Chapter 200
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In his memory, this was probably the first time in all the years that he had known her, including the one year that they had known each other, that she had shown some interest in him.
Is it because I have been neglected for too long?
Such a simple curiosity actually moved him and made him feel content.
"I learned a little during my senior year of high school." Su Zhinian paused before explaining in more detail, "Boys are more interested in computer science. I took it as an elective when I was in university, and I'm not bad at it."
Learned a little? Not bad at it?
Coming up with a game hack so easily, is that what you call not bad? This is obviously not bad!
If you continue to be so indifferent and humble, you won't have any friends, okay?
If he can come up with a game hack, it means that he is very skilled, does that mean …
A thought suddenly appeared in Song Qingchun's mind. She hesitated before asking, "Since you know how to make a game hack, can you recover my messages if I delete them?"
"Should be able to," Su Zhinian answered after some thought.
"Then what happens after the WeChat messages are deleted?" Song Qingchun pressed.
Su Zhinian answered, "That works as well."
Song Qingchun's eyes lit up with joy. "In other words, deleted messages can be recovered?"
When Su Zhinian heard this question, he had a feeling he knew what Song Qingchun was going to do.
Actually, he should have guessed it. He had controlled Qin Yinan's consciousness to save her, and that would have made her feel resentful toward Qin Yinan.
However, the situation that day was so dangerous, and he wanted to slap Tang Nuan in the face, so he did not do much analysis and directly controlled Qin Yinan's consciousness …
All these years, it had always been like this. He could be sad about her sadness, but he could never be happy about her happiness.
Because her happiness was like arsenic that could kill him.
Su Zhinian looked at Song Qingchun's hopeful eyes and could not bring himself to reject her. After a long silence, he nodded lightly and said, "That should work."
Song Qingchun's eyes glowed. She rubbed the back of her palms and asked carefully, "Then, can I ask you for a favor?"
Even if she did not say it, he knew what kind of favor she was asking for.
Su Zhinian lowered his gaze. "Go ahead."
Song Qingchun bit on her lips and voiced her request. "I deleted 99 emails a while ago, can you help me recover them?"
He knew about the existence of those 99 emails. She had contacted him during the first year "Qin Yinan" entered the army.
Su Zhinian swallowed nervously and said, "I'll try."
Song Qingchun's eyes lit up when she saw him agree. She immediately clicked into her email and passed the laptop to Su Zhinian.
Su Zhinian did not say anything. After a while, he started to move.
Song Qingchun stood to the side for a while before sneaking out of the bedroom. She went downstairs to grab some of the dessert that she had cooked for lunch and carried it upstairs.
When she pushed open the bedroom door, Su Zhinian had already put down his laptop and was leaning against the headboard, staring out the window.
It was as if he had encountered something unhappy, and his expression was a little sad.
Song Qingchun had no idea what was going on with her, but when she saw him like this, her mood dropped as well.
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