Oh no, tragedy! Is the file corrupted?

  The bedroom was lit by a dim oil lamp, and Yang Tong, with a bruised nose and swollen face, lay on the new wooden bed that Zhen Ming had bought not long ago. The wide wooden bed seemed still not spacious enough for him, as he sprawled out in a large character shape, occupying the entire bed with his diagonal sleeping posture.

  Occasionally, I hear his murmurs: "Sister Zhang, you must wait for me to grow up..."

  On the rooftop, Zhen Ming lay half-reclined on the sloping tiles, facing the direction of Zhang's residence.

  Several hundred meters away, the Zhang family's room had long since lost its light, and their door was tightly closed. The yard was quiet, with a small donkey standing quietly inside, not far from which was a bucket of soybeans soaking in water.

  All this indicates that Zhang was sleeping soundly in his room.

  He pulled out the ultra-advanced mobile phone he had stolen back from Peony Fairy from his bosom and gently pressed the power button.

  The screen did not light up with the boot screen.

  He shook his mobile phone hard and pressed the power button again after ten minutes.

  "Ding dong......"

  A melodious and crisp startup ringtone sounded, and the high-definition screen of the mobile phone lit up with the familiar golden-haired mobile phone brand LOGO.

  A dazzling golden ingot, there's no more common login interface than this.

  This Jin Yuanbao LOGO designed by China's first rich man, Jin Dafu, is a fighter among the shanzhai brands, and it looks particularly dazzling at this time.

  Her face revealed an expression of extreme joy.

  With the boot sound ringing out, it took less than ten seconds for the phone to enter the system interface.

  Equipped with a high-performance processor customized by Jin Dafa for tens of millions, plus the most streamlined system, the super-generation boot speed is bound to be fast.

  The system interface is a user login prompt.

  Zhen Ming's thumb lightly pressed on the screen, a slight vibration came from the phone, a scanning beam flashed across the screen and entered the system desktop.

  The phone's boot is controlled by a fingerprint recognition chip. Once the program is solidified, the login of the phone can only be changed by the owner of the phone to modify the usage authority. If it is forcibly disassembled by human beings, the mobile system data will be automatically damaged and cannot be started.

  This is a serious feature designed for some users who like to take private photos, with the phone's 12-megapixel camera, users can freely take any private, sexy and exposed photos or videos without worrying about being exposed in a scandal.

  When this mobile phone was tested for activation, Zhen Ming Si had already modified the usage rights of the mobile phone so that only he himself could use it.

  So even if Peony Fairy accidentally pressed the phone's power button, at most it would only light up the screen and couldn't enter the system. To her, this phone was just a glowing rare gemstone.

  It's just that this glowing screen is already a shocking treasure for people of this era, no wonder she would carry this phone with her every day, inseparable from her body.

  Perhaps recalling the scene where she stole her mobile phone from Peony Fairy's arms, Zhen Ming endured bitterness and couldn't help but lower her head to take a look at her own hands.

  I recall that her bosom could actually hide a 4-inch phone, this size, doesn't it have an F or even an E?

  He sent a message, shaking off these boring thoughts from his mind and shifting his attention to the phone screen.

  Seeing the familiar system desktop and the pirated software icons on it, Zhenming's bitter face revealed a relieved smile.

  Then open the phone's settings interface and search for network signal.

  As expected, there was no signal on the phone.

  He tried another function and clicked on one of the icons on the screen, entering the application interface.

  On a 4-inch high-resolution screen, dozens of clearly categorized folders are densely arranged.

  Movies, music, pictures, games, measuring tools, common sense, outdoor survival, technical papers, fashion magazines, poetry and songs, special functions... etc., all-inclusive.

  The function of Shanzhai plus the performance of Ji Huang makes this mobile phone a fighter among Chinese characteristic mobile phones, which is his original intention to design this mobile phone.

  He opened the "Medical Papers" folder, flipped through a dozen pages, and finally found a paper called "Clinical Treatment and Research of Fungal Infections", clicked to open...

  ……

  The horizon lit up with a pale white light.

  Zhen Ming rubbed his tired eyes and patted his dizzy head, then sat up.

  He glanced at the Zhang family's house a few hundred meters away, and found that the oil lamp in Zhang's room had been lit up at some unknown time. The dim light seeped out from the window, and he could vaguely see Zhang's slender figure bustling around in the room.

  He lowered his head and took a glance at the time on his phone. It was already 6:00 AM, almost time for Zhang's store to open.

  He closed the "Fungal Infection Clinical Treatment and Research" program, switched his phone to standby mode, stood up, went downstairs, walked to the water tank, scooped a ladle of water, washed his face, let his brain clear up a bit, turned around and entered the house.

  In the room, Yang Tong was still snoring loudly on the comfortable big bed, with drool flowing from the corner of his mouth.

  Zhen Ming furrowed his brow, if it wasn't for this guy stubbornly wanting to follow him home, he wouldn't have had to spend the whole night on the rooftop yesterday. Just as he was about to lift the blanket off him, he suddenly stopped in his tracks and muttered to himself: "Yang Cang? Yang Cang?..."

  As he spoke, he took out his mobile phone from his pocket, entered the interface, and found the "History" category among a pile of files.

  Just as I clicked, something unexpected happened.

  The program crashes.

  Immediately afterwards, a system error sound was heard, and a prompt box popped up, "File corrupted, please reinstall!"

  Zhen Ming hesitated for a moment, clicked OK, and returned to the desktop, then clicked again.

  The same error prompt appears.

  After trying several times, he finally confirmed that this historical e-book, which is almost useless in normal times but has the most practical value on this mobile phone nowadays, cannot be used due to file damage.

  This cheating artifact that allows him to be omniscient, summon the wind and rain, and command the winds and clouds, has actually encountered the tragedy of file corruption.

  If it can't be used, then it can't be used. If the file is corrupted, even a god can't do anything about it, unless he can connect to the internet and download the program again for reinstallation.

  Zhen Ming let out a sigh of frustration, his face gloomy as he put the phone back in his pocket, walked to the bedside, grabbed a corner of the quilt and flipped it over...

  ……

  It wasn't easy getting rid of Yang Zong, who was reluctant to leave his bed, and letting him ride a horse back. Only then did he come out of the yard, close the door, and prepare to go out.

  He had just closed the door and turned around when he saw Zhang leading a small donkey, with two buckets of hot and fragrant soy milk on the cart passing by his doorway.

  "Good morning." He greeted with a smile.

  These days he goes out for a morning exercise at this time every day, and Zhang also happens to go out at this time, the two always meet unexpectedly.

  He always greeted her so casually, trying not to make her feel unnatural.

  Every time Zhang would turn his head and glance at him, giving a slight smile.

  Today Zhang was a bit strange, she lowered her head and didn't even glance at him, quickening her pace, fleeing past his doorway.

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