After finishing the call with Pei Zhi, Lin Zhaoxi realized that he had forgotten something.
If she got the traffic data, she would definitely cancel her meeting with Pei Zhi at noon and put all her energy into modifying the program.
But she did not cancel the appointment with Pei Zhi in advance, and Pei Zhi did not mention this matter. She might forget, but Pei Zhi did not ask "tomorrow noon" for tomorrow. After hanging up the phone, they could not contact each other. Lin Chaoxi even felt that he was deliberately avoiding her.
When she thought of this, she felt indescribable sadness in her heart.
She spent Monday seeking help and organizing her thoughts, Tuesday running around, and early Wednesday morning, she arrived outside the traffic police station. The sky was lead gray, the air was humid, and it looked like it was going to snow.
Most government offices start work at 8:30. Before this time, she had already downloaded all the software needed for programming from the computer in the Internet cafe, and the function library was also in place. She also spent some time organizing the workflow after receiving the data, striving to ensure that everything could be smoothly procedurally advanced.
Generally speaking, it would be more appropriate to describe it as a sleepless night.
Before half past eight, the security guard came on duty to open the door, and Lin Chaoxi walked into the traffic police detachment compound together with many people who had rushed to deal with the traffic accident.
She knocked on the door of the Propaganda and Education Office, and the female police officers who were getting dressed looked at her in shock. Lin Chaoxi lowered her head slightly, bowed, hid her face in her scarf, stood in front of the chief's office, and said nothing.
The office was bustling with people working. Yongchuan had no heating, so the office was as cold as an ice cellar at first, but then it gradually became warmer. She maintained the same posture and position as when she entered the office from beginning to end.
Half an hour later.
The door of the section chief's office suddenly opened. Lin Chaoxi looked up and saw the female section chief holding a USB flash drive and placing it in front of her.
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Lin Chaoxi ran out of the traffic police detachment gate and looked at the time. It was 10:05.
There was no sunshine today, the wind was biting, and the streets were filled with people hurrying along. She glanced at the long street, tightly grasped the USB drive in her hand, and rushed into the crowd.
Back at the Internet cafe, Lin Chaoxi turned on the computer, put on headphones, and inserted the USB drive.
The surroundings suddenly became quiet. After the computer finished reading the data, she opened the document.
In an instant, countless green Excel documents flowed down like a stream of water, and the scroll bar on the right continued to shrink.
After a moment, the scroll bar stopped. Lin Zhaoxi narrowed his eyes, held the mouse and dragged the scroll bar, and began to review all the Excel documents in the USB drive.
The names of these files are not uniform, and the naming formats vary. Looking closely, some of them are uniformly exported from the program, while others are derived from the standard statistical files of the Transportation Bureau.
Looking at these documents, Lin Chaoxi couldn't even estimate how many roads there were in Yongchuan City and the total number of traffic lights at the four-way intersections. The sheer number of documents containing different road names, years, and months was staggering.
The sheer number of documents was something Lin Chaoxi had not expected, and when she opened the documents, the different data types and presentation methods inside shocked her again.
She opened the documents one by one, and even saw that many of them were still raw data that she needed to process herself.
She believed that the traffic police were not trying to make things difficult for her, after all, Yongchuan was five times the size of Anning. It was precisely because she wanted so much and so urgently that they gave it all to her.
For a long time, Lin Chaoxi mechanically opened documents and tried to organize his thoughts. But his thoughts were interrupted by new problems, and the cycle continued.
Pei Zhi was by her side, accompanying her in sorting out the data of Anning City. Although it took them a lot of time, it didn't feel difficult or complicated.
But these in Yongchuan are different.
At one point, she seemed to be in a sea of snow. The ground was pure white, and black numbers were falling from the sky. The shape of each number was very clear. They were vast and boundless, falling on her head and the back of her feet, spreading from her calves to her chest, until the whole world was completely submerged.
Finally, she reluctantly lifted her finger and clicked the red cross. With a click, all the pages disappeared.
The screen was still, and the noise from the Internet cafe poured in like a cold wind, and a sharp whooshing sound seemed to ring in my ears.
Lin Chaoxi felt an indescribable tinnitus in his ears, high pressure in his eyes, soreness and swelling. He wanted to cry, but he couldn't cry at all.
She covered her face with her hands and rubbed them vigorously.
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Despair spilled out of the compressed box in her mind.
The process of forcing herself to stay calm was that Lin Chaoxi went to the toilet to wash her face, then walked back to her seat, mechanically opened her notebook, and compared every detail she had written.
The ballpoint pen left some tiny reflections as she pointed at each word. No matter how excitedly the nearby teenagers playing games shouted, she kept the same speed and read out each word.
At first, she was anxious and impatient. She came to Yongchuan from Anning, and the feeling of overturning the original preparation process was despairing.
Now she had finally climbed over the mountain, only to find another mountain. She had spent so much time running around to get the data, but she didn't have enough time to organize it.
These days she has been almost supported by a little faith, but with faith in front of her, she only sees her own incompetence.
It is now 11:03 on Wednesday, December 17th.
There were still 90 hours left before Lao Lin’s car accident. These 90 hours included all her eating and sleeping time. She wanted to keep working, but accumulated fatigue would only make her brain dull.
For example, right now, she could only attribute her depression to lack of sleep. To be honest, it might be because she had a cold for so many days, and she really wanted to lie down and have a good sleep.
Just thinking about this, she couldn't help but lie down, her head felt like a mess, and the air she breathed was hot.
The document just now even made her almost believe in fatalism, as if no matter how hard she tried, she would always encounter one difficulty after another regarding Lao Lin.
When she thought of this, she quickly got up and read a few more words from the notebook, suppressing the pessimistic part again.
In fact, having more data also has its advantages, Lin Chaoxi thought calmly. It can make the final prediction more accurate, and a large amount of real data can support the operation of the entire program.
The bad thing is that today is Wednesday. She knows that facing such a huge amount of data, she is the only one and 90 hours is not enough.
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11:05.
Lin Chaoxi saved the data, turned off the computer, picked up his schoolbag, and walked out of the Internet cafe.
She was not very rational when she did this series of actions.
It all started when she realized that her lunch date with Pei Zhi was approaching. When she stopped the taxi and got in, she heard the driver ask "where are you going", and then she realized what she wanted to do.
"Little girl, where are you going?" the driver repeated.
Lin Zhaoxi was stunned. The road ahead was a gloomy gray. She could only say, "Drive forward."
The driver whispered something in her ear, probably reminding her of the fare. Lin Chaoxi looked at the gray road ahead and had no intention of responding.
She was sure that in just a few minutes, she was determined to go out and seek Pei Zhi's help.
She had seen the ability to solve most problems effortlessly, the talent to brute-force a large number of difficult problems. That was the ability of a true genius, and it was what she needed right now.
The radio was playing classic noon songs, the air-conditioning was turned up high, and Lin Chaoxi loosened her scarf a little, feeling dizzy.
Even so, beyond her subconscious reaction, she knew she couldn't go to him for help.
Pei Zhi's mother is critically ill. Without revealing Lao Lin's car accident, how can she convince Pei Zhi to use the last time of her mother's life to accompany her to do an unimportant job?
What's more.
What's more, Lin Chaoxi thought, on one side is Old Lin, and on the other side is her mother, she can't let Pei Zhi make such a choice.
Lin Chaoxi looked ahead, feeling ashamed of her own incompetence, but at least she now knew what she could and could not do.
The painful shame lasted for a long time.
Until the taxi driver changed the channel, the love song became lower and the radio began to play the news.
"Broken heart?" the driver asked her. "You are still young and have a long way to go."
Lin Chaoxi sniffed and said, "No, I have a good relationship with...my boyfriend."
The radio station was broadcasting a noon education program. The host began by reading a high school essay sample in a melodious and pleasant voice. Then he began to report some education news.
"You are so young, why do you want to have a boyfriend? Why don't you just study hard?" The taxi driver glared at her.
"It is reported that the preliminary written test of the Hua Luogeng Cup Youth Mathematics Invitational Competition will begin next Saturday..." The news broadcast was noisy and hoarse.
Lin Zhaoxi turned his gaze towards the broadcast: "This competition."
"What happened to this game?" asked the driver.
My boyfriend and I are going to attend next Saturday.
Lin Chaoxi wanted to make a joke to calm herself down. But when the words came to her lips, she suddenly remembered that Pei Zhi had not signed up for this year's China Cup. As for her, she was destined to return to her real world on Sunday and could not participate.
The clouds were hanging very low, and on both sides of the road was the Yongchuan City Scenic Area, which was originally very beautiful, but now it was an unknown blue-gray color.
It seems that everything is about to come to an end, and no matter how beautiful the road was, it will become obscure.
"The annual academic conference of mathematicians will be held at Yongchuan University this Sunday. It is reported that more than 800 domestic mathematical experts and scholars will attend the conference..."
The radio sound gradually faded, and Lin Zhaoxi looked up: "Master, I want to go to Ci'en Nursing Home."
She said so.
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