Reborn not to be a beast of burden, I set the rules.

"Thank you, Teacher Zhang!" Ye Ming stood up again, this time with heartfelt sincerity.

Zhang Bingwen waved his hand, and before leaving, as if remembering something, he took out his phone from his pocket.

"Let's exchange contact information. I worked on distributed systems at Baidu for a few years before coming back to teach. I found that what can help people the most isn't the most advanced technology, but helping them take those initial steps solidly. If you young people are willing to take those steps, I'm happy to lend a hand."

Ye Ming stood there, stunned.

Thousands of degrees.

Distributed system.

This teacher is a real genius.

And he has good character.

He nodded solemnly.

Zhang Bingwen nodded, said nothing more, and turned to leave the computer room.

The door closed gently.

The computer room fell silent again.

This teacher is genuinely trying to help me.

He sat back down in his chair, not immediately continuing to code. Instead, he turned to a new page of his notebook and neatly wrote two lines at the top:

1. Naming. Eliminating ambiguity.

2. Boundaries: Front-end, back-end, and data.

Then, he started drawing three boxes and arrows below, trying to place the vague idea of ​​"starting over" in his mind into this map he had just obtained.

The frustration brought on by setbacks has long since vanished. In its place is a calm, steadfast sense of direction.

Stepping out of the server room, Ye Ming felt a surge of inexplicable warmth.

Reborn, he steadily made his way forward, encountering only good people along the way.

Around 9 p.m., Ye Ming returned from the computer room.

In the dormitory, Chen Mo had already finished washing up and was lying in bed. Hearing the door open, he turned over.

Why are you so late today?

Ye Ming put down his schoolbag and lowered his voice so as not to wake Zhou Lei and Lin Hao, who were already asleep: "I ran into a teacher and chatted with him for a while."

Chen Mo said "Oh," and after a few seconds of silence, suddenly asked, "Ye Ming, what are you trying to achieve by working so hard these past few days?"

Ye Ming was taken aback.

Chen Mo's voice was soft in the darkness, without any malice, just pure curiosity: "We're only freshmen, we're still a long way from graduation. Aren't you tired of spending all your time in the computer lab learning things that liberal arts students don't need?"

Ye Ming did not answer immediately.

The materials are never-ending.

The female leader's loud voice.

When she fell to the ground, only Xu Wei came forward.

One such day is enough.

"I'm tired," he said, "but it's more fulfilling than being idle."

Chen Mo did not respond.

After a while, Ye Ming said again, "Don't you read books every day too? How many times have you read that 'History of Western Philosophy'?"

Chen Mo laughed: "That's different, I really like it."

"Me too," Ye Ming said. "I really want to learn."

After a few seconds of silence, Chen Mo turned over, facing away from him, and said in a muffled voice, "Fine, then take it easy and don't stay up too late."

Ye Ming hummed in agreement.

Moonlight streamed in through the window and fell on the edge of the bed.

He didn't say anything more, but he knew in his heart that this brother was concerned about him.

On Friday afternoon, Ye Ming had just come out of the computer room when he ran into Wang Chao, who was waiting at the door.

"Ye Ming! Wait a minute!"

The voice was deliberately raised, attracting the attention of several students passing by.

Ye Ming paused, then looked up at him.

Wang Chao strode forward, a "I'm doing this for your own good" expression on his face, but his eyes betrayed barely concealed excitement: "Let me tell you, Su Qing has a boyfriend. Stop texting her all the time, stop doing these pointless things!"

Ye Ming looked at him with a calm gaze, as if he were looking at a clown jumping around.

"You like Su Qing, but you can't get her, so you're upset about the messages she sent me and that's why you're warning me?"

Wang Chao's face froze instantly.

A few low gasps of surprise rose from the surrounding area.

The students passing by slowed down, their faces showing a "wow" expression.

Wang Chao's eyes darted around in panic, his voice trembling: "You... what nonsense are you talking about! I didn't!"

Ye Ming's tone remained calm: "Whether Su Qing has a boyfriend or not is none of my business. I haven't replied to a single one of her messages. Your little tricks are pointless."

Each word struck Wang Chao's heart like a heavy hammer.

He opened his mouth, his face turning from red to pale, but he couldn't utter a single word in rebuttal for a long time. He turned and ran away, his back view flustered, and he almost tripped on the steps.

A few suppressed laughs came from behind.

Ye Ming withdrew his gaze and continued walking forward.

comfortable.

In the evening, Ye Ming came out of the server room and his phone vibrated.

Ruan Xing sent me this: "Hey deskmate! I saw a really funny joke today, I'm sending it to you!"

A string of text followed.

Ye Ming glanced at it but didn't reply.

A few seconds later, another message appeared: "You've been hanging around the server room again, haven't you? Your dark circles are going to get even worse!"

Another message: "Never mind, I won't bother you anymore. Remember to eat!"

Ye Ming stared at the screen, a smile unconsciously creeping onto his face.

He put his phone in his pocket and continued walking.

After walking for a while, he took it out again and replied, "Yes, thank you for your concern. You should also be careful when you go out to parties."

After sending it, he was stunned for a moment.

have a finger in the pie.

But since it's already been sent, I'm not going to think about it anymore.

Her phone vibrated again, and Ruan Xing replied with a smiley face: "Hehe, my deskmate is the best!"

Looking at that smiling face, Ye Ming suddenly remembered the SOS call she made that night in his past life.

This time, he won't let those things happen.

On Saturday morning, Ye Ming went to Professor Zhang Bingwen's office to ask him technical questions and benefited greatly from the advice.

In the afternoon, he carried a bag of apples and oranges he had just bought and walked to the dormitory building of Zhang Yuan, a key member of the Planning Association.

He knocked on the dormitory door, and Zhang Yuan was taken aback when he saw the fruit in his hand: "Ye Ming? What brings you here? And you brought something?"

Ye Ming handed over the fruit, his tone sincere: "Senior, you've helped me a lot in the computer lab. This is just a small token of my appreciation. There are many people in the dorm, so let's all eat together."

Zhang Yuan chuckled and stepped aside to let him in: "Come in, you're being too polite."

There were three or four people sitting in the dormitory, all of whom were key members of the Computer Association. I had seen them a few times in the computer lab.

Upon seeing Ye Ming, someone greeted him warmly: "Hey, our workaholic from the Planning Association is here!"

Another person laughed and said, "They're in the computer lab every day, working even harder than us computer science students!"

Ye Ming smiled and nodded in acknowledgment, then sat down on the edge of Zhang Yuan's bed.

The group discussed technical frameworks, computer room equipment, and the activities of the Computer Association.

Ye Ming listened quietly most of the time, occasionally interjecting a few words.

When asked about his initial motivation for learning programming, he simply said he wanted to create a practical personal website and earn some extra money.

After chatting for nearly an hour, Ye Ming got up to say goodbye.

Zhang Yuan saw him to the door and said in a low voice, "If you need anything in the future, just come to my dorm to find me. You don't need to bring anything. You're too kind."

Ye Ming agreed, but he knew in his heart that this fruit was a token of his appreciation and a stepping stone to integrate into the circle.

When I came out of Zhang Yuan's dormitory building, it was already quite dark.

Ye Ming walked back along the path, his mind still swirling with the technical topics they had just discussed.

I almost bumped into someone when I turned the corner of the dormitory building.

"Oh, I'm sorry!"

The person on the other end spoke first, their voice tinged with panic.

Ye Ming looked up and was stunned for a moment.

It is Lin Zhixia.

She was carrying a thermos, clearly having just come from the water room.

"Class monitor?" Lin Zhixia recognized him too, and breathed a sigh of relief. "You scared me."

Ye Ming nodded and stepped aside to let her go first.

Lin Zhixia didn't move. After hesitating for a moment, she asked softly, "Have you... been busy with some personal website lately?"

Ye Ming was taken aback: "How did you know?"

"She told me this when I accompanied Xu Wei to the School of Humanities," Lin Zhixia pursed her lips. "She said it's quite impressive that a liberal arts student like you is planning to create a personal website."

Ye Ming did not respond.

Lin Zhixia paused for a moment, then said, "I don't usually have any special skills, but... if you need any help... you can come to me."

Ye Ming looked at her.

In my previous life, I was ranked first in GPA during my sophomore year.

She also said that she didn't have any special skills?

"Okay," he said. "I'll contact you if I need anything."

Lin Zhixia smiled and nodded, then picked up the thermos and left.

The moonlight followed behind her, falling on the path.

Ye Ming stood there, suddenly realizing that most of the people he met in college were really nice.

As dusk settled, the lights gradually came on.

Ye Ming pushed open the door of dormitory 204 in Taoyuan Dormitory 7. Chen Mo was reading in the library and had not yet returned.

Zhou Lei was playing CrossFire as usual, with the "Fire in the hole" sound effect coming from the speakers, while Lin Hao lay on the top bunk chatting on his phone.

Everything was the same as usual, yet something seemed different.

Ye Ming sat down at his desk, opened his notebook, and went through what Zhang Bingwen had said that day.

Moonlight streamed in through the window and fell on his notebook.

He set a deadline for himself: before the holiday, he had to use the concept of "boundary" as he understands it today to draw a complete data flow diagram of the game prototype and produce the first working prototype draft of the game.