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

He put down the cup, opened the editor, and stared at the blank screen for a few seconds.

He has been looking at the code written by Li Yue and Zhang Yuan these days.

Once you understand it, you can follow most of the logic.

But understanding it is one thing, typing it out from scratch yourself is another.

Zhang Bingwen once said, "If your eyes are there but your hands aren't, your heart isn't there either."

He created a new file and started typing.

The sound of keyboards clicking filled the computer room.

Ruan Xing sat in the corner, biting a straw and staring at the screen.

She wrote very smoothly today.

First, I wrote about the scammers, and the more I wrote, the angrier I got, my fingers clattering as I typed.

As she finished writing, she paused, thought for a moment, and then typed another line:

[Incident] I was scammed out of 5,000 yuan by a startup team.

[Conditions] Intelligence ≤ 5, Family background ≥ 7

[Result] You paid 5,000 yuan. Three months later, this team made the news—it was a scam. (Family circumstances -1, Stress +10)

Save.

Then she stared blankly at the document.

Having finished writing about scammers, what's next?

She tilted her head and thought for a while, but couldn't come up with any ideas.

Turning her head to look at Ye Ming, she saw him staring at the screen, his brows slightly furrowed, his fingers tapping and pausing as if he were struggling with something.

She hesitated for a moment, then called out to him softly, "Ye Ming."

Ye Ming didn't turn around, but simply hummed in agreement.

"I can't write anymore," she said softly. "I only wrote about the parts about being scammed, and I don't know what to write after that."

Ye Ming then turned to look at her.

"Write what you know," he said. "Write what you feel most deeply."

Ruan Xing was stunned for a moment.

"The things you usually tell me, about Shanghai, about family, any one of them is better than what you're thinking."

Ruan Xing stood there, stunned.

She recalled the things she used to chatter about with him: the osmanthus flowers in the alley, the butterfly cookies her mother bought, and the small terrace of the old house.

She turned back and stared at the blank document.

Write about what you know, and what you feel most deeply.

She took a deep breath and began to knock.

On Ye Ming's side, the code on the screen kept piling up.

He created a new file, not by copying, but by writing it out himself.

It's like doing the example problems again after listening to a lecture.

First, build the framework, then the core logic: event triggering, attribute determination, and random number generation.

He typed line by line, following the train of thought he remembered.

If it doesn't work, modify it and try again.

The screen went white, so I had to start from scratch and add more code.

The page appeared, with a black background and white text.

It was incredibly ugly, but it started running.

He leaned back in his chair, stared at the few lines of text, and exhaled.

Then I continued writing, including user registration, login verification, attribute determination, etc.

Xu Wei sat in her seat, having already finished reviewing all the cases she had received that day.

She saved the file, sent it to Zhang Yuan, then leaned back in her chair and glanced at Ye Ming.

He was still typing away, his brow furrowed, very focused.

From her angle, she could see his profile; his lips were pursed, and he would occasionally pause to think before continuing.

She stared at him for a few seconds.

He never turned his head, never looked at her, never looked at anyone.

She usually liked seeing Ye Ming like this – serious and focused – but today she felt inexplicably embarrassed and annoyed.

She looked away and began packing her things.

Lin Zhixia also stood up, and the two walked outside.

As Xu Wei passed by Ye Ming, she paused for a moment.

He was still coding and didn't notice her.

She pursed her lips and walked out.

The corridor was quiet.

Lin Zhixia walked beside her, hesitated for a moment, and asked, "Aren't you going to say hello to him?"

Xu Wei shook her head: "He's busy."

Lin Zhixia glanced at her but didn't say anything more.

As they reached the dormitory building, Lin Zhixia suddenly asked, "Were you upset just now?"

Xu Wei paused for a moment, then said, "No."

Lin Zhixia smiled and said, "Okay."

The two went upstairs and returned to their respective dorm rooms.

The people in the server room left one after another.

Zhao Kai, Zhang Jian, Chen Yu, Sun Cheng, Ma Teng, one after another.

When Li Yue and Zhang Yuan left, they patted Ye Ming on the shoulder, but he didn't react. Neither of them called out to him again.

The computer room quieted down, with only the sound of keyboards remaining.

Ye Ming wrote about the "Lend Me Life" interface, which is the core social function of the game.

The front-end sends a request, the back-end determines the friend relationship, deducts coins, triggers an event, and settles the revenue share.

The logic is not complicated, but each link is connected to the next.

He finished writing, saved, and refreshed the page.

Error message.

Change it, then run it again.

pass.

He stared at the test output on the screen, his fingers resting on the keyboard, not moving.

From index.php to database connection, from event loading to property judgment, from user registration to "borrow my life", he typed out everything he could remember, understand, and previously thought "that's roughly how it is", and debugged it bit by bit.

He recalled that just a month ago, he was a liberal arts student who couldn't even recognize all the HTML tags.

The system running on this computer now—text files for storing event databases, MySQL for storing user data, relational tables for friend relationships, and ORDER BY for ranking lists—was all written by him.

He can understand every line of code, knows why it's written that way, knows what problems will arise if he changes it, and knows how to fix it.

He took a deep breath, saved the last piece of code, refreshed the page, and ran the entire process.

Registration, login, attribute allocation, event triggering, settlement, ending generation, and life borrowing – I've successfully completed every step.

From this day forward, this project truly belongs to him, every single line of it.

He leaned back in his chair, staring at the screen, and suddenly smiled.

It wasn't just happiness, it was that feeling of finally having a firm footing.

The ground beneath my feet wasn't sand, it was stone slabs.

He glanced at the time: 10:35.

The server room is empty.

Xu Wei's seat was empty; he didn't notice when she left.

At the other end of the server room, Ruan Xing was still there.

She bit her straw, stared at the screen, and tapped her fingers rapidly.

The milk tea was long gone; the cup lay empty on the corner of the table, and the straw was bitten flat.

He leaned back in his chair and didn't call out to her.

After writing the last line, Ruan Xing saved it and leaned back in her chair.

She stretched and turned to look at Ye Ming, who was staring at the screen, not moving.

"Ye Ming?" she called out.

He turned to look at her.

"I've finished writing," she said. "Take a look and see if it's okay."

She sent the document over.

Ye Ming opened the page and scrolled down one by one.

[Event] During summer vacation, Mom said she would take you to Europe. You said you wanted to go to Paris, and she said okay. You asked why, and she said girls should broaden their horizons.

【Conditions】Family background ≥ 8

[Result] You think to yourself, "So, I was scammed out of 5,000 yuan because I'm naive?" Your mom glares at you, but still takes you to Paris. (Happiness +5, Intelligence +1)

His lips twitched slightly; he's quite a good writer.

[Incident] At the entrance of Galeries Lafayette, a Gypsy woman stops you and holds up a signboard covered with writing, asking you to sign and donate.

[Conditions] Appearance ≥ 8, Intelligence ≤ 5

[Result] You just took out your pen when your mom pulled you back: "This is a wallet thief!" You were so scared you dropped the pen. From then on, your mom bought you a wallet with a zipper. (Intelligence +2, Stress +5)

He stared at "appearance ≥ 8" for two seconds; this person had set pretty high standards for himself.

However, they are all quite realistic, even modest.

[Event] I went to collect rent with my dad over the weekend. The tenant was an aunt who worked in foreign trade. She smiled and handed me a bag of imported snacks.

【Conditions】Family background ≥ 8

[Result] Your dad said not to always give the kid sweets, and your mom said, "Take it, take it." On the way home, your dad hummed a song. You still don't understand why you have to charge someone for letting them live in your house. (Happiness +3, obtained the tag "Daughter of the Landlady," subsequent rental income +10%)

He recalled her usual carefree and cheerful demeanor, then looked at the incident again. "The landlady's daughter"—that was quite fitting.

The following items describe old photo albums from Paris and small balconies in old villas, with one of the conditions being a family background of ≥9.

Ye Ming was stunned for a moment. He knew better than anyone how much the old villas in Shanghai would appreciate in value in the future.

Those are rare, antique-level assets in the city, with more than 4,000 existing units, but 90% of them belong to the state.

Only two or three hundred units are truly for individual buyers, and all the buyers are high-net-worth individuals.

This young Ruan, in his past life, only told him that he had eleven houses, but didn't tell him that they were old-style villas.

The contrast between her worrying about five thousand yuan and the reality made Ye Ming laugh out loud.

"What are you laughing at?" Ruan Xing leaned closer. "Is it poorly written?"

"No," Ye Ming said, "this isn't called a daily life series."

Ruan Xing paused for a moment, then asked, "What's it called?"

Ye Ming glanced at her: "Call me the 'Heiress Series'."

Ruan Xing blinked, then realized what she meant, and her face flushed red: "You!"

Ye Ming ignored her and turned back to typing in the chat box.

Ruan Xing leaned over to look, and he wrote four words in the remarks column: "Heiress Series".

"You're insulting me!" She reached out to grab the keyboard, but Ye Ming had already saved it.

Ruan Xing stared at the four words on the screen, her face flushed. She opened her mouth, then mumbled, "...Whatever."

She started tidying up her things.

The movements were exaggerated, but the corners of his mouth were turned up.

Ye Ming closed the editor and stuffed the notebook into his backpack.

The two went downstairs together.

The corridor was quiet, and moonlight streamed in through the windows, falling onto the floor.

As they walked downstairs, Ruan Xing suddenly said, "Let's go with the 'Heiress Series' then."

Ye Ming glanced at her.

"But you're not allowed to laugh," she added.

"I didn't laugh."