Daiyu: After being reborn, who still wants to be a yandere?

The running progress bar reaches 100% and no error message pops up!

Wu Bai was going crazy——

Success? ? ?

This is impossible, right?

How can we succeed when even the great people in the group can’t solve a problem?

His scalp tingled and he quickly clicked the Enter key again to run it again.

Still the same, the progress bar quickly rushed to the full bar, and the progress bar reached 100%!

For a moment, Wu Bai still doubted whether the computer was a genuine product of Lightning Group. He somehow opened his own original copy and ran it again.

As a result, the procedure still could not be carried out.

Wu Bai's back was covered in cold sweat, and he quickly opened WeChat to check the code Daiyu sent him:

Just two lines of code, very concise. Wu Bai could immediately understand what the other party meant after reading it.

Anyone who has programmed knows that:

The best programmers are not the ones who can accomplish their goals with long-winded programs.

On the contrary, a true master is one who can complete a programming task in just a few simple words.

This level is amazing!

He just couldn't connect the soft and cute childish voice of Daiyu's phone with these two lines of code.

Yang Liushu saw him staring at the computer in a daze and thought that Wu Bai couldn't flash it out because of a bug.

He lowered his voice and said with concern:

"Wu Bai, if the bug really can't be solved, why don't you try to ask Mr. He to see if he has any solution."

In Yang Liushu's mind, Teacher He is the eternal god.

Wu Bai's facial nerves were extremely tense, and he stared at the computer without blinking, as if he was going to see a hole through the computer screen in the next moment.

Seeing him like this, Yang Liushu thought that he was afraid of He Shuirong's serious personality and did not dare to go up to him and ask him.

He then went to Wu Bai and comforted him in a low voice:

"It's okay. If you don't dare to ask, we can send a message to Sister Lin and ask her to ask Teacher He. Teacher He will respond to her every request..."

That's right. It is said that Miss Lin's Arabic numerals were taught by Teacher He.

It is really hard to imagine that Teacher He, who usually even says “you guys are the worst class I have ever taught”, can teach Arabic numerals step by step.

Wu Bai was stunned for a long time before he finally asked Yang Liushu:

"He Zimo, do you know him?"

Yang Liushu opened WeChat and replied very seriously:

"Of course I know him. Look, he bullies us in the group every day."

After that, he showed Wu Bai the answers to the homework that He Zimo submitted every day in the group message.

It can be seen that the handwriting is very childish, and every stroke looks like someone has just learned to write.

However, if you look at what he wrote, it is all a bunch of very long formulas, and occasionally some basic calculus problems. Wu Bai can still get a general idea and guess something.

But, putting the whole article together——

Wu Bai became even more depressed. He couldn’t understand it. He really couldn’t understand it!

He was so shocked that his jaw almost dropped, and he just asked:

"These...are the problems you usually solve?"

The willow tree whispered back:

"That's right. Teacher He gives a question every day and shares it in the group. Everyone must submit their homework on the same day..."

Wu Bai knelt down on the spot...

**

Xiao Ran was at the competition office. He had finally annotated about 60% of the data Wu Bai had sent him, and he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

It was getting late, and many students only had some dry food to fill their stomachs, so they walked out of the competition office one after another.

Xiao Ran simply packed up his things, picked up his schoolbag, and planned to go out for a meal before returning to the hotel to work on the remaining 40% of the data, hoping to finish calculating the annotation data by tomorrow morning.

That day in the underground club, Lin Xi finally met Wu Zifeng.

Wu Zifeng was in a bad mood that day because the players of Shengshi Group lost the game and lost 50% of the underground business in Yuncheng. In addition, Wu Zifeng originally looked down on Lin Xi, who came from a small place in South City.

Wu Zifeng met Lin Xi perfunctorily because he heard that Lin Xi could play ten moves against Lu Fang.

The news that Lin Xi had met Wu Zifeng was spread everywhere by Wang Meihua, and many people in the Provincial Chess Association knew about Lin Xi.

Wang Meihua also took Lin Xi out to meet some people today. Firstly, to help her make some connections, and secondly, to use her as a bridge to talk to some aristocratic families.

After going out to see the glitz and glamour of the world, Wang Meihua went to the competition office to pick up her son Zhang Zhian, and the driver also brought Lin Xi along.

As soon as we arrived at the entrance of the competition office, we saw Zhang Zhian following Lin Wanyu out of the competition office.

Although Wang Meihua usually pays attention to her son's studies, she is a typical career-oriented woman and cares more about her business and painting career.

More importantly, the children of these wealthy families are usually picked up and dropped off on campus by drivers and never show up in public.

After Lin Xi got off the car, he bowed to Wang Meihua attentively:

"Auntie, thank you for today. I'm leaving now."

Wang Meihua just squeezed out a "hmm" from her nose, and her expression was not as contemptuous as yesterday, but her butt did not move at all from her position.

Tonight, the Lin family driver came to pick up Lin Wanyu.

Zhang Zhian cordially escorted Lin Wanyu to the car and waved goodbye to her.

Wu Changqing also got into another Mercedes-Benz nearby.

Wang Meihua looked at Lin Wanyu's profile not far away and felt that the girl looked very familiar. She then looked at the special license plate number of the vehicle in front of her, and it was the same vehicle she saw at the high-speed railway station yesterday.

She was a little surprised and hurriedly got out of the car and walked towards the other car.

When they got closer, Lin Wanyu happened to turn around and look over. Wang Meihua's expression froze, and she almost mistook Lin Wanyu for Lin Xi. The car door was locked.

Wang Meihua turned around and looked in the direction of Lin Xi, and saw her walking towards her with Xiao Ran.

Wang Meihua suspected that she was dazzled, rubbed her eyes, and asked Zhang Zhian:

"Security, is the girl in the car just now a member of the Lin family?"

Zhang Zhian replied:

"Yes, she is Lin Wanyu, the second daughter of the Lin family. She is a top student in our school. I am in the same group with her in this competition."

He couldn't hide the pride in his tone.

Lin Xi and Xiao Ran walked up to Zhang Zhian. Lin Xi greeted Zhang Zhian with a flattering smile on her face:

"Hello, cousin Zhian."

Zhang Zhian looked at the face in front of him, which looked very similar to Lin Wanyu who had just left. Because he loved the person, he became a little nicer and responded perfunctorily.

After getting in the car, Wang Meihua opened the window, couldn't help but look back at Lin Xi, and asked Zhang Zhian:

"Zhi'an, do you think that the second young lady of the Lin family looks quite similar to Xiao Ran's fiancée Lin Xi..."

Zhang Zhian sneered:

"How can they be similar? Wanyu is the daughter of a wealthy family. Any piece of clothing she wears is custom-made. And this Lin Xi from South City, hehe, look at her clothes..."

Seeing that Lin Xi was still wearing last year's outdated Chanel, Wang Meihua couldn't help but frowned and said:

"That's right. We are a small family and we are not worthy of being on the stage..."