Online game version of American comics

Chapter 307

In a blink of an eye, one day has passed.

Alley Corner Cafe, this is a small shop located on the edge of Poly City.

Because it is located on the edge of the city, there are very few people around, so the business of the corner cafe is very bleak. Basically, only a few regular customers will come here to sit for a while in the afternoon.

But relatively, less customers also means quietness, coupled with the warm and plain decoration of the cafe, the small shop has a leisurely atmosphere, especially in the afternoon, you don’t have to rush around for life, just sit here and order a cup of coffee , Drinking it all afternoon is also a kind of enjoyment.

It's a pity that today's leisurely atmosphere has been broken.

A few petty bourgeoisie who have become regular customers here because they like the atmosphere here come here to rest for a while as usual, but what they can hear is a continuous "pop" sound.

The direction of the sound came from a small table by the window, and to be more specific, it actually came from a young man typing on the laptop keyboard on the small table.

The young man is a little handsome and bookish, but he is very unfamiliar. At least he is not a regular visitor here. There are only a few people who come here often, and they are familiar with each other even if they don't communicate with each other.

To be honest, the sound of young people typing on the keyboard is not loud. After all, it is a notebook keyboard, and most of them will not make too much noise.

But I can't bear the silence around the coffee shop, the streets are sparsely populated and there are no vehicles passing by, the interior can also be heard like needles falling, and the only few customers are just doing their own things, or drinking a cup quietly Something in the book, or flipping through a book, there is only a faint rustling sound of pages turning.

In such a scene, the sound of typing on the keyboard of the laptop is naturally a bit abrupt.

And the more important point is that the speed of this young man's typing on the keyboard is really too fast, the crackling sound is like raindrops connected together, even if the sound of the same key is soft, the mixture will make the scalp numb.

Is it entering some manuscripts?
Several regular customers had some doubts in their hearts.

It is not too uncommon to bring some work here to complete when conditions permit, but the speed of this young man's typing on the keyboard is too exaggerated, obviously it is impossible to write anything, whether it is creation or document writing, basically thought process is necessary.

Therefore, it is obvious that this young man is simply copying something, manually converting paper documents or other media into data stored in the computer.

In short, it is to act as a typist.

But what age is this!

Manual entry?Wouldn't it be enough to just put it on the scanner and scan it once?It only takes a second or two, simple and fast, and there is no need to come here to disturb their rare rest and relaxation time.

Or just type at home, or even slow down the typing speed, no problem!

Isn't this intentionally disturbing the people? If another irascible old man is here, this bastard must be kicked out properly.

It's a pity that the irascible old man and the quick-tempered can't like the environment here. For them, this quiet place with fading birds is very boring. Naturally, it is impossible to come here specially. If you can come here, everyone Most of them are guests who are long-term mentally tense and long for quiet and relaxing rest.

However, as time went by, there was finally one guest who couldn't bear it anymore.

After all, he came here to enjoy the quiet, not to enjoy the annoying sound of keyboard tapping, which usually makes him want to vomit, but he still listens to it now. The gap between expectation and reality makes his patience has been reduced to the limit.

"Brother, stop, can you find a printing shop and scan the things you want to record directly? I can pay for it, but your voice is too loud."

A young man wearing a plaid shirt that is standard for straight steel men and with a slightly higher hairline walked over with a little sullenness.

But as soon as he finished speaking, the expression on the face of the man in the plaid shirt, whose eyes fell on the laptop screen, instantly changed to astonishment.

There is no expected paper document behind the notebook, it is empty.

Then, what was displayed on the laptop screen was not any document software, but something he was very familiar with, even so familiar that he would feel drowsy and even nauseous when he saw it—the programming software interface.

In other words, this bastard is not only copying, but also programming?

When did programming get so easy?Shouldn't writing a program be a one-line code pause, a piece of code written for a day and then checked for omissions and filled in for gaps and tested for several days?

Am I actually a scumbag?Is this the correct way to open programming?Some time ago, the energy I spent working overtime until the early hours of the morning was an illusion?

As a senior programmer, the plaid shirt man suddenly fell into self-doubt with serious sorrow.

No, no, maybe he wrote all the code out of inspiration and then slowly modified it. There should be a lot of bugs, so it makes sense.

The moment his brain froze, the man in the plaid shirt managed to find a possibility that he could convince himself.

Then, he saw the young man who was typing the code with his head down because of his own voice, and silently pressed the shortcut key for compiling and trial running. sorry.

The man in the plaid shirt instinctively looked towards the center of the screen.

There is no 'dang dang' sound and prompt box that he regards as nightmares and natural disasters.

He naturally knew what this meant.

There is no BUG error, the compilation and operation pass perfectly, and the program starts normally...

The man in the plaid shirt opened his mouth unconsciously, falling into a state of petrification.

"Scanning? Uh, don't worry, is it too loud? Sorry, I was too focused just now and didn't notice it. I will try to slow down later."

Li Si looked at the man in the plaid shirt in front of him, with a little apology on his face.

He's not the kind of Ao Tianliu who hates the sky and hates the air, and this matter itself is his fault, so this apology really comes from the heart.

I got used to the high level of concentration brought by R&D skills in the game, and I was addicted to 'copying' Bumblebee's code just now, and I couldn't help but gradually fell into it, and didn't pay much attention to the surroundings.

"You...you...what are you writing?"

The man in the plaid shirt didn't pay attention to the words of the culprit, he just asked dumbfounded.

"Uh, I'm programming, a programming software."

Li Si glanced at the plaid shirt of the person in front of him and the hairline facing the crisis of baldness, and he hesitated for a while before answering.

After all, Plaid Man’s iconic outfit is the standard for all programmers throughout the ages. He thought it was also for programmers, but now it seems that he should be engaged in other creative industries, otherwise it would be impossible to not even recognize the programming interface. .

"Of course I know it's software. I'm asking you what kind of software it is."

The man in the plaid shirt saw Li Si's puzzled look, and he didn't know whether he had encountered it often or he understood it all of a sudden. .

"A fuzzy speech recognition module of an intelligent system, what's wrong?"

Li Si was taken aback by the inexplicable sullenness in the tone of the man in the plaid shirt.

"..."

silence.

"..."

Be silent again.

After a while, there seemed to be a dazzling light in the eyes of the man in the plaid shirt, possessed by the god of dog licking, and said with hope and expectation in his eyes: "Boss, no, big god, please teach me how to exceed [-] per hour. tuition fee."

"Exceeding [-] speeds per hour? So it's a code word dog as famous as a programmer..."

Suddenly, Li Si shook his head: "I'm sorry, I can't teach you. You can only practice more on your own."

(End of this chapter)