He's clearly heartbroken

Chapter 89 Three Letters (Revised)
Because of their age, many students here may not have watched it, but even if they haven't watched it, they usually watch videos on the Internet, so they know a thing or two about the fame of this movie.

It was also the first time for Duanduan to watch it, and he was so absorbed in watching it that he didn't even blink a few times during the whole process.

The scene that moved her the most was that the hero was immersed in the icy sea water. At the last moment when his life dissipated, he also wished that the girl he loved so much could be saved, live on, get married and have children, and have many children. Watching them grow, she will live a long life and die.

Those weak words hit Duan Duan's heart one by one, making her eyes wet.

The entire movie took eight to 10 minutes. After watching it, there was still a little time before the end of get out of class, and the multimedia projection screen was slowly retracted.

Old man Jiang put down the remote control and unscrewed the thermos bottle to take a sip of water, and then said in his loud voice: "The content of homework has been shared in the class network disk. You can download it yourself, and your ideas are unlimited."

But after a while, the classroom began to buzz.

Tonight's homework is to write a confession letter to the person you once had a crush on or liked using the programming grammar you have learned.

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Old man, it's just a romance movie, so there's no need to be so serious.

Many people said that if they don't have a crush or someone they like, they don't need to write.

Hearing this, the old man said with a smile: "Everything has feelings, even stray dogs on the street know to feed their meat to their bitches first, let alone you are the highest animals on earth."

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As a result, the classroom fell into silence for an instant.

Write it, anyone who doesn't write is worse than a dog.

As time passed bit by bit, everyone buried their heads and seriously wrote love letters to the people they once or now liked.

Duan Duan was concentrating on the computer, and Pei Zhanqing's handsome and elegant figure consciously appeared in his mind.

What is he doing now, he should be running on the basketball court.

Recalling the first time we met in the gymnasium, he was wearing a black uniform, and he was just a silhouette passing through the center of the court with a mineral water bottle, which attracted her attention tightly.

And after he blocked the ball for her, his head was lightly pressed against his warm and firm chest, and her heartbeat was so strong that it was at that moment that she believed that love at first sight was really not a legend.

Duan Duan closed his eyes, and his slender fingertips lightly jumped on the black and white keyboard.

In just a few breaths, three lines of code, a concise but fiery love letter pops up in the center of the screen.

Without thinking too much, she clicked submit to transfer the homework to Teacher Jiang's work disk, with a sweet smile on her face.

Above the podium, Old Man Jiang took a closer look with his reading glasses. His old face, polished by the years, was full of question marks.

He raised his hand to invite classmate Duan Duan, and asked humbly, "Representative, please tell me, what's the reason for your love letter?"

Standing behind the old man with his hands behind his back, Duan Duan shook his head in a principled way: "Love letters can only be written to people you like, and I can't help if others don't understand."

Hey!
Seeing her trickery, the old man snorted dissatisfied, and squinted his eyes to read the program again, thinking carefully.

"This first sentence defines the variable."

"The if condition of the second sentence is judged, yes."

"But what does it mean to have an infinite loop at the end, tell me, this for loop"

It was the first time to be pestered by an old man to dissect a love letter, Khan, it was a rare event in a hundred years.

Time passed slowly, and the old man Jiang still hadn't woken up from the puzzle until the bell rang for the end of get out of class.

Duan Duan thought helplessly, could it be that this old man never fell in love or read love poems when he was young?
Or is it that her love letter is really written too cryptically.

The old man can't understand it, so can the god understand it?

Duanduan swallowed, unable to bear the doubts in his heart, he opened WeChat with a flick of his finger, and sent the three lines of code to Pei Zhan in a strange way.

(End of this chapter)