We agreed not to date, so why are you crying now that I've become the richest man?

Shen Anran sent a message.

"I've already bought my train ticket back to the county town for the National Day holiday. When are you arriving home?"

Ye Chen glanced at the date.

"On the same day."

The other party replied almost instantly.

"real?"

"When have I ever forgotten something I promised you?"

After the message was sent, there was silence on the other end for about ten seconds.

Then, a train ticket information was sent over.

Ye Chen glanced at it and noted down the train number and arrival time.

Send me your arrival time again, and I'll come pick you up.

This time, Shen Anran remained silent for even longer.

"You didn't need to come all this way."

"On the way."

"Which route is convenient from Shanghai to the county seat?"

Ye Chen paused for a moment.

The next second, he replied with five words.

"I feel like I'm on the right track."

The message was sent, and the screen went silent.

One minute.

Two minutes.

Ye Chen placed his phone next to his pillow and was about to turn off the light when the screen suddenly lit up again.

There are only four characters.

"Then don't be late."

Ye Chen smiled.

"Won't."

In the girls' dormitory of Tianjin University.

Shen Anran huddled under the covers, clutching her phone.

The loose pajamas clung to her body, yet couldn't conceal her slender waistline. Her long, loose hair lay scattered on the pillow, her ears gradually tinged with red.

She stared at the five words "It's on my way" and looked at them over and over again several times.

My roommate rolled over and asked groggily:

"Anran, why is the light still on under your blanket?"

"Check the time."

"Does it take this long to check the time?"

Shen Anran immediately turned off the screen.

Why do you talk so much?

My roommate chuckled softly.

"Okay, I'm going to sleep. Some of you can keep checking the time."

"Go to sleep."

Shen Anran spoke coldly, but secretly tightened her grip on her phone a little.

In the darkness, she closed her eyes.

A few seconds later, I couldn't resist turning on the screen again.

She had already memorized the arrival time in the county town.

But she wanted to see those five words again.

On the other side, the lights were still on in the faculty offices of Jiaotong University.

Professor Zhou sat in front of the computer and had already run the computer room management program left by Ye Chen more than a dozen times.

The number of devices increased from 500 to 2,000.

Multiple classes applied for the computer lab at the same time.

Temporary equipment malfunction.

The course schedule conflicted.

A series of simulated data were fed into the program, and the results remained consistently stable.

There was no lag.

There was no collapse.

After the second round of fault simulation, the system quickly provided three new equipment allocation schemes.

Each plan also includes the reason for adjustment and its priority.

Professor Zhou did not click the mouse again.

He stared at the sorting logic on the screen for a long time.

This is no longer an assignment meant to be done in class.

The program will adjust priorities based on the number of students taking the course, device status, and historical usage.

If the equipment malfunctions, it can automatically provide alternative solutions to avoid the most congested times.

More importantly, Ye Chen reserved an expansion interface.

This means that when he wrote the first line of code, he didn't intend it to be a one-off classroom demonstration.

Professor Zhou leaned back in his chair, took out his phone, and found a number he hadn't contacted in a long time.

The phone rang several times before it was answered.

"Old Zhou?"

"It's so late, is something wrong?"

Professor Zhou looked at the computer screen and lowered his voice.

"I have a freshman here."

The person on the other end of the phone laughed.

"What's wrong with freshmen?"

Professor Zhou remained silent for a moment.

"He wrote a set of experimental resource scheduling programs."

"If the retesting with real data still produces the same results, then the way universities allocate their experimental resources may really need to change."

The laughter on the other end of the phone stopped.

Are you sure you're a freshman?

"I also hope I'm wrong."

Professor Zhou looked at the running interface and slowly uttered a sentence:

"But I tested it more than a dozen times."

"The more we test, the less it seems like we've made a mistake."

A few minutes later, the call ended.

Professor Zhou did not turn off the computer.

He stared at the program interface, seriously considering a question for the first time.

Just how much is this freshman hiding?

The next morning at seven o'clock.

Professor Zhou was already sitting in his office at the experimental center.

The programs on the computer are still running.

This time, he did not continue using simulated data.

The experimental center's appointment records, equipment failure records, and course schedules for the past three months were all imported into the program.

The progress bar completed quickly.

Several time conflicts that were not detected during manual scheduling have been highlighted in red.

Three adjustment suggestions were also listed next to it.

Which server room can be used as a replacement?

Which courses can be staggered?

Which batch of equipment has recently experienced a high failure rate?

Everything is clear at a glance.

What Professor Zhou cares about most is still that logic of automatically adjusting priorities.

It's not a rigid first-come, first-served order.

Instead, it will take into account the number of students taking the course, the status of the equipment, and historical usage rates to avoid the most congested times in advance.

This is definitely not a feature that a freshman would casually cram in just to hand in an assignment.

Professor Zhou stared at the results for a moment, then picked up the phone on the table.

"Old Wang, bring over the paper reservation records from the experimental center for the past three months as well."

There was a pause on the other end of the phone.

"Now?"

"Now."

"Does the hospital know?"

Professor Zhou took off his glasses and pinched the bridge of his nose.

"Don't report it yet."

"We're only doing internal retesting today. Don't tell anyone until the results are out."

"Okay, I'll be right there."

After hanging up the phone, Professor Zhou put his glasses back on and ran the program again.

The progress bar completed very quickly.

The result was exactly the same as the previous round.

Professor Zhou tapped his fingers twice on the table.

The more tests were conducted, the more outrageous the results became.

This doesn't seem like classroom assignment at all.

It's more like a finished product that has been polished for a long time and is ready to be implemented at any time.

Before the first class in the morning.

As Ye Chen walked into the teaching building with his backpack, he saw his counselor, Xu Man, standing at the end of the corridor.

She was wearing a light gray shirt and black trousers, and had a tall and slender figure. She was holding an attendance book in her hand.

Several students passing by saw her and instinctively slowed their pace.

Xu Man didn't look at anyone else.

She clapped the attendance book in her hand twice, her gaze landing precisely on Ye Chen across half the corridor.

Clearly, she was there to ambush him.

Ye Chen didn't stop walking; instead, a smile appeared on his face.

It's time to come, it's coming.

Upon seeing Ye Chen appear, Xu Man pointed to the side.

"Ye Chen, come here."

Ye Chen walked up to her, smiling innocently.

"Teacher Xu, you're blocking my door so early in the morning, are you trying to invite me to breakfast?"

Stop grinning at me.

Xu Man opened the attendance book and handed him a page.

"I haven't been to class for a week."

"Do you think that once you get into National Chiao Tung University, you can just coast through your university years?"

The students who were rushing to class in the corridor slowed down noticeably.

Some people walked more than ten meters away and still couldn't help but look back.