In a blink of an eye, the day has passed.

Alley Cafe, this is a small shop located on the edge of Poly City.

Because it is located on the edge of the city and there are few people around, the business of the cafe at the corner of the alley is very bleak, and basically only a few regular customers will sit here for a while in the afternoon.

However, relatively speaking, few customers also mean quietness. With the warm and plain decoration of the cafe, the small shop has a leisurely atmosphere, especially in the afternoon, you don’t have to be busy with life. Sitting here and order a cup of coffee and drinking it for the afternoon is also a kind of enjoyment.

Unfortunately, this leisurely atmosphere has been broken today.

A few young people who became regular visitors because they fell in love with the atmosphere here came here to rest for a while, but what they heard was the continuous "slap" sound.

The direction of the sound was a small table by the window. To be specific, it was actually a laptop keyboard typing on a young man on the small table.

The young man is a little handsome and bookish, but he is very handsome. At least he is not a regular visitor here. There are only a few people who often come here, and they are familiar with each other even without communication.

To be honest, the sound of young people typing on keyboards is not loud. After all, it is a laptop keyboard, and most of them do not have too loud noises.

But I couldn't stand the cafe around it, the streets were crowded and there were no vehicles passing through. There were also needles in the room to be heard. The only few guests were just doing their own things, or quietly tasting the things in the cup, or flipping through a book, but they made a slight rustling sound of pages turning.

In this scenario, the sound of the laptop keyboard typing naturally seems a bit abrupt.

And more importantly, this young man taps the keyboard too quickly. The crackling sounds are like raindrops. Even if the sound of the same button is small, it will make his scalp numb when mixed.

Is it that you are entering any manuscript?

Some commoners felt a little confused.

It is not very rare to bring some work here to complete if conditions permit, but the speed of this young man tapping the keyboard is too exaggerated. It is obviously impossible to write anything. Whether it is creation or writing documents, the basic thinking process is necessary.

Therefore, it is obvious that this young man is simply copying something, manually converting paper documents or other carriers into data stored in the computer.

In short, it is to act as a typist.

But what era is this!

Manual entry? Isn’t it enough to just put it on the scanner and scan it once? It only takes one or two seconds, which is simple and fast, and you don’t have to run here to disturb their rare rest and relaxation time.

Either just type at home, or even slow down the typing speed!

Isn't this intention to disturb the people? If a irritable man is here, he will definitely drive this bastard out.

Unfortunately, it is impossible for the irritable brother and impatient to like the environment here. For them, this kind of quietness and the place where birds fade out is boring, so it is naturally impossible to come here specifically. Most of the guests who can come here are long-term mentally tense and desire quietness and relaxation.

However, as time went by, a customer finally couldn't help it.

After all, he came here to enjoy the quietness, rather than enjoying the annoying keyboard typing sound. He usually wanted to vomit when he heard this broken sound, but now he still listened to it. The gap between expectations and reality caused his patience to be reduced to the limit.

"Brother, stop, can you find a printing shop to scan the things you want to enter? I can pay for it, your voice is too noisy."

A young man wearing a straight steel plaid shirt with a slightly taller hairline on his head walked over with a little anger.

But as soon as he finished speaking, the expression on the face of the man in the plaid shirt who was on the laptop screen instantly turned into shock.

There were no expected paper documents behind the notebook, and they were empty.

Then, the notebook screen is not displaying any document software, but it makes him very familiar, and even familiar with it so much that he feels drowsy and even wants to vomit when he sees it - the programming software interface.

In other words, this bastard is not only not copying things, but also programming?

When is programming so simple? Writing a program shouldn’t be a line of code. Wouldn’t it take to write a piece of code for a day and then check for omissions and fill in the gaps for several days?

Am I actually a poor student? This is the correct way to open programming? I worked overtime until the early morning hours a while ago and had hallucinations of my energy?

As a senior programmer, the man in a plaid shirt fell into self-doubt with serious reluctance.

No, no, he might write all the code out because of inspiration and then slowly modify it. There should be many bugs, so it makes sense.

The moment his brain crashed, the man in the plaid shirt barely found a possibility that could convince him.

Then, he saw the young man who was lowering his head and typing the code paused his hands because of his voice, silently pressing the shortcut key for the compilation trial run, and then looked up. His face was full of doubt, but he turned into apologies.

A man in a shirt plaid instinctively looking towards the center of the screen.

There is no such “clang” sound and prompt box that he regards as a nightmare and natural disaster.

He naturally knew what this meant.

No bug reports, the compilation and operation pass perfectly, and the program starts normally...

The man in the shirt plaid mouth gradually opened and fell into a petrochemical state.

"Scan? Uh, don't mean it, is it too loud? Sorry, I was too focused just now and didn't notice it. I will try to slow down as soon as possible."

Li Si looked at the man in the plaid shirt in front of him, and a little apology appeared on his face.

He is not the Ao Tianliu character who is tempted by the sky, earth and air, and he is also in the wrong, so this apology is really from the heart.

I got used to the high concentration brought by R&D skills in the game. I was addicted to "copying" Bumblebee's code and gradually fell into it, and didn't pay much attention to the surroundings.

"What are you...what are you writing?"

The man in the shirt plaid didn't pay attention to the culprit, but just dumbfounded and asked in a daze.

"Well, I'm programming, a program software."

Li Si glanced at the man in front of him and his hairline facing a bald crisis, and hesitated for a while before answering.

After all, the iconic dress of the plaid man is the standard for all programmers throughout history. He thought that this was also a programmer, but now it seems that he is engaged in other creative industries, otherwise it would be impossible for him to even recognize the programming interface.

"Of course I know it's software. I'll ask you what software you do."

The man in the shirt saw Li Si's puzzled expression, and didn't know whether he encountered it frequently or suddenly understood it. He actually understood the meaning of this doubt. He was furious immediately, but he forced himself to endure it.

"What's wrong with a fuzzy speech recognition module of an intelligent system?"

Li Si was stunned by the inexplicable anger in the tone of the plaid man in the shirt.

“…”

silence.

“…”

Be silent again.

After a moment, the man in the shirt had a dazzling light in his eyes. The God of Licking Dogs possessed him and said with hope and expectation: "Big Boss, no, great god, please teach me how to speed over ten thousand yuan per hour, I am willing to pay the tuition fee."

"The speed is over 10,000? Is it a code-word dog that is as famous as programmers..."
Chapter completed!