Chapter 79 C Language, CNM
No one knows what this idiot Lao Zhao is doing at this moment.
However, the Amateur Radio Emergency Communication Command of Reverse the Future and Save the World still sent him WeChat and email messages on time to inform him of the latest situation and pass on the latest intelligence, but the other party never responded.
"Which mental hospital is this in Shanghai?" Bai Zhen asked, "Let's call and ask if there is a patient named Zhao Bowen who has been hospitalized recently."
"There are so many people named Zhao Bowen in the country." Wang Ning unplugged the audio cable from the motherboard interface and asked, "Where is the HDMI cable?"
The Celeron 3150 industrial control motherboard is powerful enough, and installing an XP system can allow Bai Zhen to achieve Red Alert freedom.
They used the industrial control motherboard as the core, connected it to a monitor, camera, keyboard, and radio station, and combined them into a super-time and space camera. However, it is easier said than done.
Bai Zhen and Wang Ning's situation is a mess, so one can imagine what the situation is like on Banxia's side.
The problem still lies in programming.
Bai Zhen, who is a mediocre programmer, dared to volunteer to teach the girl how to write software. He vowed that it was no problem and that he could solve this small problem. After all, it was just a small software. In the entire data transmission process, the only thing that Banxia needed to write independently was a very small program at the beginning. This program was used to receive subsequent codes. As long as it was installed, the larger and more complex software could be directly transmitted over.
Bai Zhen's plans went on smoothly. He showed off his skills on his computer to others. He typed fluently, switched pages one after another, and used Ctrl C and Ctrl V with ease, looking like a top hacker.
"Look! Look! As long as it is installed, the first step of the long march will be taken! The first pile of the ten thousand zhang mountain of shit will be piled up!"
Bai Zhen patted the laptop on the sofa. On the screen was a stunning article he had written, using his years of C language skills and the flexible use of copy and paste.
"Whatever video compression software, image processing software, signal modulation software, Adoubi software, CAD suite, Unity, Unreal 3, World of Warcraft and StarCraft, all can be transferred and installed with one click!"
Bai Yang couldn't help but look at his father with admiration.
He almost wanted to press his temples and scrape his eye sockets.
Dad is not just an ordinary online taxi driver, he is also a taxi driver who can copy and paste!
Bai Zhen had a lot of words to say, but when it came to BG4MSR, it was all wrong.
"BG4MSR, let's check again, check again--" Bai Yang sighed, holding the laptop in his hand, "Let's check the code again to see where the problem is. OVER."
"Well, well, let's check it again."
It's late at night again.
Since entering the programming program, Banxia and Baiyang have been trapped in endless self-examination and self-checking. They don't understand why a software of only a few KB would have more than a dozen different errors - the whole software is 4KB in size, with a data volume of 4,000 bytes. According to statistics, a total of twelve different errors occurred, with an average of one error for every 330 bytes. Every time Dad fixes an old BUG, two new BUGs will be generated at the same time. BUGs include but are not limited to black screen, black screen and black screen.
The same piece of code will have different bugs at different times, on different dates, and even when the motherboard is placed in different directions.
Wang Ning said, Xiao Yang, your father wrote a Feng Shui software.
It's just right for measuring the direction of people's graves. Don't hold any compass in your hand, just hold the motherboard. Whichever direction has a BUG, that direction is very unlucky.
"I don't want to look at it anymore, BG4MXH, I don't want to look at it anymore, it hurts my eyes." Banxia rubbed her eyes. She had spent three days on this thing, reading the teacher's draft during the day and Bai Zhen's code at night. It was hard to say which one was more disorganized and unreasonable.
It's too hard for her.
“Hold on a little longer, miss. My dad said that if we fail tonight, he will find more professional people to help. The night before dawn is always the darkest. If you can get through this stage, you will surely succeed. OVER.” Bai Yang felt like he was an old con man promoting the theory of success.
"I don't want to bother with this anymore. It's too difficult, too difficult. I can't learn it at all..." Banxia hugged her knees pitifully, squatted on a chair, and cried, "I can't learn it!"
Bai Yang thought it was over, this was a sign of him being tired of studying.
Children's long-term poor academic performance and inability to keep up with the progress lead to a dislike for school.
What should parents do when they encounter this situation? Bai Yang's brain is working rapidly. What should parents do if their children are tired of studying?
Cancel the number and start over.
Pooh.
Appeal to their emotions, explain the reasons to them, build their confidence, and encourage them with earnest words.
"Miss, listen to me. This is a difficulty we must overcome. You have overcome so many difficulties, are you still afraid of this? Let's try one last time, okay? OVER."
"Really?" The girl sniffed. "It was agreed to be the last time."
"Well, for the last time, OVER."
Bai Yang is also an old scumbag. I don’t know how many times this is the last time, but every time is the last time.
Apparently this last time also failed -
"Cheer up, failure is the mother of success. Let's strike while the iron is hot and let failure give birth to success, young lady! Let's try one last time, and we will definitely succeed this time!"
"Miss, I have found the key to the problem! Let's try it one last time!"
"I swear to God, this is the last time tonight!"
"I quit! I quit!" Banxia threw herself on the bed, hugged the pillow, and buried her head in it. "Brother, please forgive me. Let me go. You can ask me to do anything. Just don't let me stare at these codes anymore... I am in so much pain."
"Miss."
"I quit."
"Miss."
"I quit!"
"Miss."
"I quit!"
"Do you want to see the Confucius Temple, Miss?"
Banxia buried her head in the pillow, lying motionless on the bed, holding a microphone in her hand. She lay there for a long time before she said sullenly, "I miss you."
"Do you want to see the Qinhuai River?"
"think."
"Do you want to see the shopping malls and cinemas in Xinjiekou?"
"You only know how to use these to seduce me! You are the devil!" The girl got up angrily and yelled at Shoumi, "Bad guy! Bad guy! Bad guy!"
"If you don't establish the image transmission link, I won't be able to send the photos to you, Miss. I promise you, if you can get it done, I will take pictures of whatever you want to see, and I will take you all over Nanjing, okay? OVER." Bai Yang threatened and tempted.
"Devil! Don't even think about exchanging my soul for the benefits you promised!"
"OK?"
"Well...it's a deal then." Banxia hung her head and slowly got up, "Remember to take pictures of me. I want Confucius Temple, Qinhuai River, and Xinjiekou!"
"Okay, I promise, I will take a picture for you, OVER."
"Then do it one last time."
The girl sat back in her chair, took a deep breath, gathered all her messy hair behind her head, patted her cheeks, and said to herself: You can do it! Banxia! You can do it!
Twenty minutes later.
"I can't do that..."
The girl looked at the error program, sighed to the sky, and felt hopeless.
She didn't understand why humans invented this thing that was comparable to torture, C language, fuck your mother.
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(Author's side story: Today, the author has been busy all day, going to Wuzhen to attend the annual World Internet Conference.)
(End of this chapter)
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