Scholar's Cultivation System Panel

As soon as these words came out, who knew it was in Grandpa's arms, and he immediately listened to him confirming excitedly.

"That's right."

"It seems to be this thing."

"Hurry up and help me restore this photo of your grandma." After speaking, Duan Bingchen carefully took out a handkerchief from his pocket, and when he opened it, it was a very old photo.

Looking at the photo on the handkerchief in front of him, Duan Gaoqiang's mood is rather complicated.

He never expected that he would never pay for the image restoration tool just after he had let it out, but his grandfather came to him and asked him to use this software to restore old photos of grandma.

Do you want to be so coincidental?

But now is not the time to complain.

He knows better than anyone else the relationship between his grandparents. Over the years, his grandfather has almost relied on this photo to see things and think about others.

Although the photos are blurry due to age.

In fact, he also spent money to find a shop on the Internet to repair it before, but the effect is really hard to describe.

After restoration, the photo is indeed clear, but it is basically a different person.

Grandpa didn't buy it at all.

But in his view, the image restoration tool is just a shell, and it exists entirely for the purpose of defrauding money.

To avoid being deceived by his grandfather, he patiently explained: "This software is a scam, and it has no repair effect at all."

"Cheating money?"

Duan Bingchen was full of confusion: "This thing was specially recommended to me by an old friend of mine, how could it be deceiving?"

"Then he must have been deceived too. Anyway, Grandpa, you must believe what I say."

"Strong strong."

"I just want to see your grandma again." Duan Bingchen continued to insist.

Duan Gaoqiang: "That software is really useless."

Seeing that his grandson's wings were hardened, Duan Bingchen didn't say anything more, but turned his head to look at his son beside him.

Originally, Duan Gaoqiang thought he could finally breathe a sigh of relief when he saw his grandfather finally gave up, but from the corner of his eyes, he suddenly caught a glimpse of his father pulling the seven wolves belt around his waist.

The childhood fear instantly dominated the whole body, and the mouth softened without saying a word.

"Wait a minute."

"I'll just download that software."

Thinking that since grandpa believed in death so much, he might as well do it on the spot and use this little money to buy a lesson.

Soon after installing the image restoration tool and registering an account under the watchful eyes of his grandfather, Duan Gaoqiang first took a photo of the old photo, and then dragged it into the restoration area on the main page of the software.

And reluctantly paid nineteen yuan.

When the photos started to be repaired, the screen displayed a gap in the countdown of the estimated time, and he did not forget to whisper something.

"You will know later, the money will definitely be wasted."

But when the photo reappeared, his whole body was suddenly shaken by thunder.

The body froze in place.

"How can it be?"

"The restoration effect in the video is actually real?"

I really can't believe that I will be slapped in the face for the second time in two consecutive months.

At this time, Bingchen had already taken the phone over, staring at the girl with two braids on the screen, tears slipped from the corners of his eyes unconsciously.

"That's what it looks like."

"Xiaofen."

"I finally see you again."

Although Duan Gaoqiang had always regarded this software as a liar before, seeing the real restoration effect and the happiness on his grandfather's face, he suddenly understood the meaning of this software.

"It turns out that I was the one who was wrong the most!"

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...

Xu Yun didn't know that the dominoes belonging to the image restoration tool had fallen, so he came out of Zhang Hongqin's house after finishing up lessons for Meng Qingwen, and he chose a noodle shop for lunch at random.

Originally, Zhang Hongqin was going to ask him to eat with him, but he refused because he thought it was not suitable.

After all, Meng Qingwen's father didn't seem to be at home during this period of time. As a foreign man, he felt awkward and uncomfortable eating at the same table with his mother and daughter.

It's not as easy as it is now.

Just as he picked up his chopsticks and was about to gorge on the noodles, the sudden ringing of his mobile phone interrupted his movements.

He took the phone out of his pocket, glanced at the screen out of the corner of his eye, saw that it was Song Yupeng, and immediately pressed the answer button.

Before I could say hello, I heard a familiar voice blasting through the microphone.

"Brother, something big happened."

"event?"

A question mark appeared in Xu Yun's mind upon hearing this.

Then quickly asked.

"Brother, please speak clearly first, what happened?"

In the past few days, apart from giving lectures to Meng Qingwen on time, he spent the rest of his time in the room developing new versions. The data on the image restoration tool also showed a continuous upward trend. He really couldn't think of anything else that could make Song Yupeng, who is usually calm, react so strongly. .

Fortunately, Song Yupeng didn't give a damn on the phone, and directly explained the reason of the matter.

"Professor Zhou called me suddenly just now, and he asked me to take you there. I guess it's not a good thing in all likelihood."

"Professor Zhou looking for me?"

Hearing this news, Xu Yun felt a little surprised.

Except for the meeting between the server who applied for the school and Professor Zhou last time, the two had no communication since then.

Right now, the other party suddenly asked to see him by name, and he couldn't help but mutter to himself.

"Why is Professor Zhou looking for me in such a hurry?"

"It's really strange."

But when the words came to his lips, he agreed aloud, thinking about going over to see the situation first.

"Understood, brother, I will go there later."

In case the other party really came to him with something important, delaying it would be bad.

After hanging up the phone, Xu Yun stopped eating slowly, finished the noodles in front of him, settled the bill, and immediately set off for the campus of Jingzhou University.

It took about twenty minutes to arrive smoothly.

Arriving at the office building of the Computer Institute with ease, he immediately saw Song Yupeng standing there waiting.

"Brother."

He waved his hand to say hello, stepped closer and asked curiously: "Do you know why Professor Zhou is looking for me?"

"I'm not very clear either, maybe it has something to do with your image restoration tool software." Song Yupeng shook his head, hesitating for a while, but still expressed his guess.

When I received a call from Zhou Zhi at noon, I learned that he was going to take Xu Yun there.

He immediately guessed that it might be that Xu Yun set up payment in the software, and Zhou Zhi knew about it. Calling Xu Yun over is to blame the teacher. After all, using software that has no actual repair effect to induce users to charge money, it will have an impact if it is bigger. The reputation of Jingzhou University.

But considering that it is useless to say these things now, he did not speak thoroughly to avoid offending people.

But in his heart, he thought that he would talk to Chen Shihe when he had time, his younger brother would soon be a student at a key university, so it would be impossible if his way was so wild.

After listening to Song Yupeng's words, Xu Yun didn't worry too much. After all, he was very satisfied with the first software he developed, and believed that even Zhou Zhi, as a professor of the School of Computer Science, would not be able to fault him.

The thought stayed here, so he stopped talking, and then followed Song Yupeng to Zhou Zhi's office.

I beg all readers, grandpa, to count the votes and save the children. The new book list is too difficult to make it to the list at all!