Sometimes Jiang Linyuan wished he had studied medicine.
Then he could just pull out a report and give them the shock of a genius youth.
But unfortunately, he hadn't. That heart report involved technology far beyond its time; if he claimed he'd written it himself, it would fall apart under the slightest scrutiny.
He was a computer science major. A coder.
Wait. If someone played piano well, they could be called a human metronome.
Then if someone was good at programming, could they be called a flesh compiler?
Holy shit! Outstanding programmers were flesh compilers! I never want to be a programmer again!
No wonder the founding father, Turing, was gay! I just wonder if he was a 0 or a 1. Fuck, now that I thought about it, the binary world of computers was way too erotic!
Flesh compilers shuttling between so many 0s and 1s!
Jiang Linyuan didn't dare think any further. He resolved that he would never become an outstanding programmer.
He took out his phone and started messaging Jiang Zhiyao again.
"A-Yao, your sect is facing a great calamity! Quickly tell me the name of your master's sect! I'm going to defeat your master and senior sisters and capture them all as slaves!"
"...?"
Xingnan University, faculty apartment complex.
A middle-aged woman in a white coat, her face carrying a trace of fatigue, pushed open the door to her home.
"Mom, you're back."
Hearing the bell-like voice by her ear, some of the exhaustion faded from her face. She smiled and looked at the girl sitting by the entrance.
"Wanwan, is your dad back?"
The girl held her phone and typed a few words. Then the phone spoke:
"Mm, he's in the kitchen cooking."
So alike. So alike.
The woman stroked the girl's face.
"Mom's going