No one knows what this bad guy Lao Zhao is doing at this time.

However, the Amateur Radio Emergency Communications Headquarters of Reversing the Future and Saving the World still sent him WeChat and emails on time to inform him of the latest situation and deliver the latest intelligence, but the other party never responded.

"Which mental hospital is there in Shanghai?" Bai Zhen asked, "Let's make a call and ask if a patient named Zhao Bowen has been hospitalized recently."

"There are too many people named Zhao Bowen across the country." Wang Ning casually unplugged the audio cable from the motherboard interface, "Where is the DH cable?"

The function of the Celeron 3150 industrial control motherboard is powerful enough. Installing an XP system can allow Bai Zhen to achieve red alert freedom.

They use the industrial control motherboard as the core, connect it to the monitor, camera, keyboard, and radio station. When combined, it becomes a time-travel camera. But it is easy to say, but it is a mess to do.

Both Bai Zhen and Wang Ning are in a mess. You can imagine what's going on over there in Banxia.

The problem still lies in programming.

Bai Zhen, despite his programming proficiency, dared to volunteer to teach the little girl how to write software. He vowed that there would be no problem. He could completely solve this small problem. After all, he was just writing a small software. During the entire data transmission process, it required

Banxia independently wrote only a very small program at the front. This program is used to receive subsequent codes. As long as it is installed, the larger and more complex software can be transferred directly.

Bai Zhen's wishful thinking made a sound. He showed off his skills on his computer and demonstrated it to others. He typed the keyboard fluently, cut pages with ease, and used CtrlC and CtrlV with ease. He looked like a top hacker.

"Look! Look! As long as it is installed, the long march of thousands of miles has taken the first step!"

Bai Zhen patted the laptop on the sofa. On the screen was a stunning article written by him using his many years of C language skills and flexibly copying and pasting.

"In the future, any video compression software, image processing software, signal modulation software, Azubi suite, CAD suite, Unity, Unreal 3, World of Warcraft and StarCraft, all can be uploaded and installed with one click!"

Bai Yang couldn't help but look at his father with admiration.

He almost wanted to press his temple chakras and scrape his eye sockets.

Dad is not just an ordinary ride-hailing driver, he is also an online ride-hailing driver who knows how to copy and paste!

Bai Zhen talked a lot, but when he got to BG4MSR, he was in trouble.

"BG4MSR, let's check it again, check it again." Bai Yang sighed, holding the laptop in his hand, "Let's check the code again to see where the problem is, OVER."

"Well, okay, let's face it again."

It's late night again.

Ever since they entered the programming program, Banxia and Baiyang have been stuck in endless self-examination and self-examination. They don't understand why a software as small as a few KB can have more than a dozen different errors. The entire software is 4KB in size.

, a data volume of 4,000 bytes, according to statistics, a total of twelve different errors occurred, with an average of 330 bytes causing an error. Every time Dad fixes an old BUG, ​​two new ones will be generated at the same time.

BUG, BUG includes but is not limited to black screen, black screen and black screen.

Different BUGs will appear in the same piece of code at different times, different BUGs will appear in different dates, and even different BUGs will appear in different directions when the motherboard is placed.

Wang Ning said Xiao Yang, your father wrote a Feng Shui software.

It is used to measure the direction of a person's cemetery. Don't hold a compass in your hand, just hold the motherboard. Whichever direction has a bug is a serious problem.

"I don't want to watch it anymore, BG4MXH, I don't want to watch it anymore, it hurts my eyes." Banxia rubbed her eyes. She had spent three days on this thing, reading the teacher's draft during the day and reading it at night.

Zhen's code, it's hard to say which one is more messy and incomprehensible.

It's so hard for her.

"Keep on holding on, Miss. My dad said that if he doesn't succeed tonight, he will find more professional people to help. The night before dawn is always the darkest. If you survive this, you will definitely usher in success.

,OVER." Bai Yang felt that he was an old liar who promoted success.

"I don't want to bother with this thing anymore. It's too difficult. It's too difficult. I can't learn it at all..." Banxia hugged her knees pitifully, squatted on the chair, and burst into tears. "I'll learn it."

Won't!"

Bai Yang thought to himself that he was tired of studying.

Children's long-term performance is at the bottom and they cannot keep up with the progress, which makes them tired of studying.

What should parents do when encountering this situation? Baiyang’s brain is spinning rapidly, and what should he do if his child is tired of studying?

Sales account retraining.

Pooh.

Motivate them with emotion, understand them with reason, build their self-confidence, and earnestly induce them.

"Miss, listen to me, this is a difficulty we must overcome. You have solved so many difficulties, are you still afraid of this? Let's try again one last time, okay? OVER."

"Really?" the girl sniffed, "I agreed for the last time."

"Well, the last time, OVER."

Bai Yang is also an old scumbag. I don’t know how many times this is the last time. It will be the last time every time.

Apparently this last time also failed.

"Cheer up, failure is the mother of success, let's strike while the iron is hot, and let failure give birth to success while it's just coming, Miss! Let's do it one last time, and we will definitely succeed this time!"

"Miss, I have found the key to the problem! Let's try again one last time!"

"I swear to God, this is the last time tonight!"

"I quit! I quit!" Banxia threw herself on the bed, hugged the pillow, and buried her head in the pillow, "Brother, please spare me, let me go, I can do whatever you want, don't

Let me stare at these codes anymore...it hurts me."

"Miss."

"I quit."

"Miss."

"I quit!"

"Miss."

"I quit!"

"Do you want to see the Confucius Temple? Miss?"

Banxia buried her head in the pillow and lay motionless on the bed, holding a microphone in her hand. She lay there for a long time before saying dullly: "I want to."

"Do you want to see the Qinhuai River?"

"think."

"Do you want to see the shopping malls and cinemas in Xinjiekou?"

"You know how to tempt me with these! You are the devil!" The girl angrily got up and shouted at her hand, "Bad guy! Bad guy! Bad guy!"

"If you don't establish the image transmission link, I won't be able to send the photos to you. Miss, I promise you that if you can get it done, I will take whatever you want to see and take with you.

How about traveling around Nanjing? OVER." Bai Yang threatened and induced.

"Devil! You can't even think of using my soul in exchange for the benefits you promised!"

"OK?"

"Well... then it's agreed." Banxia lowered her head and slowly got up, "You must remember to take photos for me. I want Confucius Temple, Qinhuai River, and Xinjiekou!"

"Okay, I promise you, I will take pictures for you, OVER."

"Then do it one last time."

The girl sat back on the chair, took a deep breath, pushed all the scattered hair back, then patted her cheek and said to herself: You can do it! Banxia! You can do it!

Twenty minutes later.

"I can not do it……"

The girl looked at the program that reported the error, looked up to the sky and sighed, her heart was filled with despair.

She didn't understand why humans would invent something that was comparable to torture, C language, fuck you.

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