We Live In Nanjing

  Chapter 79 C language, CNM

  No one knows what the **** is doing at this time.

  However, to reverse the future and save the world, the Amateur Radio Emergency Communications Command still sent him WeChat and emails on time to inform him of the latest situation and deliver the latest information, but the other party has never responded.

  "Which is the mental hospital in Shanghai?" Bai Zhen asked, "Let’s call and ask if there is a patient named Zhao Bowen who has been hospitalized recently."

   "There are too many people called Zhao Bowen in the country." Wang Ning unplugged the audio cable from the motherboard interface, "Where is the DHMI cable?"

  The functions of the Celeron 3150 industrial control motherboard are powerful enough, and an XP system can be installed to allow Bai Zhen to realize the freedom of red alert.

  They take the industrial control motherboard as the core, connect the monitor, camera, keyboard, and radio station. The combination is a hyperspace camera, but it’s easy to say, but it’s a mess.

  Bai Zhen and Wang Ning are all in a mess. You can imagine what happened in Banxia.

  The problem still lies in programming.

With the programming level of these two knives, Bai Zhen also dared to volunteer to teach little girls to write software. He vowed to say that there was no problem. He could completely solve this small problem. After all, he was just writing a small software—during the entire data transmission process, Only the first very small section of the program needs to be independently written by Pinellia self-reliance. This program is used to receive the subsequent code. As long as it is installed, the subsequent larger and more complex software can be directly transferred.

  Bai Zhen’s wishful thinking was clinking. He showed his skills on his computer and showed it to others. The keyboard was smooth and the page was overwhelming. CtrlC and CtrlV were applied freely, just like a top hacker.

   "Look! Look! As long as it is installed, the Long March will take the first step! Ten thousand dung hills will be the first lump!"

  Bai Zhen patted the laptop on the sofa. On the screen are the amazing articles written by him using C language skills for many years and flexibly using copy and paste.

  "What video compression software, image processing software, signal modulation software, Ambi suits, CAD suites, Unity, Unreal 3, World of Warcraft StarCraft, all follow-up video compression software, image processing software, signal modulation software, and World of Warcraft can be installed with one click!"

  Bai Yang couldn't help but look at his dad with admiration.

  He almost has to press the temple wheel to shave his eyes.

  Papa is not just an ordinary ride-hailing driver, he is also a copy-and-paste ride-hailing driver!

  Bai Zhen was full of words, but **** at BG4MSR.

  "BG4MSR, let’s check it again, and check it again—" Bai Yang sighed, holding the laptop in his hand, "Let’s check the code again to see what went wrong, OVER."

   "Well, that's good, let's do it again."

  It was another late night.

Since entering the programming process, Pinellia and Baiyang have been in the endless self-inspection and self-inspection. They don’t understand why a few KB of software has more than a dozen different errors—the entire software is 4KB in total. The size, the amount of data of four kilobytes, a total of twelve different errors have occurred according to statistics, and an average of 330 bytes will cause an error. Every time the old bug is fixed, two old bugs will be generated at the same time. New BUG, ​​BUG includes but not limited to black screen, black screen and black screen.

  The same piece of code, different bugs will appear at different times, different bugs will appear on different dates, and different bugs will appear even when the motherboard is placed in different directions.

  Wang Ning said that Xiao Yang, your father wrote a Feng Shui software.

  The direction of the cemetery is just right. Don’t hold any compass in your hand, just hold the main board. Which direction is wrong is the big culprit.

"I don't want to watch it again, BG4MXH, I don't want to watch it again, it makes my eyes hurt." Banxia rubbed her eyes. She has spent three days on this thing, looking at the teacher's draft during the day and looking at the white at night. Zhen's code is hard to say which is more messy and unreasonable.

  Too difficult for her.

"Just hold on, Miss, my dad said that if he doesn't succeed tonight, he will find more professional people to help. The night before dawn is always the darkest. If you pass this level, you will be able to usher in success. , OVER." Bai Yang felt that he was an old fool who preached success.

"I don't want to toss about this thing anymore. It's too difficult, too difficult, I can't learn..." Banxia hugged her knees pitifully, squatted on a chair, snotting and tearing, "I can't learn. meeting!"

  Bai Yang has finished thinking about it, this is tired of learning.

  The child’s long-term performance is not able to keep up with the progress, which leads to study weariness.

  What should parents do if they encounter this situation? Poplar's brain is spinning fast, what should children do if they are tired of learning?

  Pump number re-training.

  Bah.

  Move with affection, know with reason, build self-confidence, and tempt.

  "Miss, listen to me, this is a difficulty we must overcome. You have solved so many difficulties, are you still afraid of this? Let's try again one last time, okay? OVER."

   "Really?" The girl sniffed, "Say it for the last time."

   "Well, the last time, OVER."

  Bai Yang is also an old scumbag. I don’t know if this is the first time, every time is the last time.

  Obviously this last time also failed—

   "Be brave, failure is the mother of success. We strike while the iron is hot, and take advantage of the failure to let it give birth to success, Miss! We will do it again for the last time, this time we will definitely succeed!"

  "Miss, I have found the key to the problem! We will try again at the end!"

   "I swear to God, the last-last-time tonight!"

"I'm not doing it! I'm not doing it!" Banxia rushed to the bed, hugged the pillow, buried her head in the pillow, "Big brother, please forgive me, let me go, you can let me do anything, don't Let me stare at the code again... I'm in pain."

   "Miss."

"I quit."

   "Miss."

"I quit!"

   "Miss."

"I quit!"

   "Do you want to see the Confucius Temple? Miss?"

  Banxia buried her head in the pillow, lay motionless on the bed, held a microphone in her hand, lay down for a long time, and said dully, "Yes."

  "Do you want to see the Qinhuai River?"

"think."

  "Do you want to see the shopping malls and movie theaters in Xinjiekou?"

  "You know how to seduce me with these! You are the devil!" The girl got up angrily, and yelled at the microphone, "Bad! Bad! Bad!"

"If you don’t establish the image transmission link, I will not be able to send the photos to you, Miss, I promise you that if you can get it done, I will take you what you want to see and I will take you. Traveling all over Nanjing, okay? OVER." Bai Yang threatened and lured.

   "Devil! You never want to exchange my soul for the benefits you promised!"

"OK?"

   "Hmm... That's OK." Pinellia pulled her head and slowly got up, "Be sure to remember to take pictures of me. I want Confucius Temple, Qinhuai River, and Xinjiekou!"

  "Okay, I promise you, I will take pictures for you, OVER."

   "Then do it again for the last time."

  The girl sat back on the chair, took a deep breath, gathered all the scattered hair behind her head, then patted her cheek and said to herself: You can! Pinellia! You can do it!

  Twenty minutes later.

"I can not do it…"

  The girl looked at the error-reporting program, sighed up to the sky, her heart was ashamed.

  She doesn’t understand why humans want to invent this torture comparable to torture, C language, **** you.

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  (Author Jun's gossip: Today, the author is running around for a day and went to Wuzhen to participate in the annual World Internet Conference.)

  (End of this chapter)