I am weak and friendly

Chapter 421 released overnight! FORK-Cane v0.1 released! (Seeking monthly votes at the beginning of the month)
"Hirako, Hirako! Get up! You're late!"

"Let me sleep a little longer..."

"Wake up! It's the first day of school. Do you want to be late for the first class?"

"Hmm...huh..."

"What time did you go to bed last night?!"

"Hmm...huh..."

What does "嗯呼" mean?
What time did they go to sleep?!
Xu Songnian was both amused and exasperated.

It felt like I was waking up my son who was in high school.

No, I have to wake my child up at home and at school. What's the point of all my schooling?
He checked the time on his watch; it was already past nine in the morning. Even with two long classes, it would be almost over by now, and there wouldn't be enough time to rush there.

Hmm, if I remember correctly, Pingzi's first big class today is Professor Zhou's class, so skipping it... should be fine, right?

Or should we let him sleep a little longer?
The question is, what was Hirako's second lesson again?

No, I can't let him sleep.

"Hirako, wake up, wake up! You really can't sleep anymore!"

"Uh-huh……"

This isn't his own son, otherwise he would have slapped him on the butt.

Stop sleeping! If you're going to sleep, go sleep in class!
Actually, it wasn't just Tang Yiping; he also went to bed very late last night and is still very sleepy right now. The problem is, he doesn't have class in the first period!
Last night, Xu Songnian and his group members chatted for a long time in the mutual aid group.

Although everyone was trying to remain calm, they were actually quite excited.

However, as blind people, many times it's not that they don't want to be optimistic, but that they dare not be optimistic.

Sometimes, aggression is used to mask this expectation and optimism.

For example, Old Zhao, who speaks very harshly.

Unlike its neighboring city of Hailing, which has a more commercial and modern atmosphere, Chuanling is a long-established industrial city with its main industries being smelting, chemicals, and machinery manufacturing. It is home to a variety of large, traditional enterprises with many years of history.

If a city has a thriving textile industry, its hospitals often excel in limb replantation.

Just as a city is filled with scattered debris, the proctology department often has a wealth of experience.

Just as a city where roosters often crow at midnight must have hospitals that are very good at treating genital warts.

In Chuanling, the advanced medical programs are "Fundus Burns", "Ocular Trauma", and "Corneal and Corneal Diseases".

It is one of the best in the country, and injured people from all over the country may come to seek medical treatment.

Yes, it is a great honor that Xu Songnian has also contributed his efforts to the scientific research work of one or two of these departments.

So when he wanted to do this cane project, the hardware wasn't actually difficult. Many people in the group joined in to varying degrees, trying their best to contribute to the cane project.

Everyone hopes to quickly make this walking stick into a usable finished product, fulfilling the teacher's long-cherished wish.

After all, the teacher is getting older every day, and his wife's time is running out.

Unfortunately, everyone came from an industrial background and was only good at manual labor. For example, in Tang Yiping's view, the ingenious use of the internal space of the cane was just basic stuff for them.

Assemble all the electronic components according to the manual. It just requires a little care when you do it, but it's not difficult.

Everyone in the group has their own unique skills. For example, Old Zhao, who has a very unpleasant way of speaking, used to be an industrial welder. He was the kind of person who could win a technical skills competition with his eyes closed. Later, after his eyes were burned, he actually put his skills to good use. It wasn't a waste of time to practice.

Well, that's a hellish joke.

These kinds of hilarious jokes are quite common in mutual aid groups.

Everyone has their own hell.

Even highly skilled people can sometimes be harmed by their own skills.

Old Zhao is just like that.

Later, after much painful reflection, Lao Zhao stopped doing high-temperature welding and opened a repair shop, making a living by repairing home appliances and mobile phones.

It crossed boundaries, yet it didn't.

Welding still has to be done, just at a lower temperature instead of a high temperature. Indeed, passion is eternal.

As the saying goes, "every profession has its own secrets." What Tang Yiping considers an amazing layout, Xu Songnian sees as just some flying lines. Of course, only Lao Zhao can turn flying lines into art.

But precisely because every profession is like a mountain, there are very few people in the entire group, and even in everyone's social circle, who understand coding.

After all, coding might cause high myopia at most, but it won't cause burns to the fundus, right?

We're really not in the same circle.

Xu Songnian has expanded his circle of friends.

Helpless, Xu Songnian sat down on the chair next to him and sent a message to Zhou Siyuan, explaining Tang Yiping's situation.

"Teacher Zhou, I'm asking for leave for Pingzi on your behalf. He didn't skip class on purpose; he just stayed up all night coding and overslept. I'm trying to wake him up..."

In classroom 302, Zhou Siyuan felt like he had switched to automatic mode.

Let your muscle memory carry you forward.

He lectured methodically, and the students listened methodically as well.

Everyone in the classroom was a little drowsy.

Actually, the first lesson is very important and should be more engaging. That way, the already dry and obscure knowledge might be able to flow into the students' clogged minds.

but……

He simply couldn't muster the energy.

It seemed as if a voice kept repeating in his ear, "The big shots wouldn't bother with your class. The big shots wouldn't bother with your class..."

Even listening to the same song on repeat isn't that annoying.

Ah, why hasn't the world ended yet!

After explaining another small point of knowledge, he looked up at the time.

Great, fifteen minutes left. Sigh, it turns out that lecturing can feel like an eternity.

Just then, his phone rang.

He took it out and glanced at it, and then...

"I see. Let him sleep. I'll ask his teacher for leave for his next class." Zhou Siyuan replied to the message with almost joy.

He looked up, a broad smile on his face.

Great, I can finally do something for the big boss.

Although it was just a trivial matter.

But this is the best start!

He asked the students below, "What's your next class?"

Upon hearing that the next class was about to begin, the students, who had been feeling drowsy and miserable, all showed expressions of utter despair.

"Mathematical analysis!"

Zhou Siyuan's expression changed slightly.

Oh no, this isn't an easy class.

It was not an easy course at all; in fact, it was a major course that was just as important as his data structures course.

Moreover, these are large lectures that last for three consecutive semesters!
The so-called "Mathematical Analysis" is an advanced version of "Advanced Mathematics". It is usually only studied by mathematics majors. It is more in-depth and advanced than the regular version of "Advanced Mathematics", and of course, it is also more difficult.

Most computer science departments only require taking "Advanced Mathematics," and only a very few schools require "Mathematical Analysis" for their computer science programs. Chuanling University is one of those schools.

Advanced programming skills are strongly correlated with mathematics.

Society is incredibly competitive these days, and while programming is becoming less lucrative, it remains a popular field. Therefore, many people switch to programming after completing a bachelor's degree in mathematics or a master's degree, making the competition extremely fierce. The importance of Mathematical Analysis is therefore self-evident.

"Who are your teachers?" he asked again.

"Donald Duck."

"Extinction Master".

"Iron-Blooded Divine Detective".

The answers were varied.

It gives the impression that "there's not enough room for many people here."

But Zhou Siyuan instantly extracted the key points from these slang terms.

Her surname is Tang, she likes to extend class time, she's female, and she likes to hang up on students...

The image of a woman in her fifties immediately came to mind.

The fear of being dominated resurfaced; it was a fear that trembled deep within my bones.

Oh no! This is bad!
"Wake him up, wake him up quickly, he absolutely cannot skip the next class!" He quickly sent a message to Xu Songnian.

Otherwise, even if you were Chen Jingrun reincarnated, she would still hang you!

Even the principal's arrival was of no use.

"!!!" Xu Songnian responded with a shocked emoji.

Xu Songnian, who also went to university, understood immediately.

He threw down his phone and shook Tang Yiping frantically: "Pingzi, wake up, wake up! You really can't sleep anymore!"

In the classroom, Zhou Siyuan put away his phone and looked up at the students in front of him.

Ah, although I can't even do the smallest thing for the big boss.

However, the expert doesn't look down on my class!
The big shot just overslept!

Ah, how wonderful the world is!
Ah, what vibrant faces I see before me!

Ah, what lovely young people they are!

Ah, they are all the future of our motherland, the future of humanity!

Come on, there are still fifteen minutes left, Zhou Siyuan, bring out your passion!

In the dormitory, Xu Songnian was on the verge of despair.

If he keeps shouting, he'll be late himself.

All he could do was shake him vigorously: "Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up..."

He moved a little too much and bumped into the mouse that Tang Yiping had placed on the bedside table.

On the table next to him, Tang Yiping's laptop was woken up and the screen lit up.

The mouse hovered over lines of code on the screen.

"Squeak—" A sharp sound came.

A series of completely unfamiliar characters suddenly entered Xu Songnian's ears.

Xu Songnian suddenly turned around and faced the direction from which the sound came.

This is a human's instinctive reaction to something terrifying.

what is this?
Wait, what did I just hear?
Is this human language?
Why do I have this fear of being dominated by the unknown?

Holy crap, this speed is even faster than eight times my own speed! Just how many times faster is this?

Hirako uses this kind of accelerated programming?
As Xu Songnian turned to look at the screen, Tang Yiping behind him suddenly sat up, his movements resembling a zombie, which startled Xu Songnian so much that he almost jumped up.

"Oh no, how did I fall asleep? I still have a PR application to review!" Tang Yiping exclaimed.

"Stop reviewing, hurry up, hurry up, we're going to be late!"

"Wait, wait, five minutes, five minutes..." Tang Yiping "spread" from the bed, his fingers gripping the laptop keyboard.

"Hey, no need to rush, this isn't something that can be done in a day or two..." Xu Songnian thought Tang Yiping was indeed a child, so impatient, not even wanting to wait a day.

You can't get fat in one bite, right?

But what could he say? He could only try his best to help.

"Where are your textbooks? Paper and pen..." Xu Songnian waved his white cane, feeling deeply troubled.

"Mmm—" Stokka picked up all of Tang Yiping's things.

Xu Songnian quickly helped Tang Yiping pack his things for class and put them into his wheelchair backpack.

In a daze, he had another illusion, as if he hadn't come to university and was still at home taking care of his little tyrant who secretly played on his phone at night and couldn't get out of bed in the morning...

This damn sense of déjà vu!
Sigh, I guess I wasted my time in college.

"Alright, alright, alright!"

Tang Yiping finished reviewing the last PR and clicked "Publish release".

Released!

Then, he glanced at the time and scrambled to his wheelchair.

"Let's go! Let's go!"

Then one, leaning on a cane, and the other, turning in a wheelchair, rushed out of the house in a panic, only to bump into each other at the doorway.

"..."

The two of them narrowly escaped falling to the ground together.

Tang Yiping politely declined the elder's offer, saying, "You go first."

"You go first... Oh, don't be so polite, hurry up and push your wheelchair out!" Xu Songnian pushed Tang Yiping's wheelchair out.

The two of them scrambled out of the dormitory building and parted ways at the intersection in front of it.

"I'm going to the second teaching building, where are you going?"

"I'm in the fourth teaching building today, oh no, I'm going to be late..."

"Run!" Xu Songnian shouted as he ran.

"Stoka, run faster! Run faster!"

On this day, many people could see a blind man waving his cane and shouting, "Make way, make way, please let me through, I'm going to be late!" as he ran.

A boy was using his dog to pull a wheelchair, as if he were driving an ancient Roman chariot.

While the two were running wildly down the road, a virtual machine was activated on a cloud server.

The code that was just modified was loaded by the virtual machine.

Then the processes proceed automatically, one by one.

Unit test... Test passed.

Compilation begins... Compilation complete.

The publishing page is being created.

All files have been uploaded.

Pushing an update request to the update push server...

FORK-Cane v0.1 released!

(End of this chapter)