Legendary American Tycoon

"My Internet thoughts at Stanford originated here."

White stood at the podium table, leaned sideways, facing the whiteboard, and calmly set his sights on the students in the classroom. There are so many people as hairy. One side of the window was open, and the Stanford building was hidden among the trees. White's half body was reflected on the glass window, and the tree shadow floated.

"Even so, so what? What you showed is just a sketch of the idea on the board. It will take at least a hundred years for you to put it into software applications."

The previous horse-faced boy said in an unreserved sarcasm that he seemed to be the social "prince" in this class, easily driving the atmosphere and rhythm of the entire class. Under the horse-faced boy's boo, the atmosphere that had only improved a bit suddenly became full of cynicism.

"I know you would say that," White smiled slightly. "I thought of this a long time ago. I don't force it, but just explain my philosophy. I will launch this application in a week. If you need it, please sign up in advance. ."

"Report a woolen yarn name? Who do you think you are, you really want to laugh."

Even if the genius laughed, it seemed so different. With the horse-faced boy as the center, four or five people gathered around him, half hugging his arms, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and his eyes were bright and full of momentum.

"So, no one?"

The other classmates turned their heads and looked at the horse-faced teenager. White could see that there were a few eager to try, but seeing no one responded, and a little timid, he did not raise his hand.

White turned around to leave. He lifted the whiteboard from the desk, and when he walked to the door, he turned to look at the twenty or so students in the classroom. These young people of the same age still stared at him with strange and weird eyes, as funny as paying attention, and their necks were reminiscent of a flat-billed yellow duck.

"I will post the paper here, and write the name on it for those who want to sign up. I will see it in a week.

White smiled slightly and put the board in the corner for now. Go to the corner next to the blackboard, where there are all kinds of colorful umbrellas piled up. White kicked the umbrellas away, put the white paper prepared long ago on the wall, and dipped it with glue.

Suddenly a blank white paper appeared on the gray wall. The cold wind from the window blew the paper into a trembling twig, and the pages floated up again and again, revealing the bottom of the gray wall below. White flattened the paper and applied glue to the bottom half of the paper. Thick glue oozes from the bottom of the paper, like writing on water.

"Goodbye!"

White walked out of the classroom in a silence and ran into the white-haired professor who was coming to class. The white-haired professor holding the book was very puzzled by the whiteboard he was dragging.

But the professor just said: "Class is about to start. Where are you going?"

"I didn't take the differential geometry class."

The professor said "Oh" and touched the bald back of his head, feeling baffled. The professor walked into the classroom and saw the students in the room. He suddenly thought of something and hurriedly went out, but only saw White's figure gradually shrinking in the corridor and slowly disappearing.

White with a white board in his hand is walking on the Stanford campus. His high-profile figure arouses the curiosity of Stanford students. There are many green faces behind the glass of the church-like teaching building.

Under the gaze of these faces, White walked through the woods and gardens of Stanford and walked into another school building around the corner. Compared with the south-facing classrooms, the corridors here are a bit darker, with white walls painted on both sides, but there are also art paintings. It is an art classroom. White walked through the artwork and came to the innermost closed door.

E43-Computer classroom.

White took out the key of the computer classroom he had asked Professor Gomez from his bag, inserted the key into the keyhole, and turned to the right. After hearing a "click", White's fingers kept beating while waiting Also stopped. He opened the door, and a smell that had been sealed for a long time came out.

auzw.com The classroom was dark. White had asked Professor Gomez earlier that this was the computer room that Stanford had been idle after purchasing the latest computer. Except for the lack of computers in the computer room, few people come in. Although the former is unlikely.

There were small dusty particles in the air, so dark that White couldn't see anything inside. After half a minute, White adjusted to the light in the computer room, walked to the window, and slammed the closed curtains to both sides.

In an instant, bright sky light leaked in from the waterfall outside the window. White saw the green forest of trees reflected outside the window, a vast and bright front of him.

Next, you can do manual work. There is no one in this place and it is hidden, so it's better.

White dragged the whiteboard from the door of the classroom, raised his back foot, and kicked the door closed with a "bang".

"My day..."

As soon as White turned around, he saw a black shadow faintly floating out of the back computer.

"Can you close the curtains?" she said.

"Ah... OK, sorry." The board fell, and White walked to the window, closed the curtains again, and then came to the door in the dark, "Can you turn on the light?"

After a while, she said: "Yes."

White fumbled on the wall and turned on the yellow light in the computer room directly and accurately. The warm light shines from the lamp tube, and the shadow lines sitting in the back of the classroom are thus more clearly outlined. The slender black figure was projected on the wall behind, shaking.

White walked to the whiteboard in front of the podium table and put the board on the wall so that he could see the equations and lines on it more completely.

He tried to bring himself back to the state of no one, to carefully observe the equation in front of him.

"Are you designing a program?"

"Yes."

"But you got a step wrong."

When White heard the words, he focused more on the whiteboard in front of him. Before that, he always felt something was wrong, but he couldn't specifically say what was wrong, such as whether it was in the rough structure, equation formula, or problem-solving step, so the brain was a mess.

The voice rescued him.

White quickly saw the error. He misread B and 6, so the result was wrong. Fortunately, it was the penultimate step, where the error was corrected in a few seconds. White forgot to take the cloth head, and when it was not looking for the cloth, he lifted the back of his hand and wiped it.

"Thank you," White turned around. "Evelyn."

Evelyn wore black framed glasses with black bangs and looked very small.

Under the bridge of her nose, the corners of her lips that were naturally raised slightly, and her upper eyelids were slightly cold and lazy, they looked particularly charming.

Evelyn went back to her computer. She didn't even ask how White knew her name. Or, this is a matter of course for Victoria's Secret Angels.