The more Xuyou thought about it, the more wrong it became. Although he also understood that people could not be resurrected, looking at the beeping phone call, he suddenly wanted to listen to Qing Xiran's voice again.

This is why he suddenly realized that Qing Xiran had obviously refused to respond, but why did he call Qing Xiran the second time?

He felt her voice tremble.

And here, Qing Xiran had a headache and wanted to hit the wall.

She hurriedly hung up Yuyou's phone, shivered her lips, tremblingly pulled open the drawer of the desk, took out a bottle of painkiller tablets from it, poured two white medicines, and directly raised her head and put it into her mouth.

The pills opened in her mouth with a bitter taste, and the irritability in her heart swept over and over again.

Now she becomes irritated as soon as she talks to the superiors.

Because they always think about a lot, a lot, and every aspect is considered, and then they tell her that this is not OK, that is not OK, and in the end she can only do nothing.

Very annoying and irritating.

The headache was a little lighter, and Qing Xiran's hands stopped shaking. She rubbed her forehead with her fingers, walked out of the study door, looked at the bedroom, and saw the little girl kicking the quilt and sleeping like a piggy with her butt sticking out.

Qing Xiran smiled. The world became more and more difficult, and the road to the future was confused and I didn’t know where to go, but her ones were here.

For this little girl, no matter how difficult or dangerous it is, Qing Xiran has to grit her teeth and walk on.

Even if you have a severe headache and want to die, in order for Qing Yi to sleep till dawn, Qing Xiran is brave and invincible.

After slowly entering the bedroom and entering the tranquility of this room, Qing Xiran gently set her sleeping position for the little girl and covered her with a quilt. Then she closed the bedroom door, turned around and entered the kitchen on the first floor, and made a cup of coffee for herself.

A person like her, before she was about 18 years old, used all her brain cells to calculate various numbers, so before she was 18 years old, she didn't care much about external things.

It was only after she gave birth to Qingyi that she gradually had some friends who were both mothers.

And what is the overall situation? The overall situation is to draw a big circle for everyone, ensuring that at a glance, most people stand. As for how many people squat down in terms of details, it doesn’t matter, most people just stand.

Xuyou said that she had only a little knowledge and posting the report online would only be of no use to social stability. So, Qing Xiran was not very careful. After listening to Xuyou, she would get a report and send it to Yangyang's mother, Qi Yuxuan and other acquaintances. Can it be?

Holding coffee, Qing Xiran entered the study, turned on the computer, and began to write data analysis reports quickly with his fingers.

For several years, Qing Xiran has been finding conclusions. It took her several years to write a data analysis report, but it only took them two hours to wait for her cup of coffee to come to an end. It was already very late.

Qing Xiran pulled a group of mothers, added all the mothers she knew into the group, and then sent the data analysis report to the group of mothers, and then yawned. At this moment, even coffee could not save her sleepiness.

So Qing Xiran closed her eyes and went back to the bedroom to sleep.

Perhaps because it was too late, the mother group had no response to Qing Xiran's data analysis report.

A few mothers got up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom, looked at the newly-launched mother group, and opened the report link sent by Qing Xiran... What a difficult data statistics, so professional that I can't understand it. The mothers posted must be spam links.

Qing Xiran, who had not expected that the professional data analysis report he had troubled to get was treated as a spam link and did not attract any attention from her mother at all, was already asleep.

Her dreams are full of data, various news, languages ​​and characters from various countries, every book and word she has read since childhood, all of them are transformed into data in her mind, forming a huge data world.

Qing Xiran is trapped in this data world every night, as if she is constantly calculating in a dream.

She suffered from headaches for several years, but she did not sleep well day and night like ordinary patients. Although she had headaches all day and night.

But on the contrary, she would sleep well at night.

Early in the morning, if it weren't for the sound of text messages coming from her phone, she felt that she wouldn't be awake.

Qing Xiran moved, opened her sleepy eyes and looked at the floor-to-ceiling windows in the bedroom. The double curtains were not closed, leaving a gap, and the blood-red morning light penetrated into the room from outside the window.

Yiyi turned over beside her, her little fat legs were wearing hollow cotton-padded strawberry pajama pants, and her little feet were on Qing Xiran's belly.

She gently pulled the small quilt that was opened one by one, covered the girl's body, and then picked up the mobile phone placed on the wooden carved bedside table.

I opened the text message and found that it was sent by Yuyou.

He seemed to be becoming more and more curious about her, with a faint sense of temptation.

[Xuyou: Miss Qing, can you tell your address? I want to meet you.]

[Qing Xiran: Chief Xu can say something on the phone, or we can also contact us by email.]

What to do when meeting? Qing Xiran couldn't quite understand Xuyou's request. She had already made it clear that she would not join Xuyou's garrison team, so why did she still meet?

[Xuyou: Miss Qing said yesterday that she would write a detailed data analysis report, I want to see that report.]

Ouyou had obviously found a good excuse, and he asked to meet for business.

But this is even more strange. Just looking at the data report, wouldn’t it be better if she sent it to him on the Internet?

So Qing Xiran frowned and lowered her eyes to Xuyou with a message.

[Qing Xiran: I'm busy hoarding supplies recently and may not be able to take time to meet you. If Chief Xu wants to read my data analysis report, you can send me your email address.]

[Xuyou: It's a little late to stock up now. According to your analysis ability, shouldn't you start stocking up long ago?]

He commented, it was obvious that the Xiangcheng garrison had already started hoarding materials, and Qing Xiran had such powerful data analysis capabilities. He was very puzzled why she had just begun to think about hoarding materials now.

Qing Xiran did not reply to Xuyou's words because he seemed to be exploring her specific situation, but this somewhat surpassed Xuyou's identity.

Her identity is encrypted, and according to Xuyou's garrison level, her identity key cannot be unlocked at all.

Qing Xiran once served in the highest garrison team of the Mind Abacus. There were only a few hundred or thousands of people in this team, and each of them had their identities encrypted because they represented the last computing power in the garrison team.

The higher the technology, the more we cannot get full dependence. When the enemy's electromagnetic pressure comes over and all of our calculation tools are invalid, the highest garrison team of the Abacus is the eyes of the Chinese garrison.

They need to pass a lot of calculations, instead of electronic components, and precise missile orbits.

Therefore, every person in the highest garrison garrison of the mind has a secret identity. Not to mention that Xuyou, the Xiangcheng garrison, cannot be solved, even his higher-level leaders, I am afraid that they will not be able to solve it.

Qing Xiran analyzed that it is very likely that the garrison system has lost control and the city's garrison began to divide resources. Xuyou only obtained some of her information, a name, a phone number, and some psychological arithmetic award-winning resumes.
Chapter completed!