Shi Zuocai sat in the coffee shop, staring blankly at the table in front of him, like a dead fish in the cold storage.

Beside him, Zhang Tianyou had already stretched his neck and showed his attentive faces to the two beautiful girls opposite the table.

Liu Yan looked very immersed in the show, with bright smiles on her face.

Fu Yinger was a little absent-minded and occasionally looked at her phone, but occasionally she would say a few words.

Only Shi Zuo kept looking at the desktop, like a dead person.

No one noticed Zuo Cai.

In fact, Shi Zuocai was feeling a headache at this moment - he thought that Liu Yanshi and Fu Ying'er called him out and might be able to reveal some information to him that he hadn't known before.

But what he didn't expect was that these two women really came to drink coffee.

The only thing that is thankful is that he brought Zhang Tianyou, a giant trouble attractor, so that he would not die of embarrassment.

"The oil bottle, the oil bottle...heat!" Liu Yanshi came forward and reached out to Shi Zuocai shook his eyes.

"Let's go, let's go to the front desk sign together to see what's good to drink today."

Shi Zuo came to his senses and touched his nose.

“I don’t drink.”

"Are you wrong?" Liu Yanxi rolled her eyes and glanced at the left:

"I have to follow you without drinking anything. How much do you covet the beauty of Ying Er and me?"

Seeing that Zuo Cai still didn't comment, Liu Yanxi looked like he was not in trouble, and he pursed his lips and curled his lips angrily:

"If you don't talk, I'll block you again."

Shi Zuo looked up at Liu Yanshi and finally spoke.

"Give me the three hundred and thirty-three first."

"Be your dream!" Liu Yan looked at him and made a face. He pulled Fu Yinger, who was at a loss on the side, and waved to Zhang Tianyou opposite him.

"Yinger, Tianyou, let's order ours, this mute person is so thirsty."

The three of them were pulled and pulled by Liu Yanxiu and left. Zhang Tianyou looked at Zuo Cai with regretful eyes, as if he was saying, "I don't know how to be blessed."

Shi Zuocai didn't care about him, but just brought his own cup and added a cup of cold water to the cup.

He put the kettle back to its original place and found something black on the edge of the kettle.

It's Fu Yinger's mobile phone.

Perhaps Shi Zuo was anxious, Liu Yanshi pulled and pulled the two of them away, and she was a little anxious.

Shi Zuo subconsciously looked at Liu Yan's desk in front of his seat, and a pink-shelled mobile phone was lying there.

It's afternoon school time, and the long queues in the coffee shop lined up to the door. It took a few minutes to get to the front of the "Daily Special Offer" sign in front of the counter.

Shi Zuocai took a breath, clenched his fists. After hesitating for a while, he picked up Liu Yanshi's cell phone.

He gently cut open Liu Yanxi's mobile phone screen and frowned.

An unlock window popped up on Liu Yanshi's mobile phone screen, which is a four-digit digital password.

At that time, I instinctively turned my phone sideways, looked at the reflection emitted by the phone screen, and looked for the buttons with the most oil distribution.

But Liu Yanshi obviously has extremely good hygiene habits and does not have hand sweating. In addition, mobile phones often have to undergo friction in their pockets, and only shallow traces can be seen on the screen, and it is hard to tell which one is the password.

At first glance, there are obviously many numeric keys with press marks on the screen, with five "0, 1, 2, 7, 9".

Shi Zuo thought about it and first entered "1117" - that was Liu Yanshi's birthday.

According to general thinking, this is indeed the answer with the highest probability.

The password is wrong. The pop-up window shows that there are only four chances left.

Shi Zuo passed the five numbers in his mind again. There were only four numbers in the lock screen password, but there were five numbers that appeared.

What he wanted to use was naturally the elimination method. He thought about it and first crossed out the "0" in his mind.

Liu Yanshi's mobile phone and phone card are all purchased after returning to China. When making long-distance calls in China, domestic mobile phones need to dial a "0" in front of the number, and the frequency of using this number is undoubtedly very high.

Shi Zuo looked at the remaining "1, 2, 7, 9", pondered for a moment, and entered "1972".

Liu Yanxi was born in November, but it was a lot later than 1997. "9711" obviously has no meaning. According to the childbearing age of ordinary people, 1972 is likely to be the year of her father or mother's birth.

The phone vibrated slightly, and a small "x" popped up again. Shi Zuo's eyes moved slightly, and Fu Ying'er's birthday was entered on the screen again.

“1212”.

The phone vibrated rapidly, and a dialog box popped up, telling Shi Zuocai that he had two chances. If he failed twice, the phone would automatically lock the screen for ten minutes, and his voyeurism would also be discovered by Liu Yanshi.

Shi Zuocai's breathing became rapid. He pressed the screen and turned the phone, thinking about Liu Yanshi's usual habitual movements when using the phone.

Suddenly, his eyes lit up, and he directly ruled out "1" and "7" in his mind.

When running the Chicken Eat Mobile Game, the phone will be in a horizontal screen state; at this time, "1" and "7" happen to be in the lower corner of the screen - that is where the direction of control and click to shoot.

Although Liu Yanshi is good at playing games, he doesn't have to shoot and turn.

Shi Zuo looked at the screen of the phone and came out of the God of Heaven. He couldn't imagine how the remaining "2" and "9" could be arranged and combined. He took a sip of water and turned around his phone on the table. After hesitating for a while, he added the excluded "0" back.

Liu Yan returned home alone, and had never looked for his parents or had no relatives. She almost always stayed in Guangzhou. If she had frequent contacts in China, but had never met even one person, it would undoubtedly be a bit abnormal.

More importantly, with the addition of this "0" as a universal number, the fill-in-the-blank questions for these four numbers also seem to be easier to do.

Shi Zuo touched his forehead and looked at the long queue at the door - he was lucky. There were only a lot more people coming to the coffee shop today than usual, but he only had two or three minutes left. But facing the remaining "0, 2, 9" in front of him, he couldn't even imagine a series of numbers related to Liu Yanshi.

In fact, Shi Zuo Cai was already distracted by deciphering Liu Yanshi's lock screen password: if the password failed to enter five times, Liu Yanshi's mobile phone would be automatically locked for half an hour, then she would find Zuo Cai's voyeuristic behavior when she came back.

In other words, Shi Zuo only has the fourth time and the last chance to try.

It is undoubtedly difficult to use one opportunity to try out an irregular screen password composed of nine numbers.

Shi Zuo turned off the screen of the phone, facing downwards, and planned to put it back as it was. Halfway through, I remembered that I had another chance to try, and I felt a little sorry.

He picked up his phone again, licked his lips, racking his brains to think about what other numbers he could enter.

What's ridiculous is that for Shi Zuocai, there seems to be no meaningful combination of numbers.

He knocked on the table aimlessly, and suddenly paused, and a somewhat ridiculous fragment of memory flashed through his brain.

He picked up his phone skeptically. He repeatedly confirmed that he could not think of a more reliable number combination, so he entered four numbers on the keyboard.

“0922.”

He remembered that afternoon.

Holding the 1.8 million yuan that Jiang Zhilin cheated, Mr. Demon walked out of the mall wearing a hood and clothes playing the bear, and ran into Liu Yanshi with a smile on his face at the entrance of the mall.

"Sir, today is the store celebration of Baima Mall. Guests on their birthdays in September will be given small gifts. What month is your birthday?"

"... Then, today is your birthday. On September 22, I wish you a happy birthday!"

Memories flashed through Shi Zuocai's mind like a train on the track. He put down his phone helplessly.

His life was so boring. When he had to guess randomly, he couldn't think of a less ridiculous combination of numbers.

He shook his head slightly and suddenly stopped again.

The moment the phone was placed on the table, he seemed to hear it making a slight "click".
Chapter completed!