After a poem was sung, the whole world fell silent.

Zhang Zian sincerely hopes that only he can understand the lyrics of this obscene poem, otherwise it will be a big shame.

Although Fina, they couldn't understand it, but they could guess from Richard's evil smile and Zhang Zi'an's embarrassed expression that this was by no means a good poem.

"Meow meow, meow, what does this poem mean?" asked the snow lion curiously.

"Gaga! It doesn't matter if you don't understand, this poem from "Xiaolin Guangji" is out of date, in order to keep pace with the times, Uncle Ben specially revised it, please listen to the question-" Richard shrewd his neck, dodged one of the slippers thrown by Zhang Zi'an, and continued to chant:

"Sitting alone in the study is a wife, and this matter is not mentioned to outsiders;

The screen in front of her is Dongying girl, and the rolling paper on the table is neatly laid.

One up and down gradually into the play, one fast and one slow, the eyes are blurred;

Drop by bit to the ground, and the children and grandchildren will turn into mud!"

Richard hid in Tibet, withstanding the anti-aircraft fire formed by slippers, socks, gloves, brooms, data cables and other debris, and finally finished the poem.

"This poem was originally a nameless poem, but Uncle Ben named it "Without Him, Only Familiar with Hands"?" it hid behind the shelves and winked at him.

Zhang Zi'an threw whatever he had at it, but he still didn't have time to stop it. He stared at Richard behind the shelves, but he had thrown everything he could throw away, and he weighed his phone, not bothering to throw it away......

The snow lion frowned, as if he didn't understand and seemed to understand, and spat on the ground in disgust, "Bah, you filthy stinky men, none of them are good!"

Zhang Zi'an wanted to clarify that he actually prefers European and American films, but he couldn't explain, because as soon as he explained, he fell for Richard's tricks, and at this time, it was definitely getting more and more black......

He was angry, pointed at Richard and scolded: "You are usually filthy enough, and today is even more filthy, I will let you know what is red in the ass at night!"

Richard held back for a long time, and today he finally came out of the limelight, and exclaimed more and more proudly: "Quack! What was filthy in the past is not enough to boast about, but now there is no end to debauchery!"

Lao Cha gasped when he heard this, patted his chest and said, "It's okay that it's not Si Wuxie......"

Zhang Zi'an glared at Richard, but there was nothing he could do about it for the time being, fortunately it couldn't always hide behind the shelves, and sooner or later it would have to come down to sleep, and then punish it severely.

Pemmas was woken up by Richard's noise, and it shook its fur and stood up, "I don't read much, so I'm very supportive of π, after all, it's the only one who can give me back my real name." ”

Its wishes are simple and easily fulfilled.

"What's so hard about writing? If Uncle Ben wants to write, he can write it, isn't there any voice input method now?" said Richard proudly, puffing out his chest.

"You, you better forget it, what you wrote was 404 every minute, and maybe you will be chased by the Internet police along the network cable!" Zhang Zian said that I don't memorize this pot, and I must not let Richard write it, otherwise he will be unlucky.

He heard that there is now a precedent for being sentenced for writing small yellow articles, and it would be miserable if Richard's writing was too dirty and alarmed the Internet police. The Internet police will not believe the nonsense written by the parrot, and will definitely throw Zhang Zi'an, who is carrying the black pot, into prison, and let him be full of big men, and when he comes out, the chrysanthemum has turned into a sunflower......

"Hehe, it's not easy to write. Lao Cha turned off the TV, took a sip of tea and said: "To the big one, you can set up a heart for heaven and earth, establish a life for the people, continue to learn for the saints, and open peace for all generations; The same story, written by different people, will taste different. ”

Its thoughts drifted over a hundred years, as if it had returned to the lonely valley and listened to the young girl reciting "Kong Yiji" alone. In that real world, there is no existence of Flying Mas and Xinghai. Since then, she has learned from her that some stories are not just stories that make people laugh, but contain indictments of social darkness and injustice.

Zhang Zi'an listened to and was taught, but that kind of story is obviously not something that can be carried by online literature that needs to be updated every day.

"Meow ~ Xinghai wants to hear the story written by π!" Xinghai's eyes flashed with silver-gray light, "Xinghai also wants to hear π story!"

Zhang Zi'an was stunned, "π story?"

"Meow~π story and π story. Xinghai said seriously.

Richard poked his head out from behind the shelves, "Ga, Uncle Ben heard a mistake, is there a difference between your words?"

Xinghai nodded, "Meow~ There is a difference!"

Zhang Zi'an was also confused when he heard it, what is "the story of π and the story of π"?

He carefully recalled Xinghai's words just now, I don't know if it was an illusion, Xinghai seemed to have a subtle difference in accent when he said it, the "π story" in the front was done in one go, and the "π story" in the back, the accent was placed on the syllable "π...... Of course, it could also be that he was overthinking.

But...... Assuming he didn't think much about it, what π the story is?

At the end of the day, π, which is 3.1415926...... What does this infinite non-cyclic decimal mean?

He once wanted to consult Meng Li on this issue, but unfortunately Meng Li also returned to his hometown for the Chinese New Year and left Binhai City, and he did not have Meng Li's contact information. Even if he got Meng Li's contact information, it was not good to disturb him rashly when the family was reunited.

Forget it, he knew that he would not be able to think of an answer for a while, mathematics has always been his weakness, so he said: "Okay, the story of π and the story of π, let's talk about the story written by π first, as for the story of the π itself, let me study it slowly later." ”

After speaking, he clicked on the π and read aloud from the first chapter.

As the minutes passed, the elves were gradually attracted by the π writing, and listened quietly.

"Wait a minute!" Fina suddenly jumped up from the cat's climbing frame like she had been stepped on by her tail, and said with wide eyes in anger: "What's going on with this chapter of "One Dream for Two Thousand Years"? This is a slander against this palace!"

"Meow meow meow! The old lady may go, but it's not as simple as a glance......" Snow Lion licked his paw.

Zhang Zi'an also felt unlikely, this should be what π called "seven points of truth and three points of fiction", but obviously π's writing skills were not at home, and he didn't grasp Fina's character design, so he hurriedly laughed and said: "That's it, that's it, don't take it seriously!"

"Hmph!" Fina snorted coldly and looked away, "In short, it's up to you to tell π as soon as possible, this chapter must be changed, otherwise where will the face of this palace be!"

"Okay, no problem, I'll go upstairs and talk to it in a moment. Zhang Zi'an said casually. But he wasn't going to bother π about it, and it wouldn't be long before Fina forgot about it.

He didn't take it seriously and kept reading.

After reading a few more chapters, Richard's hoarse duck voice suddenly sounded behind him.

"Quack!Stop! Uncle Ben seems to have seen an interesting reader comment. ”

Before Zhang Zi'an knew it, Richard had quietly landed on the display cabinet behind him, condescendingly overlooking his mobile phone screen. In the starting point app, the end of each chapter can display the reader's comments on the chapter, and some of the comments that are expected will be topped to the top, and there is a comment in this chapter that is particularly eye-catching, he wanted to pretend to be invisible, who would have expected to be seen by the sharp-eyed Richard.

Zhang Zi'an knew that something was wrong, and hurriedly reached out to cover the screen, but it was too late.

"Don't say it!" he cried out in a voice of despair, for if this comment was read out, his life would be over.

"Quack, quack!" Richard retold the reader's comment at the loudest volume for fear that the world would not be chaotic - "Randolph, are you fooling Fatner again?"

As soon as the words fell, the room was suddenly quiet and breathing could be heard.

Zhang Zi'an shivered, feeling like being splashed with cold water, cold all the way to his feet, and there were two cold and bone-chilling eyes as if they were going to cut him open.

Fina looked indifferently and put out the ears of the plane, her sharp claws poked out, and she said word by word: "Explain to Bengu, how many times have you fooled Hongu? In addition, Hongu is very curious to know, who is this 'Feina'?"

It's over!

Zhang Zi'an was sitting on a recliner like pins and needles, eager to find a crack in the ground to get into!

He secretly complained, which reader who didn't open his eyes left such a comment, doesn't this harm me? When I get through this hurdle alive, I must delete this comment and the person who posted it and ban it!