After tossing all morning, Zhang Zi'an returned to the store at lunchtime.

"Meow meow meow! The old lady wants to eat baked eggs!"

As soon as he entered the door, he was grabbed by the snow lion in his pants.

"Wow, Mr. store manager, this white cat likes you very much!" Lu Yiyun was eating takeout, and when he looked up, he happened to see this scene, and there was a terrible misunderstanding.

In front of her, Zhang Zi'an didn't say anything to the snow lion, just glared at it, and at the same time lowered his hand to protect his crotch.

He has the skills to teach the dog not to pounce on people, but there is no good way to take this snow lion who likes to "pounce......

Lu Yiyun handed him his takeaway, "Wang Qian and Li Kun went back first, and they said that there were relatives who were going to visit the door today." ”

Zhang Zi'an nodded and said that he knew, anyway, there were not many guests before the Spring Festival.

He entered the room with takeaways, and saw that the other elves had finished eating, and they were all napping and eating, and even Xinghai was yawning.

After observing the belly of the female Abyssinian, I estimated that their due date was probably past the Lantern Festival, when the shoe store was almost renovated and it was just in time for them to move to a new home.

Zhan Tian and Xiaola, whose energy was vented, lay quietly on the ground, their stomachs bulging, and they seemed to be very full.

He walked around the room, very satisfied that everything was normal, and just wanted to sit on the recliner and eat slowly, when he suddenly remembered that he hadn't seen π today, so he went up to the second floor with takeout.

Hey?

As soon as he entered the living room, he was stunned, because the laptop was not turned on, and there was no π typing in front of the desk.

Could it be that the eyes are dazzling again?

He blinked vigorously, but what he saw remained the same, unchanged.

Or π went to wash your face?

"π, you ......"

Zhang Zi'an walked to the desk and was about to shout π, but found that π was not in the bathroom, but still curled up in the hanging basket and rattan chair, just like when he got up in the morning.

π opened his eyes, squeezed out a pale smile at Zhang Zi'an, raised his arm and waved, and said weakly: "Squeak." ”

"π, what's wrong with you? Sick, do you have a cold?"

Seeing this, Zhang Zi'an was stunned for a moment, he put the takeaway on the desk, reached out and touched its forehead.

Since Richard was sick, he has been paying attention to the room temperature, the room temperature is not cold at the moment, the electric heater is turned on to the maximum, and it stands to reason that he should not catch a cold.

π's forehead is not hot, just slightly hot, which is also normal, because the body temperature of rhesus macaques is two or three degrees higher than that of humans.

"Squeak. ”

π shook his head and turned his head to look at the top of his desk.

On the table are takeaways, laptops, nameless books, and snag-on glasses.

Although he thought it was unlikely, Zhang Zi'an still asked tentatively: "π, are you hungry? Do you want something to eat?"

π still shook his head.

It is a fantasy elf, living on the power of faith, and does not need to eat in the first place.

"Do you want your book?" Zhang Zi'an guessed again.

The nameless book and the π are almost inseparable as a whole, and it will always hold the nameless book like a treasure when it is not typing, but it has recently relaxed its guard against Zhang Zi'an and the other elves, so it does not keep the book in its hand like before.

π struggled to sit up with the rattan chair in his hands, jumped out of the hanging basket, and then his legs went limp, and he almost fell to the ground.

Zhang Zi'an hurriedly supported it.

"π, if you're not feeling well, you should lie down and rest......" he advised.

"Squeak. ”

π shook its head gently but firmly, leaning on the chair to sit on the chair, but its arms were weak, and it didn't sit on it after several attempts.

Zhang Zi'an knew that it wanted to type to communicate with him, so he had to carry it to the chair, and dragged a pillow over its back to help it support its body.

Drip.

There was a slight beep, and π pressed the switch on the computer.

The computer boots up, goes to the desktop, π opens the ORD document, and slowly types: Today's update has not been written.

Zhang Zi couldn't bear it, and persuaded again: "π, you are not feeling well, you can take a day off." You've been updating for 30 days in a row since the book opened, so it shouldn't matter if you take a day off once in a while, right? ”

π knew that his words were sincere, and after a little hesitation, he minimized the ORD document, opened the browser, and entered the author's background.

60 collections.

Zhang Zi'an also saw this number, and he wanted to comfort it, but he didn't know what to say. He had poured all the chicken soup he knew into it, and he couldn't come up with any more wise words.

π pursed her lips and clicked the mouse to enter the book review section.

"Squeak!"

"I'll you!"

The two of them exclaimed at the same time, their eyes widened in their sluggish π, and their eyes burst with light.

It's always been an empty book review area, but today there are three more posts.

[Future Online Game]: I'm watching, come on, author!

[Jinhua Qiying]: The author writes very well, I like to read it, and I have been chasing it!

[He Mu Xuanlin]: I'm watching.

These three readers, who have never met before, not only posted posts, but also rewarded 1 to 5 yuan respectively, and there were several more recommendation votes.

"What's going on? This ...... This...... What's the situation?"

Zhang Zi'an, who can speak like a river no matter what kind of customer he faces, was too shocked and even a little incoherent.

"Squeak!"

π happily opened the last chapter of yesterday's update and pointed out the author's testimonial it sent to Zhang Zi'an.

"I don't know if anyone is reading this book, can a friend who sees this line of words say something in the book review area......" Zhang Zi'an read this sentence twice, and finally came back to his senses, "So, these three people saw π your message at the end of the chapter and specially responded to it?"

"Squeak!"

π nodded excitedly.

"Great! Someone is really reading along!

Zhang Zian was also very excited, and shook his fist fiercely.

He paced back and forth, leaving everything else behind, his mind completely filled with these three comments.

"π, I think you should thank these three book friends. ”

After a moment, he stopped and said.

"Squeak?"

Scratching his ears and cheeks with excitement π he responded with a gesture of question, meaning: How to thank?

Zhang Zi'an thought for a while and proposed: "Didn't you just write about the plot of Xiaoxue's live broadcast? How about letting these three IDs make soy sauce during the live broadcast? It doesn't affect the plot, but also expresses gratitude." ”

"Squeak!"

π nodded heavily and patted his chest to indicate that it was okay.

It suddenly became full of energy, as if its body was full of infinite power, and it switched to the ord document to start writing today's updated chapter, and its excitement at this time could be felt from the stormy keyboard strokes.

Zhang Zi'an moved a chair to sit next to it, picked up the boxed lunch, and watched it type while eating.