Rebirth of a Top Student's Handbook

Zhou Min stood up hesitantly, at a loss for words.

If this program had been written when Zhou Min first came out, he could have listed 100 advantages.

At that time, Zhou Min was increasingly satisfied with her program and wished she could post it on the game's forum so that everyone could admire it.

However, after being harshly criticized by her classmates, Zhou Min felt that the entire program was full of errors and flaws, and there was really nothing good about it.

But thinking of the nonsensical criticisms she had just received and Mr. Gong's indifferent gaze, Zhou Min still forced herself to praise him.

At first, Zhou Min just kept praising him, but the more she praised him, the more comfortable she became, and her former sense of pride returned. Zhou Min was like a mother who "doesn't mind her child's appearance," always able to find something shining in her child.

As if in a fit of pique, Zhou Min praised everything she could, even the font of the code. Only when she couldn't find anything more to praise did she reluctantly sit down.

"Does anyone have a different opinion?" Teacher Gong's calm voice rang out again.

Immediately, more than a dozen hands shot up in the classroom.

After they finished speaking, Teacher Gong asked again, "Zhou Min, do you have anything to add?"

......

And so, a class period turned into a debate between Zhou Min and students from two different classes. When faced with boys who clearly had no programming experience but still tried to spout nonsense, Zhou Min could out-talk them out.

You could tell from the boys' expressions that Zhou Min had left them with a deep psychological scar.

Just as Zhou Min was feeling smug after her resounding victory, the bell finally rang to signal the end of get out of class.

Gong Yu glanced at Zhou Min, who couldn't suppress the corners of her mouth, and then said to the classmates:

"Alright, after you go back, each student should write a report on the problems and opinions you found in this program and send it to Zhou Min. Zhou Min, after you have compiled the problems, then modify the program. I will send the program to the class group in a bit."

Zhou Min's expression froze as soon as she heard about the homework, but what was even worse was yet to come.

After packing up his computer, Mr. Gong calmly said, "As a developer, you must be good at listening to user feedback."

Upon hearing this, Zhou Min's face flushed red. Thinking of how she had just dominated the battlefield, she just wanted to crawl into a hole.

The classroom instantly became lively. Although Zhou Min couldn't hear what they were saying, she was sure they were talking to her.

Overwhelmed with shame, Zhou Min clutched her schoolbag in one hand and covered her face with the other, then rushed out of the classroom.

Even after Zhou Min arrived at the cafeteria, the heat on her face had not subsided.

At this moment, Zhou Min hated Teacher Gong to death. She felt that Teacher Gong was a scheming man who appeared to be a refined and gentle man on the surface, but was actually extremely dark inside.

He was definitely retaliating against me for plagiarizing his article, deliberately messing with me. From the very beginning, he made me write the program and planned out the subsequent scenario.

She felt sorry for herself; as a reborn person, she had been so foolish as to fall for it. Thinking back to her righteous arguments with her classmates in class, Zhou Min felt utterly humiliated. She didn't know how she would face everyone for the next four years.

Zhou Min tapped her head, feeling that she had grown old but not smart.

"Stop banging! He's already stupid, if you keep banging he'll be too ashamed to face anyone." Zhou Min, who was already feeling down, looked over angrily after hearing the gloating voice beside her.

When the boy saw Zhou Min's fiery gaze, he couldn't help but chuckle again.

Zhou Min looked at the tall boy in the next line who was secretly laughing at her and thought he was crazy. She didn't even know him, yet he was mocking her.

Zhou Min glared at the boy fiercely, which made him laugh even harder.

Zhou Min was too lazy to argue with a lunatic. After she finished her meal alone and returned to her dormitory in a sullen mood,

Zhou Min noticed there were already hundreds of messages in the class group chat, and many people were tagging her. She decided to scroll to the top and start reading.

Sure enough, Teacher Gong had already sent the program code file to the group, and also sent Zhou Min and his email address to the group.

And everyone was asked to write it directly in an email, and when they sent it to Zhou Min, they should also copy him.

The remaining messages were mostly apologies to Zhou Min, saying things like they didn't know Zhou Min wrote them, and that their expectations were too high.

Zhou Min became increasingly angry as she read on, and sent a message in the group: "Write any comments directly in the email! Send them to me tonight, don't delay my program revisions."

Zhou Min is an impatient person. She gets anxious easily if she doesn't finish something, and nothing she does goes smoothly.

As soon as Zhou Min sent the message, the group chat immediately fell silent.

However, the effect was also very obvious. When Zhou Min turned on her computer and logged into her QQ account that evening, she found that there were already 30 emails in her inbox.

Zhou Min was a little surprised. She had a full day of classes, so she really didn't know when they had written it.

Just as Zhou Min was reviewing these emails, a number of more emails began to arrive.

Around 10 p.m., Zhou Min finally collected and read all 69 emails from the two classes.

The Turing Class at Capital University is the best class in the school. It is divided into Class A and Class B. The students in Class A are all gold medalists in informatics and mathematics competitions and are selected to participate in the national training team.

Class B consists of students who were admitted through direct admission for informatics and mathematics competitions but were not selected for the national training team, as well as regular high school students who participated in the school's entrance selection process.

Some basic general education courses are taken together by both classes. So Zhou Min received emails from both classes today.

When Zhou Min was looking at the emails, she saw Chen Sheng's homework. She may have seen it during class during the day, or she may have had a week to recover.

Zhou Min now looks at Chen Sheng's homework with a calm and indifferent attitude, and even feels a little disgusted by the wording of his article.

The other students, perhaps because they knew that Zhou Min had written the program, all used very careful wording.

Where is the criticism and guidance from today's class? If someone who doesn't know anything reads these emails, they'd probably think they're reading a product brochure for a program.

Just as Zhou Min was enjoying himself more and more, he suddenly saw an email that made him furious.

Compared to other emails that are only a few hundred words long, this email is exceptionally long.

The first part not only outlines the overall concept and algorithm structure of the program, but the second part also details all the program modules.

When Zhou Min saw the email, she almost burst into tears. The program was exactly the same as the one she had been working on all day.

Zhou Min looked at the email address copied to Teacher Gong below and felt as if she had been struck by lightning. The assignment, which was already finished, now required her to start brainstorming from scratch again.

An enraged Zhou Min took the email address to the class group chat and compared it with the QQ number, wanting to know which idiot had deliberately messed with her.

When Zhou Min realized it was Zhang Kun, she could no longer suppress her anger.

Zhou Min added Zhang Kun as a friend directly from the group chat. He was probably online at the time and accepted the request immediately.

"What do you mean?" Zhou Min immediately sent a screenshot of the email and questioned.

"No need to thank me [smiley face]."

"Who the hell should thank you? I'm asking you what you mean?"

"I just wanted to help you out, didn't I?" Zhang Kun also sensed that Zhou Min's mood was off.

“Who needs your help? You’ve written everything I wanted to write, you know that?!” Zhou Min sent a picture of her previous draft.

"Haha, we really are on the same wavelength."

"Screw you! Didn't you see who's in the CC column?!" Zhou Min was about to lose control of her 40-meter-long sword.

"Using this as a reference shouldn't be a problem, right?"

Are you sure it's just borrowing?

Zhou Min is now horrified whenever she sees the word "borrowing".

"...Why don't you write another one?"

"If I could write another copy, why would I need to ask you?"

"Then what do you mean?"

"I don't care, you've ruined my original assignment, now you have to rewrite it for me, and it has to be better than the first one."

"..."

"Send it to me privately, and don't let anyone else know."

"..."

"Give me a 'yes' reply." Zhou Min didn't care what Zhang Kun thought; it was all his own fault. Why did he have to cause so much trouble, leaving her completely clueless now?

Of course, Zhou Min didn't place all her hopes on him. In fact, Zhou Min had another idea before, but she abandoned it halfway through because the solution required a very high level of algorithmic expertise and involved too much computation. Zhou Min wasn't confident that she could handle it completely, so she gave up.

But since things are already like this, Zhou Min plans to continue writing the proposal tomorrow.

Just as Zhou Min had already planned out what she needed to do tomorrow, she received another bizarre email.

Like Yang Kun's email, this email also featured a lengthy program, which unfortunately used another plan that Zhou Min had previously devised.

However, his algorithm was much simpler and clearer; Zhou Min could tell at a glance that it was written by a master. Sure enough, she checked the email address in the class group chat, and it was indeed written by Yang Zixuan.

What's going on? Do these big shots want to kill us? Zhou Min was on the verge of tears.