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

The plane trees along the campus provide ample shade, and dappled sunlight filters through the leaves onto the ground.

Ye Ming kept his head down and hurried along, his mind filled with matters concerning the Planning Association. He didn't notice anything as he turned the corner and bumped into someone.

"Clatter".

Several books were scattered among the sycamore leaves.

"I'm so sorry, I wasn't looking where I was going."

Ye Ming apologized repeatedly and quickly bent down to pick up the book, noticing the words "Embedded System" printed on it.

The moment my fingertips touched the book, I looked up at the other person and abruptly stopped.

The girl in front of me, her appearance came into view first.

It is exceptionally beautiful.

Her face was cool and gentle, with delicate eyebrows and eyes, a slender and smooth nose, and pale skin that looked as if it had been bathed in moonlight.

But what truly made his heart skip a beat wasn't just her stunning appearance.

She lowered her eyes slightly, her long eyelashes fluttering like butterfly wings, clearly very uncomfortable looking people in the eye.

After being bumped, her body instinctively flinched slightly, a faint blush spreading silently from her ears. Her voice was as soft as a feather brushing against a sycamore leaf: "I'm fine."

Ye Ming's heart stirred slightly.

No, what are you looking at?

He looked away and lowered his eyes to continue picking up the books.

The girl glanced up discreetly and gave him a quick look. The boy in front of her walked clumsily, but his apology was exceptionally sincere, and his eyes were open and honest, without a trace of frivolous scrutiny.

Ye Ming handed over the neatly arranged books.

The girl reached out to take it, her fingertips accidentally touching the back of his hand. She recoiled slightly as if she had been electrocuted, and her ears turned even redder.

She lowered her eyes, not daring to look at him.

Ye Ming hesitated for a moment: "Excuse me, which direction does the Computer Association go?"

After a moment's thought, the girl raised her slender finger and gently pointed forward: "Go straight ahead and turn right at the second intersection."

"Thanks."

Ye Ming nodded his thanks, then turned and quickly left.

The girl, clutching the book in her arms, also lowered her head and walked in the opposite direction, her steps light, as if afraid of disturbing the dappled sunlight filtering through the plane trees along the road.

The two did not exchange names or have any further communication.

After taking a few steps, Ye Ming suddenly stopped and wanted to look back.

Why go back? We're not even that close.

I took two more steps.

It's not illegal to just take a look.

He glanced back.

The light blue figure had already walked away, and sunlight filtered through the sycamore leaves, falling on her shoulders and swaying gently.

I'm really sick.

He looked away and continued walking forward.

The wind blew through the sycamore leaves, shaking off a few pale yellow leaves that swirled gently behind the two of them before settling quietly on the sun-dappled path.

Following the directions, Ye Ming quickly found the computer association's computer room.

The door was ajar, and the crisp sound of keyboard typing could be heard from inside.

He pushed open the door and saw a boy sitting in front of a computer, typing code without even looking up.

Ye Ming stepped forward: "Hello, classmate. I am a freshman in the Humanities Experimental Class. I would like to ask about learning programming and how to join the Computer Association."

The boy had just typed a line of code when an error occurred, a red screen filled with error messages. His brow furrowed, and his voice betrayed barely suppressed frustration: "Humanities? What are liberal arts students doing learning programming?"

Just as Ye Ming was about to speak, the other party waved his hand and said, "We're not recruiting now, and the computer lab isn't open to outsiders. Come back when the school recruits new students."

After saying that, he lowered his head again and continued typing on the keyboard.

Ye Ming stood still, without moving.

A moment later, without looking up, the boy added, "Besides, you're a liberal arts student. Even if you apply, you probably won't be accepted. Liberal arts students have come to ask before, but they all fell behind and dropped out."

Liberal arts students can't learn it, can't get admitted, and can't stay.

Ye Ming neither offered an explanation nor pressed for further questions.

He stood silently for two seconds, staring at the code flashing on the computer screen.

What's wrong with liberal arts students? Do code even have to be divided into liberal arts and science "fathers"?

He didn't argue, just nodded slightly, turned around and walked out of the computer room.

The moment he closed the door, not a single thought of giving up crossed his mind.

It's better if it's difficult.

The Computer Science Association is located on the west side of the campus, not far from the school library.

Without the slightest hesitation, Ye Ming turned straight into the library.

He went straight to the third floor, the computer technology and website development section, and carefully searched through the rows of bookshelves, specifically looking for books that explained the underlying logic and basic architecture.

"Website Building from Beginner to Expert", "Web Frontend and Backend Infrastructure", "Small Website Development Process and Design", "Web Page Operating Principles and Service Deployment"

He carried four or five books of varying thicknesses, found an empty seat by the window, took out two pens, one black and one red, from his bag, and pulled out a brand new notebook.

If you don't understand it, just memorize it first.

If you can't figure it out, just mark it.

A black pen is used to copy down key sentences from a book.

A website consists of a "front-end" (the page seen by the user) and a "back-end" (the logic for processing data).

First design the architecture, then write the code to implement it.

Web pages require a server to run.

I use a red pen to circle important points and to put a big question mark on anything I don't understand.

What specific language is used to write the front-end?

How do you connect the backend and the frontend?

How can an individual create the simplest website architecture?

The further I read, the more unfamiliar terms I encountered, and the red question marks gradually became denser than the black pen notes.

He didn't give up immediately; he simply marked the parts he didn't understand.

Even if you only understand the most basic logic of "websites being divided into front-end and back-end", it's better than standing still.

As the light outside the window gradually dimmed, he sat quietly for nearly two hours.

The notebook was filled with dense black writing and red markings, and covered with crooked but clear architectural sketches.

He didn't close his book until the library lights came on with warm yellow light, then borrowed the stack of reference books and left the library with them in his arms.

Night was falling.

Ye Ming carried a stack of computer books and slowly walked back to dormitory 204 of Taoyuan Dormitory 7.

Pushing open the door, Chen Mo, Zhou Lei, and Lin Hao were chatting together.

Upon seeing him, Zhou Lei immediately winked and said, "Class monitor, you're finally back! You were so ruthless during the afternoon class meeting, you practically made Xu Wei the Youth League secretary! Everyone saw that glare she gave you!"

Lin Hao laughed along, "That's right, you two are going to have a lot to fight about in the future."

Chen Mo smiled and gave a thumbs up: "Not bad, Ye Ming."

Ye Ming gently placed the book on the corner of the desk, ignoring the teasing remark, and simply replied, "Just a casual suggestion."

He paused, then remembered the way that brat had puffed out her cheeks and glared at him, and couldn't help but smile.

Chen Mo, with his sharp eyes, exclaimed, "Oh, who did you think of?"

What are you thinking about? Can't you think about code?

Ye Ming ignored him, pulled up a chair and sat down. Under the dormitory light, he continued to look down at his notebook, his black and red pens moving alternately as he focused on filling in the gaps in his understanding of the questions he hadn't figured out that afternoon and refining the architectural sketches.

The pile of computer books on the table, which had nothing to do with humanities, quickly caught the attention of the three of them.

Zhou Lei leaned closer and whispered, "Why are you carrying so many computer books? We're liberal arts students."

Ye Ming paused, pen in hand, without looking up: "Just browsing, trying to learn something."

"Why learn this?" Zhou Lei asked, puzzled. "I'm not going to be a programmer in the future."

Ye Ming didn't answer, but continued to write and draw in his notebook.

Chen Mo glanced at him, didn't ask any further questions, turned around and took an apple out of the cabinet, handing it to him: "Don't stay up too late tonight, you have class tomorrow."

Ye Ming paused for a moment, then took the apple: "Thanks."

Chen Mo waved his hand and climbed into bed.

Not long after, the dormitory lights-out bell rang, plunging the entire building into darkness.

Ye Ming took out his phone and, using the dim backlight, added a simplified website architecture sketch to the end of his notes.

Fingertips landed on the crooked arrows and squares on the paper.

I used to know nothing and lived in a daze.

Now that I know a little bit, I realize I know nothing at all.

The page was full of question marks, all things we hadn't even begun to understand.

He remained silent in the darkness for a moment, then, using the faint backlight of his phone, wrote a line in his notebook:

"Go to the Computer Association again tomorrow."

The pen paused, and then added a sentence below:

"Every hurdle is difficult to overcome, but every hurdle will be overcome. Everything is difficult to accomplish, but everything will be accomplished!"