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

The people in the computer room gradually dispersed.

Ye Ming glanced at the time; it was just past nine o'clock. The night outside the window was already deep, with a few stars hanging sparsely.

"That's enough for today." He closed his laptop, stood up, and stretched his wrists. "I have classes tomorrow, so I should go home and get some rest. I'll continue working on it tonight if I have time."

Li Yue stretched and got up from the chair: "Okay, I'll head out now. I have a major class tomorrow morning."

Zhang Yuan nodded, closed the code interface, and packed his things.

Xu Wei closed her notebook, glanced at Ye Ming, and smiled gently and warmly: "See you tomorrow."

She stood up and walked out with Ruan Xing.

"See you tomorrow, Ye Ming." Ruan Xingchong waved to him.

Ye Ming nodded and waved goodbye to the two.

Several male students from the School of Humanities also got up one after another, chatting and laughing as they walked out.

Chen Mo was the last to stand up, and patted Ye Ming on the shoulder: "Let's go."

Ye Ming nodded and waved goodbye.

The doors closed one by one, and the footsteps gradually faded into the distance.

The computer room quieted down, with only the hum of the air conditioner and the sound of several computer cooling fans that were still running.

Ye Ming didn't leave immediately. He sat down again and opened the event database folder that Xu Wei had sent him last.

Over an afternoon and an evening, eight people worked together, starting with stumbles and gradually getting better at writing, eventually accumulating over three hundred new events.

Adding to the ones I wrote sporadically before, the total database now has almost 800 entries.

He flipped through the pages one by one.

The daily lives of physical education students are vividly portrayed, the small events on campus are delicate and touching, and the imaginative events are surprisingly interesting.

While coordinating and writing, Xu Wei also took the time to correct those with incorrect formatting and illogical points, and wrote more than twenty of her own.

He recalled that data: when "Life Restart Simulator" was launched, the initial event database only had 1,500 entries.

At this rate, I can save enough in two more days.

However, you can't just throw everything into Curry's basket. You have to categorize and filter.

Campus, workplace, romance, and imaginative... He roughly listed several categories in his mind, about ten or so.

Tomorrow morning, we can divide the tasks among everyone in the group, with each person focusing on one or two areas, which will improve both quality and efficiency.

Once these people get comfortable with writing, we can let them try writing talent cards, equipment cards, and character cards to support the entire card system.

When it goes live, we'll start with 500 carefully selected articles.

In a couple of days, we'll release a separate campus event pack, and in another couple of days, an emotional event pack, followed by workplace packs, brainstorming packs, and so on. We'll update in batches to keep things fresh for players.

He leaned back in his chair and glanced out the window. The moonlight was bright.

After a while, he closed his computer, stood up, and turned off the lights in the computer room.

The corridor was quiet, and moonlight slanted in through the windows, falling in patches on the floor.

He pushed open the door and stepped into the moonlight.

Moonlight fell on the windowsill of the School of Information Science and Technology's experimental building.

The laboratory at the end of the corridor was still lit, its warm white light seeping through the cracks in the door and spreading in a small patch in the dimly lit hallway.

It's so late, there's hardly anyone in the building, just the buzzing of the air conditioner unit and the occasional chirping of insects.

Shen Zhiyi sat alone in front of the lab table.

She was wearing a lab coat, the front buttoned up neatly, with the cuffs rolled up slightly to reveal the edge of a dark blue sweater underneath.

The collar of her white lab coat was slightly open, making her neck appear even longer, and her pale skin was almost translucent under the fluorescent lights. Her long hair was loosely tied back, with a few stray strands falling down beside her ears.

The fluorescent light fell on her face, outlining her cool and aloof features—a face that made people afraid to speak loudly.

Her eyebrows and eyes were very light, like a stroke of ink in a traditional Chinese painting, yet they were so clear that it was impossible to look away.

Her nose was straight and delicate, her lips were light in color, and when she lowered her eyes, her eyelashes cast a small shadow on her face, like moonlight falling on frost.

The laboratory was very quiet.

The oscilloscope screen in front of me glowed faintly, and green waveforms pulsed slowly.

On the soldering station next to it were unfinished circuit boards, and the soldering iron was still plugged into the stand, its heat still lingering.

There was a faint pine scent in the air, the smell left after the rosin solder wire had burned.

The indicator lights on various instruments flickered, flashing red and green lights in the dim corner.

She had been staring at the SEP4020 development board in front of her for a long time.

A scene kept replaying in my mind: Ye Ming's shattered phone screen, the chipped piece in the upper right corner, and the determined tone in his voice when he said "I want to make phones."

She remembered what he had said on the bus.

"If I were to design a phone, I would use a single piece of black tempered glass, with no buttons on the front. It would be invisible unless illuminated. When powered on, it would be a single screen, and when powered off, it would be a single piece of glass."

At that time, she just listened and thought the idea was beautiful.

Now, this idea has taken root in her heart like a seed.

She picked up a pen and drew a sketch on the draft paper.

This is not a development board solution for a competition. It's a real, usable mobile phone.

It measures 115mm × 60mm × 12mm, slightly smaller than the iPhone 3GS.

The front is a single piece of glass with no openings.

At the bottom of the screen, she drew several dotted lines and marked them: Capacitive touch hidden button, invisible when the screen is off, and faintly illuminated when the screen is on.

The back has a clean design with the camera embedded in the upper left corner.

She plans to use white acrylic for the back panel, polish it, and then spray it with pearlescent paint so that it will have a warm luster under the light. Although it doesn't have the texture of ceramic, it is clean enough and light to hold.

After she finished drawing, she stared at the picture for a long time.

Moonlight streamed in through the window, falling onto the paper and mingling with the light from the fluorescent lamp.

The lines seemed to come alive in the light and shadow, lying there quietly, as if waiting for someone to bring them to life.

She suddenly remembered that when he said those words on the bus that day, the sunlight was falling on his profile.

He said it so casually, as if it were just a casual remark, but her heart skipped a beat.

She knew then that every word this person said was sincere.

She looked at the complete glass panel on the drawing and imagined what it would look like when the screen was off—pure black and clean, like the night outside the window at that moment.

When the screen is on, the buttons glow faintly, like moonlight falling on the water.

If he could actually make it, would he be happy?

The moment the thought crossed her mind, her face suddenly flushed.

She quickly lowered her head, her gaze returning to the SEP4020 development board in front of her.

Running Android on this chip is too difficult. She tried it, and even if she cut all the system services she could, the smoothness was still not good, and it would crash after only a few minutes.

But she wanted more than just a working development board.

She wanted to make a truly usable mobile phone.

The front is a single piece of glass with no unnecessary buttons; the back panel is clean and smooth, as beautiful as ceramic.

After booting up, the system should be smooth, the touch screen should be sensitive, and it should not lag when used.

That person needs to be able to use it.

She bit her lip, picked up her phone, found Teacher Shi Xinglong's number, and dialed it.

The phone rang a few times before being answered.

"Hello Professor Shi, I am Shen Zhiyi, a sophomore majoring in Information Engineering... I'm bothering you so late because I have something I'd like to ask you."

A calm voice came from the other end of the phone: "Zhiyi, what's up?"

"I want to modify the design of the embedded systems competition project I previously signed up for."

Shen Zhiyi paused, her voice soft but clear, "I want to replace the SEP4020 with the SEP6200 and make a truly usable smartphone. I want the front to have a single piece of glass, capacitive touch, and the system to run Android smoothly."

There was a two-second silence on the other end of the phone.

Shi Xinglong's voice held a hint of interest: "SEP6200 running Android? You've tried it before?"