"Who do I care about you? If you don't have the guts to open it, then don't look at it."
"Fuck!" someone shouted.
"How could you have the heart to reject such a beautiful woman?"
"yes!"
The classmates around were stunned. It would be abnormal not to fawn over a beauty like Su Tianqi, so how could they offend her?
"Hey you!"
Su Tianqi was about to lose his temper, but suddenly he realized something:
"You're just trying to impress me, aren't you? I'm telling you, playing hard to get doesn't work on me."
Who is this? Playing hard to get. Aren't you being too self-righteous?
"ill!"
After I said that, I moved to another place with my computer bag.
"you!"
Su Tianqi got mad this time, but just as he stood up, he was hugged by Bai Lu:
"Hey, hey, hey! Tianqi! Don't be angry, he's just like that. I've been choked by him several times. Let's go! He talked to me about it, let me tell you."
"Humph!" Su Tianqi was dragged away by Bai Lu, and Qin Sheng sat next to me.
"That's awesome, buddy! The eldest daughter of the Su family, a genius in the Turing class, and so beautiful, and you can still reject her."
I didn't comment. What a young lady: "It's none of my business."
Qin Sheng's eyes widened exaggeratedly: "Fuck! I'm really impressed. No, buddy, you are not interested in women, right?"
After Qin Sheng finished speaking, there was a buzz in the class, and everyone had a look of understanding.
There seems to be no other explanation for being able to reject a top beauty like Su Tianqi.
"Get lost! Hey! Do all the big families in Kyoto like computer science? How come one of them suddenly appears to be the eldest daughter?"
"Hehe! I actually know this. The IT industry is a sunrise industry, so it's normal for big families to send their descendants here."
Yes, no matter how well they study, at least if those big families want to set up technology companies, they will have a younger generation who knows something about the business, so they won’t be at a loss in management.
The bell rang for class and everyone found a seat. Tian Bizhu, Bai Lu, and Su Tianqi also ran in.
The first two were still sitting in front of me, but Su Tianqi actually pulled Qin Sheng aside and sat next to me.
Holy shit! You were so angry just now, and you still sit next to me?
I was still wondering when I saw many classmates and teachers entering the classroom, some even bringing their own stools.
"What's going on?"
There was discussion all around.
"Are they here to listen to Professor Zhou's lecture?"
"Professor Zhou has never had so many people come to his classes before."
This class is indeed taught by Professor Zhou. I looked at the book again and the content of this class is not that important?
Afterwards, Professor Zhou also took the stage:
"Haha! Everyone must be wondering why all the students and teachers from Turing's class are in our class today?"
"Actually, they weren't targeting me, but Zheng Yang."
"Attack Zheng Yang?"
"The students in Turing's class all have their noses pointed up into the sky. Why are they here for our class?"
The area below suddenly became a toad pit, and many classmates were looking at me.
I don’t know why, my website’s firewall and virus protection are qualified to allow them to come in, right?
Su Tianqi came here to die just to cross the river.
But what if they come for the virus? I have no obligation to educate them about the Deep Blue virus.
"Zheng Yang! Come up and tell us how you compiled that 3D game called Cross the River to Die."
This... Professor Zhou spoke, and I really couldn't refuse. It's not an advanced program like a virus.
I had no choice but to stand up and take my computer to Professor Zhou:
"Teacher! I'm afraid I can't explain it well."
"Haha! What are you afraid of? Just say whatever you think."
Professor Zhou connected my computer to the big screen.
It just so happens that it’s not on this computer, so I wrote it on the spot.
I used to explain questions to my classmates in school, so I am not nervous about doing this kind of thing.
"First of all, the architecture of 3D games is very different from that of 2D games. Before writing the architecture, you need to know what functions your game will achieve..."
I only taught less than half of the class period because there were so many students asking questions.
The students in Turing's class do have a good foundation, so I don't need to explain the basics in detail.
But the expansion of knowledge is not enough. Apart from 3D technology, my program does not use too many things beyond the scope of the program. It is completely an extension of knowledge.
What’s more, I don’t use pure 3D technology, but more basic algorithms.
The get out of class was over and I returned to my seat, but my classmates and teachers were still there.
The teacher of Turing's class came up to Zhou Shoucheng and talked for a while, then Zhou Shoucheng walked onto the stage with a smile:
"I understand everyone's eagerness to learn, but Zheng Yang's compilation techniques become increasingly complex as the book progresses. I think we'll stop here today."
"Let's wait until our course gets more in-depth, mid-term, and then let Zheng Yang explain it to everyone."
This means that you will have to study until midterm before you can understand it.
When Zhou Shoucheng said this, no one felt that he was flattering me. Instead, they were all amazed at how much I was ahead of them in programming.
For a moment, the boys looked at me with envy and jealousy, and the girls looked at me with the same look as the girls who gave me love letters in high school.
"Alright! Let's all go back!"
After Zhou Shoucheng finished speaking, the other people in Turing's class left, but Song Tianqi did not move.
Bai Lu was a little curious and turned around with a playful smile:
"Tianqi! You're not leaving?"
Song Tianqi ignored her, turned to me and said coldly:
"I want to take you as my master!"
"Puff!" All the water I just drank sprayed out.
I quickly took out a tissue to wipe it, luckily the new computer was waterproof.
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