Super Black Technology

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For mortals, just looking down inadvertently can take them to the sky in one step.

Everyone understands this truth, not only the stars understand it, but also the MIT students understand it, and understand it more thoroughly.

Maybe they may not necessarily develop into Hollywood in the future, but if they can get the attention of the watermelon master, among other things, even if they go out to sell pork at a stall in the future, many customers will come to buy it.

This is like a person who is a good friend with the president of the country. What kind of business do you think he will not do well?

Is the watermelon master the president of the country? no!

However, he is better than the president of the country. To borrow a mathematical formula:

One watermelon master = 100 Obama presidents.

For this reason, the students of the Massachusetts Institute of Technology are jealous.

In the library, the students who were lucky enough to watch the little prodigy surf the Internet shouted loudly.

"Little Ike, please pay attention to me, I'm about to graduate!" A man with eyes squeezed into it desperately.

"Little Ike, and me, I'm your senior!" A tall senior senior unbuttoned a button on her chest, and rushed inside anxiously.

Because she is about to graduate and plans to develop in the media industry.

She longs for popularity, popularity is capital, and popularity is money.

"Little Ike, pay attention to me too, I plan to go into politics after graduation!"

"Me too, me too!"

...

The library was in chaos, and plainclothes agents lined up in rows couldn't stop the enthusiasm of the students.

There are too many people, look at the gate, there are many students who want to understand are also running to the library.

"Students, don't squeeze!" The professor shouted, but it was useless.

"Everyone be quiet, be quiet!" the principal shouted, but it was still useless.

At this moment, an FBI agent yelled violently.

"Who will squeeze again? I will shoot again!"

As soon as these words came out, the audience fell silent for an instant.

All the students looked at the agent in surprise. Yes, it was surprise, not fear.

Fuck, where did this funny agent come from? You are so awesome that you actually want to shoot in the world's number one prestigious school?

Please, look at that handsome guy in front of you, he is the son of Nelson Media Group.

Look at the girl on your left, she is the daughter of the Griffin car magnate.

Look at your right hand again...

Students who can enter the Massachusetts Institute of Technology and be selected as representatives to watch the little prodigy go online, do you think they are weak chickens?

Please, what kind of intelligence is your agent?

Under Dao Dao's gaze, the funny agent lowered his head tragically, and said weakly:

"Sorry, I said the wrong thing!"

cut!

The classmates despised him for a while, and then continued to squeeze in.

Some people may ask, is this too exaggerated?

Think about those three female stars who have reached the sky in one step. If you squeeze, you may get 100 million US dollars. If it were you, would you squeeze?

This is better than buying a lottery ticket, whoever doesn't squeeze is an idiot!

Are MIT students stupid?

Obviously, no!

So, they're even crazier.

"Little Ike, please pay attention!" "Little prodigy, please pay attention!" "Watermelon Master, please pay attention!"...

The human wall formed by plainclothes agents is almost unstoppable.

what to do? what to do?

At this critical moment, at the last moment when the sky fell and the earth fell, a hero stood up with tragic courage.

He is - Ike kid.

But see, Ike climbed onto the chair, and now all the classmates are not crowded.

But seeing, Ike climbed onto the computer desk again, and the audience became silent instantly, and a needle could be heard.

"Brothers and sisters, there are so many of you, I can't pay attention to that much, what should I do?"

Childish voices echoed in the library.

Ike tilted his head, looked to the left, and then to the side...

As far as the eye can see, everyone is looking at him expectantly.

"Well, let me ask a question? I'll pay attention to whoever answers first, okay?"

The sound fell, and the audience applauded like thunder.

"The question is—"

The applause stopped suddenly, and everyone was nervous, even the top student.

They all knew that the little child prodigy had the highest IQ in history, and the question he was about to ask might be hell-level.

Please, don't ask world-type questions!

At this moment, everyone pricked up their ears, ready to listen to the little prodigy's question.

In the audience's attention, Ike asked:

"What is the best food?"

After the sound fell, a female voice screamed: "Watermelon is the best!"

As soon as these words came out, the audience was stunned.

Fuck, you're flattering too fast, aren't you? Where is your face? Where is the face?

But see, Ike clapped his hands excitedly, and said cutely:

"Congratulations, senior, you got the answer right!"

puff! puff! puff!

A large number of people died in battle.

A blond senior sister ran over excitedly and told Ike her Twitter account.

Ike kept his promise, added her account as a friend, and followed her.

"Thank you, thank you little Ike!"

The senior sister couldn't help herself with joy, hugged Ike and kissed him fiercely, which made Ike's face drool.

...

1 hour of online time soon arrived, and finally Ike's number of fans reached 1 billion, and it is still growing...

Seeing this number, everyone was shocked.

It's terrible, not a single word has been posted, and there are 1 billion followers.

"Okay, little Ike, let's go back to class!" Professor Fergus pulled the little guy up and left the library.

On the way, the White House commissioner quietly asked Ike for the method of calculating the speed of the universe, but unfortunately, Ike ignored him.

In the end, the commissioner could only leave the school depressed and go back to report to the White House.

The senior White House officials who received the report were outraged. Not only them, but the predators of the Watermelon Alliance were also furious.

Capital is like this, if you can bring benefits to them, they can make you a god. If not...

hehe!

It is reported that some people even said in private that the child prodigy will no longer be protected.

But this proposal was flatly rejected by Hughes.

In the following months, Ike was approached by special commissioners every week, asking about the new calculation method, but unfortunately Ike still refused.

December 1st. White House.

The Secretary of Defense led two military officers into the Oval Office of the President.

"Mr. President, the rail gun has been built, when can we send it to the sky?"

Hearing this, Obama was depressed, and Hughes, who was here, was also depressed.

The little guy's things haven't arrived yet, how can I send them to heaven?

Think of a way as soon as possible!

"By the way, isn't his birthday coming up? How about we don't hold a birthday party for him and make him anxious to death?"

As soon as this remark came out, everyone was overjoyed.

Yes, just do it!

At this moment, if Ike knew the news, he would die in a hurry.

Nima, I'm still waiting for Christmas to earn a lot of energy again!