Grow up together

Chapter 18: Old Culture
Go back in time a little.

In the middle of the night, Xu Cheng was lying on the desk with a copy of "C Language Programming" under the desk lamp.

Regardless of whether you will be engaged in computer work in the future, there is always nothing wrong with improving your abilities.

Even if he is reborn once, Xu Cheng can't guarantee that he will be able to do so in the future. If fate tricks people and all his calculations come to nothing, at least the skills he has accumulated will not disappear, and he will be able to provide him with the capital to gain a foothold in society.

He glanced up at the forum on the computer screen.

"Do C# or do Java, follow Sun or follow Microsoft, do ASP.NET or do PHP, should we give up C++?"

The current style of painting in the programming circle is basically like this. Everyone is discussing which programming language is good and which language I should learn.

Xu Cheng feels that he still has the right to speak. He has a slight impression of the popular languages, such as Java in the smartphone era, C++ the first choice for game development, crazy running crawlers, and the stable C language. Later, C in the embedded era Language is still very important.

Facing the complex programming language system, Xu Cheng also struggled with which ones he wanted to learn, and then put his hands in his pockets.

Children only do multiple-choice questions, of course I want all of them for adults!

Adults are driven by utilitarianism and worry about wasting time doing useless work, but Xu Cheng has no such worries at all. He has a long time for himself to study and master various languages. I will get back all the time wasted.

"beep beep"

The computer in front of Xu Cheng rang, and in the lower right corner of the screen, a little penguin wearing a scarf began to flicker. It is said that this prompt sound was recorded by Xiao Ma from his BB machine.

"Porridge Boss: Are you there?"

"Jinghai is the most affectionate: yes."

Xu Cheng is an old netizen. When QQ first went online in Huajun Software Park in 99, and it was still called OICQ, he ran to register several accounts.

Five figures!

Don't sell it, and leave it for the grandson to pretend to use in the future.

Lin Wancong is still not proficient in using computers, and she hasn't responded to the message for a long time. Xu Cheng can make up the picture of her using two fingers to press the keyboard word by word. While waiting, Xu Cheng flipped up and looked up. chat record.

"Porridge Boss: Today is Ma Huateng's birthday, if you forward this message to 10 friends, your QQ account will have one more sun."

"Jinghai No. 100 affectionate: Hello, I am Qin Shihuang. In fact, I am not dead. I have 2000 tons of gold in Chang'an. I need [-] yuan to unfreeze it now."

"It's really a collision of old and new cultures." As Xu Cheng complained, the news of Lin Wanzhou had already been sent.

"Porridge Boss: Xu Chengcheng, will you be on duty for me the day after tomorrow?"

"Porridge Boss: I will take a few days off tomorrow, and my mother wants me to go back to my grandmother's house with her."

"Porridge Boss: Are you okay?"

"Porridge Boss: [Poor]"

Four people were on duty together. Xu Cheng was originally in the same group as Lin Wanzhou. According to the practice of boys mopping and girls sweeping the floor, being on duty for her means sweeping and mopping the floor again.

"Jinghai No. [-] affectionate: no."

"Porridge Boss: [Broken Heart]"

"Porridge Boss: I want an affirmation."

"Jinghai No. [-] affectionate: definitely not."

Of course, the matter was agreed in the end. After all, Xu Cheng had prostituted Lin Wanzhou's iPod for so long, and with the relationship between the two of them, it was impossible not to help her.

Putting on Lin Wanzhou's iPod and playing the song "Love After AD", Xu Cheng got up and was about to pour a glass of milk in the refrigerator, but was stopped by Xu Jianghe who was wearing a coat and going to the toilet on the way.

"Hey, Xu Cheng, where did you wear this from?"

"I borrowed Lin Wan Porridge."

"Is this an MP3?"

"No." Xu Cheng shook his head, "Dad, you don't understand the market too well. This is Apple's new iPod."

Xu Cheng handed the iPod to Xu Jianghe, Xu Jianghe took it in his hand, looked at it, and sighed.

"The times are really fast now. I used to think it would be great to have a Walkman and Diskman. Now it's MP3 and this one who is under fire."

"By the way, Xu Cheng, is MP3 very popular among you kids?"

"The fire is very popular, but it is a bit expensive."

In my impression, there was a period of time when SONY, the big brother of the traditional player, was stubborn and stuck to the Walkman, which led to a large number of player market shares being divided by foreign MP3 manufacturers.

"If the MP02 was built in 3, Jing'an Communications will transform into this production direction." Xu Cheng's mind flashed this thought.

If I remember correctly, the early MP3 market share was occupied by the Korean series, and the representative of them was the countless iriver, and the domestic and pirated versions appeared on the stage since 04.

2 full years of head start!

In Xu Cheng's view, whether MP3 is used as a product or as a foreshadowing of PHS, it is very cost-effective.

Thinking of this, Xu Cheng looked at his father with burning eyes.

"Dad, your resume is so brilliant that it will explode!"

The next day.

Because there was no wake-up call from Lin Wanzhou in the morning, Xu Cheng was not used to being a little late.

"Old Xu, why didn't your guy come today?" A chubby boy walked to Xu Cheng's desk and asked him curiously.

Xu Cheng glanced at him, but said nothing.

Li Qiuyang, the little fat boy in the kindergarten who yelled at Xu Cheng for bullying him all day long, was assigned to the same class as Xu Cheng again.

As for the grievances in the kindergarten, it has long since disappeared with growing up, and the relationship between the two is pretty good now.

"Old Xu, my mother almost found out that I was secretly playing computer games yesterday. When will you get on the account, let's get married quickly."

Xu Cheng still ignored him.

"Well, old Xu, did you write your math homework? Let me copy it." After a long while, Li Qiuyang finally revealed his ultimate goal with a smile.

Xu Cheng finally spoke, "What did you say to me just now?"

"Lend me to copy your math homework?"

"No, last sentence."

"Let's get married soon?"

"One more sentence."

Li Qiuyang thought for a long time, "Your guy."

"Take it."

The classroom without the teacher's supervision turned into a hornet's nest. As the classroom door was pushed open, the classroom that was still in chaos just now became quiet in an instant.

The class teacher Zhu Ziqian was a very fierce middle-aged woman. She stood on the podium and adjusted her glasses, full of coercion. None of the students who spoke just now dared to look up at her.

"Say it, Li Qiuyang, why don't you talk, do you want me to invite you to the teacher's office to continue the lecture, or should you come to the podium and say a few more words?"

Grabbing a typical example first, Zhu Ziqian unscrewed the thermos cup soaked with wolfberry, and blew on it a couple of times.

"Look along the road, which other class is louder? Our class is the noisiest!"

"I don't even want to see how I did in the last exam? I still have the face to talk about it all the time."

"I have brought so many students, this is the first time I have encountered such a poor student like you!"

Like a dark cloud over the city, the whole class buried their heads in the table, for fear that Zhu Ziqian would pick her out and criticize her if she saw her upset.

Only Xu Cheng sat upright, smiling and listening to this class teacher literature.

"Jiang Yulu, what do you do as squad leader? I don't know how to control it."

"Look at how you did in the last exam. Did you get in the top three that you promised me? I said that you can be a good class monitor, and you can't be a good example. How can you set an example for others?"

Ban Changjiang Yulu lay down on the table aggrieved and began to cry.

"Still crying, okay? Let's watch you cry together. If you cry for 1 minute, spread it on the whole class. One person for 1 minute, that's more than 70 minutes. Let's see how long you can cry." Zhu Ziqian has been teaching for many years. It is the character of a little girl who is soft-hearted when she cries.

As expected, Jiang Yulu sobbed and suppressed her emotions.

After nagging for another 5 minutes, she felt that she was almost done, so she waved to the side, "Who is that, come here."

It wasn't until this time that Xu Cheng and most of the classmates noticed that there was a girl standing beside Zhu Ziqian just now.

Her presence is too low.
(End of this chapter)