I am weak and friendly

Chapter 27 Tang Yiping's First Open Source Project (Please Read More and Vote!)

Not far from the small square, in a private room of a casual restaurant, the food was pushed aside, and two laptops were placed side by side in the corner of the table.

One is a high-end, lightweight model, while the other is quite ordinary and has a crack that has been covered with transparent tape.

Tang Yiping's laptop was finally fixed by his mentor, but there was still a problem with the connection. The screen would go black if the opening angle was incorrect or if the typing motion was too large. Tang Yiping had figured out the pattern: when the screen went black, he would tap it a few times and it would light up again.

At this moment, Lao Zhang was staring wide-eyed at the code that Tang Yiping had sent him, his eyes almost popping out of their sockets in shock.

"How did they do that?! How did they do that?!"

Mr. Zhang works as a technician at a brain-computer interface startup.

This is a very cutting-edge research field, closely related to various advanced technologies, and strongly associated with machine learning and AI. Tang Yiping's work is in his area of ​​expertise.

The reason he worked on brain-computer interfaces was because he believed that relying solely on visual and speech recognition was insufficient to enable people with communication difficulties to communicate normally with others.

But... Tang Yiping did it, and he accomplished it with only a dozen or so poorly written lines of code and a few hundred lines of stuff that he didn't quite understand.

Yes, the parts he could understand were written extremely poorly.

But those other hundreds of lines of stuff he couldn't understand made all the boasts he'd made in his industry over the past decade come true.

We will still use a method that has nothing to do with brain-computer interfaces.

The scariest thing in the world is when someone enters your area of ​​expertise.

Either the halo filter of an expert's originally lofty persona is instantly shattered.

Or someone is instantly showered with a halo, achieving physical sainthood and becoming someone to be worshipped.

In Lao Zhang's eyes, Tang Yiping was the latter.

Old Zhang felt that he had wasted the last forty years of his life. He now worshipped Tang Yiping so much that he wanted to prostrate himself before him and kowtow to him a few more times.

Of course, this admiration and respect is limited to the core parts. To be objective, and to put it more politely, or to exaggerate a bit, or even shamelessly boast, the rest of the software is about the same level as the new recruits they just hired this year.

The degree of horizontal separation between these two parts is simply shocking.

Normally, Lao Zhang would suspect that the project wasn't written by Tang Yiping, but rather given to him by someone else.

But just now, Tang Yiping directly modified part of the core on the spot, and when he gave it to Zhang Zitong to use, the accuracy rate instantly increased by a lot.

Old Zhang felt like the whole world had become magical.

Tang Yiping did something even more bizarre: he actually tried to teach Lao Zhang how to directly modify the core.

After Lao Zhang's CPU was burned out, Tang Yiping gave up dejectedly.

In Lao Zhang's view, Tang Yiping's "FOEW" project was like putting an anti-gravity engine into a manure cart.

It can run, but it's too damn Cthulhu-esque, making you lose sanity like crazy.

"Isn't the code I wrote pretty bad?" Tang Yiping asked cautiously from the side.

There's a sense of unease about seeking feedback from seniors.

Old Zhang wasn't his colleague, so he felt less pressure when he showed it to Old Zhang.

Yes, it's rotten.

Old Zhang thought to himself.

But Old Zhang wouldn't say that; he would say:

"Wow, your code is really well written! And it's kind of old-fashioned, very stylish."

This is how people with high emotional intelligence speak.

"Really?" Tang Yiping's eyes lit up.

"Of course," Old Zhang boasted, forcing himself to be polite.

Could it be that I'm not that bad? Tang Yiping became happy. Oh, that's great.

"Then... can I open-source this project? I hope no one will laugh at me..." Tang Yiping asked again.

"I promise, absolutely not." Old Zhang's scalp was practically tingling. As someone who had made a living through his skills, he rarely said such a lie in his entire life.

"Then I'll go back and upload this project online." Tang Yiping was both happy and nervous.

This is the first open-source project I've ever released!

"Then I'll be the first contributor!" Old Zhang said. "I'll do some research, write some documentation, then work on compatibility with other phones, and maybe even 3D print some dedicated hardware! Please review it for me, sir!"

Then, secretly, discreetly, and quietly, I'll revise the parts you've written terribly.

Old Zhang thought to himself, "Okay, okay." Tang Yiping nodded repeatedly, "Brother Zhang, if you're designing hardware, why don't you start your own project? That way we can support each other, and I don't know anything about hardware, so you can review it yourself!"

"No problem. Separating the hardware parts is indeed better. You can keep the most core and critical parts here, and others can develop other forms of hardware based on your project, forming a huge matrix."

"How about... we start now? I've never launched my own project before, Brother Zhang, can you teach me!"

"Great! Do you have an account, sir?"

In this world, there are not only certain pornographic websites, but also the world's largest gay dating website.

Sometimes, the latter is even more attractive than the former.

"Are you two going to eat or not?!" Sister Gao was almost exasperated. She and Zhang Zitong had already finished eating, but the two of them hadn't touched their chopsticks at all.

They invited Tang Yiping to dinner to express their gratitude, but instead, he didn't eat a single bite! The dishes on the table all went cold!
This is nothing!

Why do men get so happy, so excited, and so engrossed in discussing programming?
More addicted than to games.

"Right away, right away!" Old Zhang waved dismissively, then asked, "Big Boss, have you logged in yet? What's your ID...?"

Another half hour passed before Tang Yiping finally posted his first project.

"0xT1P/FOEW-Fxxx Off Error Wall", version 0.1.

Almost immediately, there was a star, a watching, and then a fork.

This is roughly equivalent to a like, a follow, and a quote on social media.

Old Zhang, a die-hard fan of Tang Yiping.

"Come on, let me write the documentation for the big boss first!" Old Zhang said enthusiastically.

"Eat your food!!!" Sister Gao finally snapped, "Don't make me beat you up!"

Tang Yiping clearly said that he hasn't eaten since last night, and he still won't eat now!

If I don't yell at you, you won't know what to eat, will you?

"Okay, okay, I'll eat now!"

As Tang Yiping said this, he posted his open-source link on L, the programmer forum he frequented.

"I've open-sourced a new project, and I'd appreciate any guidance from you experts!"

I refreshed the page, but no one responded.

I refreshed the page again, but still no one responded.

He refreshed the page for as long as he ate, watching helplessly as the post sank to the bottom.

I went back and looked at my project repository. There was only one star, one watching, and one fork.

Tang Yiping was very sad.

Meanwhile, seeing that the two had finally eaten, Sister Gao posted the video of Zhang Zitong communicating with her via mobile phone that day to one of her national mothers' chat groups.

The group chat exploded instantly.

After finishing his meal, Tang Yiping politely declined the family's warm invitation and their strong request to take him home, and drove his wheelchair to meet up with Aunt Zhang.

Before leaving, he wanted to ask a question, but hesitated and didn't.

He wanted to ask Zhang Zitong how she suffered brain damage.

Because he saw something corrupt in Zhang Zitong that he could acquire.

[The wisdom that was taken away].

It was taken away? This made Tang Yiping a little concerned.

Picking up trash is always a happy thing, but after a short while, Tang Yiping saw a girl in hot pants, a tank top, and green hair running wildly out of a nearby alley. Two policemen in green reflective vests were chasing after her, shouting, "Girl, don't run! We're police! Hey, why are you running? Don't run! If you run again, I'll really catch you! Don't run!!!"

Ahead, Lola was desperately running away, using both hands and feet, scrambling and crawling like a stray dog.

"...Don't get close to anything that crawls on all fours, and stay as far away as possible from the black and green striped ones..." Tang Yiping suddenly recalled Lola's strange rule tales.

He now knew what black and green stripes were.

Tang Yiping sighed and turned to Aunt Zhang beside him, saying, "Auntie, let's call it a day tonight."

It was my fault for not letting Auntie have a good time today.

(End of this chapter)