In the afternoon, she saw An Hao slowly brewing a cup of tea, then took out a piece of incense from his bag and lit it, put it in the small stove. After that, she drank a sip of tea and typing on the keyboard twice, and her whole body was so leisurely that she was extremely relaxed.

She was a little dissatisfied at first, but after smelling the fragrance emitted from the incense burner, she swallowed the ridicule that she wanted to give.

But now, what did she see?

There are three windows on the computer desktop at this moment. One is very familiar with it. It is an inscription in the tomb. According to the professor, the text on it is a snake-shaped character in the ancient place, which belongs to a very niche range. Anyway, she doesn't know any of the dense earthworm-shaped fonts!

The other is a word document. She glanced at it and realized that it should be a translation of the inscription.

But this was not the one that surprised her the most. What she was staring at at this moment was the last window.

It was a drawing software, with a piece of clothing presented in three-dimensional mode.

Dark red as the bottom, with only two-color black and gold silk threads on it. Although it is just a semi-finished product, just looking at the picture, I feel a sense of domineering aura and evil that is coming to her face, which makes her mood tremble!

Murong Jing is an ancient clothing enthusiast. She also joined more than one ancient clothing exchange group. Because of her professionalism, she has always been an administrator in the group. She would go in and take a walk around if she had something to do!

Yesterday, I was wandering around a crowd of two thousand people and accidentally heard about the news of the incest. It is said that she received a request from the group owner of the Hanfu design. She went a little late because she cleaned a carved copper basin and didn't even see the god's tail. She almost suffered from insomnia at night.

Looking back now, how does the Hanfu design concept that the group leader talked to her yesterday match the one she saw?

"Still the mind, it won't be safe!"

This idea suddenly emerged in Murong Jing's mind, and he opened his mouth subconsciously in disbelief!

An Hao poured the fruit tea residue from the tea cup at hand into the trash can on the table, closed the computer and got up, and just turned around and met Murong Jing's blank look at him, and he was a little nervous for a moment.

She just did something unfair, and she was caught!

"Well, Murong, are you going to have a meal together?" An Hao felt that the temporary team member's eyes were a little strange, so he had to say hello first.

"You go there first, I'll go outside to wash my hands!" Murong Jing hurriedly left the tent. She had a moment of impulse to ask An Hao if she was calm, but her always restrained temperament made her dispel this idea in the next second.

Anyway, she will have to spend some time together next, so she will just observe slowly and will always find the answer.

Because I had this expectation in my heart, when everyone was eating around the conference table during dinner, everyone found that Miss Murong, one of the two cold beauties in their group, actually looked very happy!

Hell!

This is the idea that everyone is united.

After dinner time, the summary of the work of the day was. An Hao was the last one, just sat in the last place and listened quietly. When everyone finished reporting, everyone's eyes turned to him, and Mo Yunkong also looked over, "An Hao, I remember to send a few pictures to your master. How was your cracking?"

Although he asked this, he didn't have much hope. The words were really too rare. When he asked this, he was thinking about whether to ask another local to help.

"Professor Mo, I'll take about another hour!" An Hao stood up and said this, and the entire conference table was silent!

"Well, do you say it again?" After a long time of freezing, Mo Yunkong did not visually clean his ears. He subconsciously turned half of his body and asked with some uncertainty.

"Professor Mo, I said, it will take me an hour to hand over the translation of those four pictures to you!"

"Oh, oh, okay!" Mo Yunkong returned to his office almost sleepwalking, came back to his senses and slapped the table in front of him: When did the old witch accept such a little monster?

Zhang Yu was also surprised. When he saw his professor left, he dared to speak out: "Yeah, did you use this afternoon to translate those words?"

When they met the eyes of others, An Hao was a little embarrassed, with a little red on his face, shook his head, while everyone wanted to breathe a sigh of relief, "I also watched it for an hour last night!"

The few people sitting were almost choked in their throats in one breath!

Among them, Murong Jing's eyes were the most complicated.

She was closest to An Hao, and she knew the most clearly. She didn't hear the keyboard typing for a few times in the afternoon. She spent the rest of the time drinking tea. How could this be a ghost who helped her translate?

In fact, An Hao's two-click keyboard is also pretending. She never translated pictures, including pictures, including keyboards and mouse, but a small instrument connected to the computer using Bluetooth.

What she thought in her mind was definitely much faster than manual, not to mention that she already had a full text library of such texts in her mind. With the software made by Mumu, as long as she inputs all the fonts and corresponding Chinese characters in the text library, she doesn't need to worry too much!

Anhao’s time this afternoon is actually more about the design of that Hanfu. After all, it is also very tiring to cut and embroider stitches in his mind!

I was so tired some time ago that Professor Mo didn't arrange much work during this evening. The people here were amazed at An Hao's level of evil spirits, and they went out of the tent in groups of three or two to go for a walk.

An Hao returned to her computer.

It took an hour to translate all the pictures and texts and send an email to Professor Mo, and then sent the finished design manuscript to the email address left by the costume enthusiast. An Hao then stood up and twisted his neck and waist slightly, picked up his small bag and prepared to go outside.

I hurriedly looked around during the day. The scenery in this place was still very good, but thinking about it, the scenery was not good. The King of Nanliang would not build his own tomb here!

As soon as he picked up the phone on the table, the screen lit up suddenly. An Hao saw Professor Chen Lan's number displayed, and reached out to cut the answer button. Before he could speak in his ear, the voice in the microphone came first: "An Hao, Lao Mo just called me and praised you, tell me what amazing thing you did! That guy has always been on his head, and even his apprentice has never heard him praise him. You don't know, his tone just now was so envious and jealous!"

Listening to the sound of his master laughing in the microphone, An Hao pursed his lips and smiled and walked out with his bag on his back. "It's nothing. Didn't you give me some pictures? I just translated it and gave it to Professor Mo. It's probably because of this!"

"Haha, apprentice, Lao Mo is not like me. I am already used to being scared by you. He does not have the psychological quality as good as me!"

"It's okay, Professor Mo will get used to it soon!"

"You kid!" Chen Lan laughed and scolded, and then laughed out loud, "But, you really have a face for me! It's so fun, the master won't bother you anymore. My grandson is here!" The relationship between the master and apprentice is closer than ordinary people think. Chen Lan hung up the phone after saying that.

An Hao put his phone back in his pocket, and he became much warmer. His parents were gone. She still had a strict and sincere master who felt sorry for her. The funny little bell and the greedy zhizhi, life is still very beautiful, right?

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