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In the blink of an eye, one day has passed.
Corner Cafe, this is a small shop located at 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 Corner Cafe is very poor. Basically, only a few regular customers come here to sit for a while in the afternoon.
However, relatively few customers also mean 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. It is a kind of enjoyment to sit here and order a cup of coffee and drink it all afternoon.
Unfortunately, this leisurely atmosphere was broken today.
A few petty bourgeoisie who became regular customers because they liked the atmosphere here came here to rest for a while as usual, but what they could hear was a continuous "pop" sound.
The sound came from a small table by the window. To be more specific, it came from a young man typing on the laptop keyboard on the small table.
The young man is a bit handsome and bookish, but he is very familiar. 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 interact with each other.
To be honest, the sound of young people typing on the keyboard is not very loud. After all, it is a laptop keyboard, and most of them do not make much noise.
But I couldn't bear the silence around the coffee shop. There were only a few people on the streets and no vehicles passing through. You could still hear the drop of a needle indoors. The few customers were just doing their own thing, either quietly tasting the contents of the cup, or flipping through a book, with only a faint rustling sound of the pages turning.
In such a scene, the sound of typing on the laptop keyboard naturally seems a bit abrupt.
And the more important point is that this young man is typing on the keyboard too fast. The crackling sounds are like raindrops. Even if the sound of the same key is small, the mixture will make people's scalp numb.
Are you typing some manuscript?
Several regular customers had some doubts in their minds.
It is not uncommon to bring some work here to complete when conditions permit. However, the speed at which this young man taps on the keyboard is too exaggerated. It is obvious that he cannot be writing anything. Whether he is creating or writing documents, a basic thinking process is necessary.
Therefore, it is obvious that this young man is simply copying something and manually converting paper documents or other carriers into data stored in the computer.
To put it simply, he is a typist.
But what age is this!
Manual entry? Can't you just put it on the scanner and scan it once? It only takes a second or two, it's simple and quick, and you don't have to come here to disturb their rare rest and relaxation time.
Or you can just type at home, or even slow down your typing speed, which is fine!
Isn't this intentional to disturb the people? If a grumpy old man were here, this bastard would have to be driven out.
It's a pity that grumpy old men and impatient people are unlikely to like the environment here. For them, this kind of tranquility is very boring. Naturally, they cannot come here specifically. Most of the people who can come here are guests who have been stressed for a long time and long for peace and relaxation.
However, as time went by, one of the guests finally couldn't bear it anymore.
After all, he came here to enjoy the quietness, not to enjoy the annoying sound of keyboard typing. Usually, he would feel sick hearing this sound, but now that he was still listening to it, the gap between his expectations and reality had reduced his tolerance to the limit.
"Brother, stop for a moment. Can you find a printing shop and scan the things you want to type in directly? I can pay for it, but your voice is really too noisy."
A young man wearing a plaid shirt that is standard for straight men and with a slightly high 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 turned into shock.
There were no paper documents at the back of the notebook as expected, it was completely empty.
Then, what was displayed on the laptop screen was not any document software, but something he was very familiar with, so familiar that he felt drowsy and even wanted to vomit when he saw it - the programming software interface.
In other words, this bastard is not only copying, but also programming?
When did programming become so easy? Shouldn't writing a program be a matter of pausing for a line of code, writing a piece of code for a day, and then testing it for several days to check and fill in the gaps?
Am I actually a bad student? Is this the correct way to start programming? Is all the energy I spent working overtime until early in the morning a while ago an illusion?
As a senior programmer, the man in the plaid shirt fell into self-doubt with severe sadness.
No, that's not right. He probably wrote all the code out of inspiration and then modified it slowly. There should be a lot of bugs, so it makes sense.
When his brain stopped working, the man in the plaid shirt barely found a possibility that could convince him.
Then, he saw the young man who was typing code with his head down, his hands paused because of his voice, and he silently pressed the shortcut key for compilation and trial run, and then he raised his head and looked over, with confusion on his face, which then turned into apology.
The man in the plaid shirt instinctively looked towards the center of the screen.
There are no "clang" sounds and prompt boxes that he regards as nightmares and natural disasters.
Of course he knew what this meant.
There are no BUG errors, the compilation and execution pass perfectly, and the program starts normally...
The man in the plaid shirt opened his mouth unconsciously and gradually fell into a petrified state.
"Scanning? Uh, sorry, was it too loud? Sorry, I was too focused just now and didn't notice. I will try to slow down later."
Li Si looked at the man in the plaid shirt in front of him, with a slight apology on his face.
He is not the kind of Ao Tianliu character who resents the sky, the earth, and the air, and the matter itself was his fault, so this apology really comes from the heart.
I am used to the high concentration brought by the Research and Development skill in the game. I was so addicted to "copying" Bumblebee's code that I couldn't help but gradually get stuck in it, without paying much attention to my surroundings.
"You... you... what are you writing?"
The man in the plaid shirt didn't pay attention to what the culprit said. He just stared blankly and asked.
"Well, I'm programming, a software program."
Li Si glanced at the plaid shirt and hairline of the man in front of him who was facing the risk of baldness, and hesitated for a moment in surprise before answering.
After all, the iconic look of the plaid man has been the standard for all programmers throughout the ages. He thought he was also a programmer, but now it seems that he must be engaged in other creative industries, otherwise he would not be able to recognize the programming interface.
"Of course I know it's software. I'm asking you specifically what kind of software it is."
The man in the plaid shirt saw the puzzled look on Li Si. He didn't know whether it was because he encountered it often or because he suddenly understood it. He actually discerned the meaning of this doubt and was immediately furious. However, he forced himself to endure it patiently.
"What happened to the fuzzy speech recognition module of an intelligent system?"
Li Si was stunned for a moment by the inexplicable sullenness in the tone of the man in the plaid shirt.
"..."
Silence.
"..."
Silence again.
After a moment, the man in the plaid shirt seemed to have a dazzling light in his eyes, and he was possessed by the dog-licking god. He said with hope and expectation in his eyes, "Boss, no, great god, please teach me how to go over 10,000 per hour. I am willing to pay the tuition."
"Speeding over 10,000 per hour? Turns out he is a coding dog as famous as a programmer..."
Li Si suddenly realized and shook his head. "Sorry, I can't teach you. You can only rely on you to practice more."