is obviously not, because after many comparisons , this algorithm is clearly the closest.

After hearing Orwell's words, others turned their attention to this side. Some people even thought that Orwell was a bit too much. As soon as they came, they gave people this kind of arrogance. This is the highness of their empire.

Chu Yan stretched out his hand and pushed the swivel chair back half a meter. He stood up and looked at Orwell: "You can't do it yourself, are you asking me for help?"

Orwell did not show weakness at all, rolled his eyes and snorted: "Arrogant and arrogant."

Chu Yan smiled slightly, walked to Orwell's side, raised her light brown pupils, turned to look at him, and said in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "But you make me think that you are It was deliberately drawing my attention."

His voice was low, and when he walked past him, there was a trace of indifferent male fragrance passing by the tip of his nose. Orwell was stunned for a while, but after he quickly reacted, there was only a lot of disgust left. I thought that this His Royal Highness was really no different from the rumors, and he was extremely frivolous.

Then Orwell saw the man unceremoniously pull up his chair and sit in front of his seat.

His slender fingers stayed on the light brain for a while, and after he finished browsing, he circled a few numbers with red lines in a series of numbers and codes, edited, deleted, and modified, and kept typing a number in the back. A heap of new seemingly pointless code.

As time passed, the long code gradually came to an end, and finally ended with a black flashing "End" under the projection of the optical brain.

The other people around were still whispering, because they gradually realized that His Royal Highness was really powerful, and it was no wonder that the dean would pay such attention to it. At least they did find out what they had suspected before, and it was still in such a short period of time.

The other people didn't have a very bad impression of His Highness, and now the only dissatisfaction has dissipated at this moment, so they all gave Orwell a wink to let him stop.

After Orwell watched all this, even if he didn't want to, he had to admit that the other party was indeed a bit powerful, but his face still couldn't hold his face, and he couldn't help but whispered in disbelief: "What's the matter with this, it can only show that I really understand a little bit. , but that counts as 'talent' too? Everyone here does."

The others who were swept by his eyes lowered their heads one after another, saying that they really wouldn't.

After Chu Yan heard this sentence, she turned her head and glanced at him. That glance was a bit complicated, and there was a vague sympathy in it.

Orwell was looked at lightly by his light brown eyes, and the emotion in them was obviously a little subtle, but Orwell couldn't guess what it meant.

Orwell frowned: "What do you mean by that look?"

Chu Yan said nothing, pressed the start control button on the console in front of the optical brain, and then the projection screen in front of the experimental table finally changed, and the algorithm that had always been prompted to have an error actually successfully ran in a loop at this moment. !

"Fuck, is it true?! Look!" Those who were still in the corner doing data with their heads lowered, but now they finally raised their heads. After seeing it for a moment, even their pupils widened, and they couldn't help it. : "Fuck me!"

The people in the entire laboratory are boiling, but they stayed up for half a month for this problem, and it was solved so easily?

It's so magical! Mad!

Orwell was also shocked. He didn't know whether to be happy or what to do. He should have been happy when he saw such a result, but at the moment he only felt a burning sensation on his face.

Chu Yan pushed aside the chair and stood up, returned to his seat, took a sip of the coffee next to him, and said to Orwell, who was almost petrified into a statue, "It's a little cold, it tastes good, can you please have another cup? ?"

Hearing this voice, Orwell clenched his fists tightly, but when he raised his eyes, he met Chu Yan's playful and mocking eyes. The light brown eyes unconsciously showed a faint expression, which made Orwell look up. The words I wanted to say were instantly choked in my throat.

"His Royal Highness, let me come."

"Let me come!"

"Please let me come, I have also learned to draw flowers before! Your Highness!"

The other people in the lab are so grateful for this purple MSI, because today they finally don't have to stay up late and work overtime here, they can go out and have fun, they also need nightlife and hair!

Orwell frowned at the group of people, endured it, and finally turned around and left the laboratory.

Throughout the morning, the people in the laboratory finally fully understood why their dean attached so much importance to His Royal Highness of the Empire. There were many data that they could not see the problem after struggling for several hours. Quickly find out where the problem is, probably really has a perverted sensitivity to numbers.

And Orwell, who was sitting in the corner, didn't look better all morning. He was the pride of his family since he was a child, and he almost never encountered setbacks. Even when he entered a place like a scientific research institute, he never felt better than today. It also made him feel helpless.

Of course, the most important reason is that what he doesn't want to admit is his ignorance and stupidity today, which makes him feel very bad.

It was just time for dinner, so someone suggested: "Today's work efficiency is too high. I love this kind of life. In order to express my gratitude to Your Highness, why don't we go to dinner together, Your Highness."

Chu Yan stood up, and Orwell's eyes followed him unconsciously, and found that from his sitting position, the other's legs were extraordinarily straight and extraordinarily long, his body was slender and tall, with broad shoulders and thin waist. Not to mention the rare brown hair and brown eyes.

Most of the Empire has blond hair and sea blue eyes. There are indeed many people who specially dye their hair the same brown as Iger, but these brown pupils seem to belong to His Royal Highness.

Chu Yan's eyes seemed to fall on Orwell: "Okay, but obviously some people don't seem to think so."

Orwell's expression turned cold: "You go, I won't go." After speaking, he pushed away the chair in front of him and stood up. He just walked to the door, but was blocked by Chu Yan.

"Get out of the way." Orwell was very impatient, and the anger in his eyes almost turned into substance.

Chu Yan smiled slightly, looked at Orwell fixedly, and said, "Nice to meet you. I just heard them say, your name is Orwell, right?"

Orwell just froze in place, really didn't understand what he meant.

The people around didn't think that the good first was actually the second highness who was arrogant and domineering in their rumors. For a moment, they felt that the temper of this highness was too good, and he was not angry even like this?

But after thinking about it, it seems that something is wrong. After all, have not seen this Highness take the initiative to speak to anyone all morning.

Probably the face, after all, Orwell is indeed the prettiest of their group.

[Lord Host, didn't you say you want to sacrifice your ego for human civilization, why do I feel like you are going to make trouble again? ! That Orwell is just a cannon fodder, don't sway people casually. You forget that we are here to cleanse it! 】

[Look at his eyes, how charming a pair of sea blue eyes are, and when he laughs, when he is angry, he looks like our little Aussie! 】

2333 who probably understood something: [Don't add drama to yourself! Please restrain yourself! 】

In the research institute, there are a group of single young people who are extremely clean physically and mentally. If they say that they eat, they are really just eating, and the games are just some civilized games such as billiards and cards that are beneficial to physical and mental health.

This castle is one of the top ten famous castles in the empire. When Orwell was eighteen years old, his father gave him this castle. Today, someone suggested to come here to play, and Orwell agreed. , otherwise the castle would not be open to the outside world at all.

Orville has been very impatient and even a little absent-minded since he started playing card games. What his tutor taught him since he was a child is to learn to admit his mistakes, and he has to admit that he has indeed gone too far today.

Not to mention that the other party is the noble highness of the empire, even an ordinary person, he should apologize for his rudeness.

"Forget it, come and play, I won't play anymore." Orwell didn't want to play at all, so he simply stood up and walked to the window.

This place is in the middle of a lake. When night falls, the surroundings become quiet. Occasionally, two insects can be heard in the grass. Under the dim light of the copper street lamps, countless flying insects are attracted. , and in the fence of the garden there was a large bush of well-manicured roses, which turned a deep dark red in the night.

Orwell also saw Chu Yan standing under the street lamp of the rose garden at a glance, but saw that he was bending over and thinking, clearly considering whether to pick flowers or not.

It was so rude, and Orwell was so angry that he felt that His Royal Highness really had a very bad character! He shouldn't have had any guilt thoughts just now.

Orwell went downstairs angrily, and shouted from a distance across the grass, "Stop!"

Hearing the words, Chu Yan straightened up and turned his head, squinting to look at the young man who was running in anger from a distance, and smiled: "Orwell."

Orwell never knew that His Highness was such a person who likes to laugh, the anger on his original face froze instantly, and he asked dryly: "What are you doing, are you picking my flowers? Are you Don't you know that touching someone else's things without permission is a very uneducated act?"

"Really? I just think they drive fine, so... can I pick them?"

Orwell said coldly: "Of course not!"

"Okay." Chu Yan didn't force it, and turned around to leave.

Unexpectedly, Orwell suddenly stopped him and said very reluctantly: "Forget it, you can pick it up, and I will apologize to you for today's rudeness."

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