Chapter 62 Collapse
If I was a mule whipped by anxiety before the postgraduate entrance examination interview, then this month, I completely degenerated into a goblin imprisoned in front of the computer by my graduation project.
My radius of activity is strictly limited to the area around my desk.
The roar of the Savior's fan is my never-ending background sound, and the dim blue light of the screen is my only source of light.
My hair was disheveled, my eyes were sometimes glazed, sometimes frantic, and I was facing a screen full of circuit diagrams, codes, and simulation interfaces, performing a large-scale schizophrenia scene:
"Ahhh! Why is this module reporting an error again?! The path! The path is not set correctly!" (pulling hair madly, pounding the table)
"Ha! It works! The light's on! I'm a genius!" (Dancing around, punching the air)
"Oh... why is this waveform different from the reference... I need to adjust the parameters..." (He sighed and slumped in his chair)
"Holy crap! So they're going to add a delay here! Great!" (Instantly revived, typing away)
When I opened my circle of friends, I saw widespread grief.
The students' mental states were more "beautiful" than each other:
A: [3am, Proteus, I hate you! Why are the simulation results such a mess?!]
B: [Defense countdown X days, paper word count: 0. Very good, destroy it.]
C: [Teacher: This plan won't work, we need to redo it. Me: Okay, teacher (smile.jpg) Inner thought: Beep— (muted)]
In contrast, Lin Yan, who was sitting at the desk next to him, was the epitome of a peaceful and tranquil life.
He calmly typed out his graduation thesis, occasionally browsing real estate apps or checking out decoration posts.
That leisurely look made the chaos here look like a joke.
"Ruirui," Lin Yan's voice drifted over with a hint of joyful anticipation, "I've done some research and decided to buy a bigger and sturdier bed for this rental."
Without even looking up, I stared intently at a flickering signal on the screen. My fingers danced across the keyboard, muttering to myself, "Yes... yes... set this trigger condition first... so that the data can be collected stably... big, big is good, big is stable..."
Lin Yan: “…”
After a while, he came over again with his phone in hand: "Baby, look at these two curtain colors, light beige and haze blue, which one looks better?"
I was struggling with an OPC communication protocol. Looking at the red cross on the screen indicating a failed connection, I scratched my greasy hair in frustration: "OPC connectivity... so annoying! Just green! Green means it's working!" (Inner thoughts: Just connect, jerk!)
Lin Yan: “…”
Two days later, he excitedly shared: "Honey, look! I saw this gaming room with an amazing layout! Dual surround screens, ergonomic chairs..."
I was debugging a section of code and found a stupid error. I was so angry that I slammed the table and said, "Why is there no semicolon here?! I spent ages looking for it! ...Oh? Great! I finally found the error!" (My face instantly turned from gloomy to bright)
Lin Yan: “…”
He finally gave up, sighed helplessly, walked over and gave me a loud kiss on my sweaty forehead, ruffled my messy hair: "Okay, sir, you go ahead and do your work." His tone was full of pampering and resignation.
After several days of high-intensity mental pollution, I felt like my sanity was on the verge of collapse.
Finally, one night, when I was furious at the simulation results, I grabbed my phone, took a picture of the error message that filled the screen, and posted it on my Moments:
[Why does this thing called a graduation project exist?! Is it the ultimate anti-human, anti-social, and anti-IQ existence?!]
Instantly received dozens of likes and a bunch of sympathetic and sympathetic comments:
[Second! +10086!]
【Brother, you are not alone! 】
[Graduation Project: I heard you want to graduate? (Smile)]
[The pattern is too small, graduation project: I heard you want to live? (dog head)]
Lin Yan saw this message and drifted over with a sour tone, "Tsk, our Ruirui's circle of friends hasn't been this lively in a while. It seems that Bishe's position in your heart is about to catch up with mine?"
I was staring at a bizarre waveform, feeling incredibly bitter and resentful. Without even looking up, I retorted angrily, "Talk to me about engineering language and simulation results! They're my true love (or ill-fated relationship)! All I want now is to perish with them!"
Lin Yan: “…”
But even goblins evolve! After countless crashes, restarts, research, and harassment of Lin Yan (mostly due to technical issues), my graduation project is finally running!
When the preset indicator lights lit up steadily according to my instructions, when the virtual oscilloscope displayed the perfect waveform that met my expectations, and when the host computer interface finally stopped reporting errors and displayed the collected data smoothly—
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! It's done! Lin Yan! Look! It's alive! It listens to me!" I jumped up from the chair excitedly, jumping and dancing around the room like a madman, then suddenly pounced on Lin Yan who was looking at me with a smile, held his face and kissed him several times, speaking incoherently with excitement.
Lin Yan caught me steadily and was also infected by my joy, smiling with eyes curved: "I saw it! That's great! Our baby is so amazing! I knew you could do it!"
After being praised by him, I immediately became inflated, and my tail (if I had one) was about to rise to the sky: "That's right! I am the number one warrior in the canyon, a Proteus tamer, a code correction master, and..."
I counted on my fingers and added a long list of cool (self-proclaimed) titles to myself.
Lin Yan couldn't help laughing and pinched my face: "So I have so many 'wives'?"
"No!" I immediately hugged his neck tightly and glared at him, "You only have one wife! I am her!" My tone was domineering and a little coquettish.
"Oh?" Lin Yan raised an eyebrow, his eyes becoming dangerous and full of temptation. He leaned close to my ear, his warm breath spraying on my sensitive skin, "Then... call me husband and hear it?"
He made my ears burn. Looking at his handsome face and his deep, smiling eyes so close to me, my heartbeat quickened. I subconsciously obeyed him, my voice soft and sticky: "...Husband..."
This sound seemed to have lit the fuse.
I clearly felt Lin Yan's body tense up instantly, and his arms around me tightened even more. A familiar, very present burning sensation came through the fabric.
My scalp went numb, and my desire to survive instantly exploded. I immediately broke free from his arms, pretended nothing had happened, and rushed back to the computer, pointing at the screen and starting to point randomly: "Oh! Here! I seem to have forgotten to change the font of this title! And here, does this trigger condition also need to be optimized? Well... I think it's okay..." My eyes were wandering, and I didn't dare to look at him at all.
Lin Yan: “…”
He stood there, watching my clumsy performance with deep eyes. The fire in his lower abdomen and the fire in his heart intertwined together, burning him so much that he ground his molars, and finally turned into a helpless and doting sigh.
This little bastard started a fire and didn't put it out. He deserves a beating!
After enduring a few weeks of jumping back and forth between simulation and debugging, my graduation project finally reached a relatively stable and presentable state!
Although it’s still far from perfect, at least it can run, be seen, and be demonstrated!
This is truly a milestone victory!
To celebrate the interim results and to reward me, a battered goblin, Lin Yan opened a bottle of his treasured wine.
It feels so good to be slightly tipsy. My tense nerves are completely relaxed, and I even find Lin Yan particularly pleasing to the eye (even though he is handsome to begin with).
After a few drinks, the atmosphere began to become romantic.
Lin Yan's gaze became deeper and deeper, and his hands began to become dishonest, lingering on the sensitive area on my waist with a teasing look.
The alcohol, the joy of success, and Lin Yan's deliberate teasing quickly turned me on. I felt weak all over and looked at him with a dazed look in my eyes.
Just when I was distracted and thought that the "celebration" that followed would be a natural process, Lin Yan picked out the biggest and reddest strawberry from the fruit plate with a wicked smile.
He held the strawberry close to my lips, his eyes filled with naked temptation and teasing, his voice low and hoarse:
"Ruirui...Hubby will feed you strawberries...okay?"
He glanced down meaningfully.
My face flushed red! This pervert! He wanted me to... use... there...?! This is so... so embarrassing! What a waste of food!
However, under the dual effects of alcohol and lust, and under his burning gaze, I nodded...
The next morning, I woke up groaning due to a hangover and back pain from "vigorous exercise".
Looking at Lin Yan who was sleeping soundly and contentedly beside me, and then thinking back to last night’s extremely embarrassing “Strawberry Incident” which could be called a performance art, I instantly felt so ashamed and angry!
"Lin Yan——!!!" I grabbed the pillow and threw it at him, "You're a spendthrift! You're wasting food! You're a pervert!!!"
Lin Yan was woken up by me. He opened his eyes dazedly, and seeing my angry look, he laughed softly. He stretched out his long arms and pulled me into his arms. He rubbed his chin against the top of my head and said in a lazy and satisfied voice: "Well... I ate it... The strawberries are very sweet... Ruirui is even sweeter..."
I:"……"
Forget it, since he helped me solve so many difficult graduation project problems... I'll let him go for now!
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