Chapter 790: He Became a Wife-Slave

uld watch you closely. What does that mean"Lang An froze, mid-air, the Lego brick he was holding suspended in his hand."Are they still going to hunt me down" Lang An said expressionlessly.Lian Xing'er...After the five-person team was decided, Ming Sihan gave Lian Xing'er a thick IT jargon dictionary.

“I think your English is pretty good, so this shouldn't be difficult for you, right” Ming Sihan chuckled.

Lian Xing'er naturally didn't want to be looked down upon. She hugged the dictionary in her arms and smiled: "Of course, no problem at all."

After a night of inner struggle, she managed to let it go.

Although her life was always being schemed for by her father, at least he was doing it for her own good.

As of now, she thinks Ming Sihan is a pretty good guy.

She can have a fight with her father, but she can't fight with the boy she likes!

After Gu Qianning and the others explained the reason for "cohabitation," Lian Xing'er was once again pushed out of their shared bedroom by the three of them.

When Ming Sihan came to pick up Lian Xing'er, Gu Qianning, Zhao Aotong, and Lu Yamen acted like three "aunties", smiling broadly as they saw Lian Xing'er off.

"I'll be back!" Lian Xing'er couldn't help but add.

Gu Qianning looked at Lian Xing'er sitting in the passenger seat, waving her hand while playfully saying: "Yes, yes, yes, we all know that when you come back, remember to bring us our little niece or nephew!"

Zhao An Tong and Lu Ya Wen also chimed in, "Take away the 'or' word, and bring back a pair!"

"..." Lian Xing'er was speechless.

These buddies of mine!

Lian Xing'er pouted her lips and muttered, "I'm still a 'baby' myself."

Beside me, Ming Sihan in the driver's seat just smiled without saying a word.

After arriving at the apartment, Zhang Zijin, Xing Leyou, and Zhong Zhenghao had already started setting up desktop computers inside.

While Ming Sihan moved Lian Xing'er's luggage into the bedroom.

Since it's a studio apartment, there is naturally only one bedroom.

Lián Xīng'ěr couldn't help but curiously ask, "If I sleep in the bedroom, where do you sleep"

"Didn't we have an observatory on the floor above We can sleep up there, four of us." Ming Sihan chuckled and paused for a moment before adding, "There are guards in the room. If you're not at ease, you can lock your door at night too."

"Oh, okay." Lian Xing'er smiled awkwardly.

However, the training that followed truly opened her eyes.

Because this competition involved the school's reputation, Ming Sihan was extremely meticulous about it.

Lian Xing'er sat beside the dictionary, diligently taking notes throughout the entire process under the conductor's instructions.

If this kind of programming competition is treated as an esports tournament, her role would be analogous to that of a support player.

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"Then, do we not need to go to school for a while" Lian Xing'er asked curiously.

Ming Sihan nodded slightly: "There are only seven days left until the competition. So, we are all here now to strengthen our training."

"You're so busy! I remember, you still have a team competition under your belt." Lian Xing'er continued.

Ming Sihan smiled confidently, raised his hand, and petted Lian Xing'er's head indulgently: "This isn't 'busy', this is 'powerful'. If I wasn't 'powerful', how could I be worthy of my little Princess Star, right"

"Don't discharge them both yet, we've already tested successfully here, now we just wait for activation!" Zhang Zijin urged.

Ming Sihan withdrew his hand and officially entered training mode.

Even Xing'er began to be on standby at all times, helping them look up some more difficult-to-remember technical terms.

However, usually with Ming Sihan, she just had to flip through it once for him and he would remember. But Zhang Zijin and the other two were different; sometimes she had to patiently flip through it three or four times for them.

When the four of them didn't need her help looking up words in the dictionary, even Xing'er stood by, propping her chin with one hand, staring at Ming Sihan, inexplicably daydreaming.

His ten fingers were long and slender, and as he tapped on the keyboard, it was like he was playing the piano – fast and nimble. In his black pupils, the rapidly running program code on the computer screen was reflected.

Lián Xīng'er was watching, and unknowingly fell asleep directly on the table.

"Hey, Miss Lian, give me a…" Before Zhang Zijin could finish his sentence, Ming Sihan silenced him by stuffing a dictionary in his mouth.

"Turn it yourself, don't bother her." Ming Sihan said softly.

Xing Leyou and Zhong Zhenghao, seeing this, covered their mouths and snickered, but they dared not laugh out loud.

This time, every team in the competition will have a mentor joining them, but Ming Sihan refused the mentor.

Because, in his view, he was the one in control and didn't need another person to "give orders".

Zhang Zijin and the other two were very cooperative with him, most importantly, they fully obeyed his orders.

Ming Sihan then gestured for the three of them to type quietly, and lowered their voices. He then got up and picked Lian Xing'er up from her chair.

Zhong Zhenghao saw Ming Sihan carrying Lian Xing'er into the bedroom and couldn't help but tease Xing Leyou and Zhang Zijin: "Brother Han, this guy will definitely be a 'wife slave' in the future, believe it or not"

"Do we need it in the future I think we need it now." Zhang Zhinan chuckled.

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