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341. Chen Mo rushes homework



"Brother Xin, dad, help me!" Sun Hong answered.

"New brother, brother, can you lend me your homework for reference?" Zhang Yuan saw another big red cross on the screen and said immediately.

"Damn! At this time, Zhang Yuan, you still take advantage of me!"

"Xiaoxin, can you also send me a copy? I'm stuck here too. I've never been exposed to this thing before, and the teacher came up and asked us to submit a work. It's really difficult."

"Brother Xin, please help me too."

"Hey, I may not be able to do it. I made it using c4d to make VR. It was very rough and has no reference value. Moreover, many computers cannot run this software and it is not easy to publish it, but I can help.

Take a look. But it can only be done by those who do c4d. If it is this, I can still help. Some of you do animation and other visualization software, but I may not be able to do it."

Suddenly some people in the classroom cheered and some cried.

"Ah, no! Damn, I should have known I would do c4d! As for the roughness of the work, you are too modest. When have you ever had a rough work? Except for the involute monitor at the beginning of school, you are the second best in the class.

Get up King Juan."

"Yeah, if you don't want to post it, you can help us take a look. Brother Xin, please consider td. You can use c4d for VR modeling. td must be good for you, right?"

"That's great! I happen to be a VR person too! My new brother, please help me check it out! Please help me check it out! This software is really awkward to use. I'm a little dizzy now with 3D, but I can do it so quickly.

It’s done, Xiaoxin, you are really awesome.”

Wu Huixin had something that he wanted to refuse. After he delivered the things to the teacher later, he had to go to the student union. The department there would have a meeting in the afternoon, and their new batch of officers would evaluate each other at the end of the semester.

, committee members at the higher level will also participate, which is quite important for whether he can continue to stay in the student union in the future.

But seeing so many people looking at him, he couldn't refuse. He sighed and looked down at the time on his watch.

"Okay, I'm going to send the homework to Teacher Liang first. Then I have some things to deal with. I don't have time until tonight. I'll come over in the evening and help everyone take a look."

"Very good!!"

"Brother Xin, you are my dad today! I love you! (づ ̄3 ̄)づ╭~ I'll wait for you to come and save me at night!"

"Thank you, new brother!"



Not long after Wu Huixin left, many people were still talking about him.

"My new brother has a really good temper."

"You are too bad. You know clearly that he will not refuse, and you deliberately kidnap him."

"It's as if you weren't making noise just now. Who was shouting cheerfully just now?"

"You reminded me, you are a generation behind me, come behind me!"

"Zhang Yuan!"

Sun Hong became angry and leaned over, hugged Zhang Yuan's neck and choked him with his fleshy arms.

"Hahaha, brother, I was wrong, you are the brother, you are the brother." Zhang Yuan quickly gave up.

Song Xin also looked over at this time.

"I originally felt that everyone was the same after I went to college, but later I discovered that there are still big differences between people. Xiaoxin is really abnormal. It feels like he is no longer on the same level as us in just one semester. I heard that he

He won many awards, and scored more than 600 points in the Level 4 exam. He participated in all school debates and student unions. This time management is really abnormal."

"Who says it isn't? Moreover, his grades in all majors in his professional courses are also very bad. When I was in the studio, I thought that if I was admitted to the art major in college, I would just learn to paint and be good at it. Who knew that this was not the case at all?

There are so many things to learn. I have never even understood many new software, let alone touched it. When taking new subjects, it is still a bit difficult to encounter unfamiliar ones."

"Me too, but it's okay. I just laid the foundation before. University is the place to learn new things. Wu Huixin is really good. I feel that he should be able to lock in the national award in our college this year."

"I also think he is about the same. Not only is he a professional scholarship from the department, but he will definitely get a national award in the college. Not to mention the professional scores in various subjects, it is the various activities, competitions, and the comprehensive test scores added by the student union officers.

It’s scary enough. I just don’t know whether it will be the first or second country in the end.”

"No matter which one I look up to, I'm so envious, but I can't do that to him. It feels like we don't live at the same time."

"After all, Xiaoxin scored 620 points in the cultural class in the college entrance examination. For a liberal arts student, this score is really scary."

Sun Hong didn't think twice when he said this sentence, he just blurted it out smoothly.

But after finishing speaking, everyone fell silent in unison.

Because they remembered that there was someone sitting next to them with a score of over 720 in the college entrance examination. After just one semester, he missed most of the semester's classes. Now Chen Mo doesn't even know how to do his homework, let alone the use of software.

Although the gap in the college entrance examination is more than 100 points, the contrast is still quite obvious now. I don't know if the monitor can accept this gap, but they are all quite sad.

Everyone unanimously stopped talking about this topic. In order not to poke the heart of the squad leader, they started talking about homework again.

"Alas! What kind of subject is Zhang Yuan working on? I see that you have been broadcasting a bunch of messy broadcasts here."

"Ang, ah, I'm making an audio visualization, and I want to do it on the theme of the disappearance of culture in the old city..."

Everyone kept chatting.

But they didn't realize that Chen Mo actually didn't care about this. He just put on a headset quietly, looked at the homework listed on the memo, and processed it one by one, while typing on the keyboard with his fingers.

If Zhang Yuan was not chatting at this time, but turned his head and glanced, he would have found that Chen Mo's fingers were flying fast on the keyboard, and his long, white and well-boned fingers were tapping lightly on the keyboard keys, making a very loud sound.

It's light, but so fast that you can barely see your fingertips, only the flickering afterimage.

When Zhang Yuan and others finished chatting, and Sun Hong and Zhang Yuan turned their heads, Chen Mo stopped what he was doing, shook his feverish hand slightly, then saved the finished paper, and continued the sequence on the memo.

Opened the production software for the new media job.

"Monitor, how are you? Do you think you can finish your homework? I see that you have been typing just now. Are you rushing for the paper?"

"Well, I just finished two articles."

"Holy shit, two articles? Monitor, don't write blindly just to catch up on homework. The teacher will judge this in the end. The paper also has a format. It must be written in the format of a professional undergraduate final paper. If you don't follow the format, the teacher will deduct

Divided."

During his time in the institute, Chen Mo, who had lost count of how many papers he had written and whose formatting had almost become a muscle memory, blinked.

Is it the format of a final paper? Chen Mo has never been exposed to this before, and I don’t know if it is the same format as papers published in journals.

"Okay, then you can send me a copy of the format and I will change it."

"Huh... luckily I asked. Okay, I'll send it to you right away. But squad leader, don't mess around. We've only been chatting for a long time. You've already produced two papers right now. If the quality is not good,

, the teacher will really give you a low score, I will send you the format and you can revise it, don’t hand in homework just for the sake of handing in homework.”

"The paper doesn't have many words, so I wrote it easily. o(∩_∩)o Haha~, thank you, I'll take a look and change the format."

"One thousand and fifty for one article, two thousand for one article is not much? The teacher still requires a standard format, we are only in the freshman year, ugh."

"Yeah, monitor, don't write blindly. Follow the teacher's format. Hey, you've finished two articles right now. Are you just blaming yourself on the keyboard and typing blindly?" Song Xin on the side didn't either.

Renzhu said with a smile.

So what...actually, there isn't much to it.

Chen Mo, who frequently writes 20,000 to 30,000 papers every day, turned his head slightly and glanced at the two of them, opened his mouth, but in the end said nothing.

"Hey, Song Xin, what are you talking about? How about this, monitor? You can change it according to Sun Hong's format and send it to me. I'll take a look at it for you. It just so happens that I can't finish my new media homework anymore. I'll wait until tonight

Xiaoxin came to help me. I have nothing to do this afternoon. Let me help you take a look. My paper is okay."

Zhang Yuan probed his head and answered.

"Yes, let Brother Yuan take a look at it. He was praised by the teacher for his previous thesis class with Wu Huixin. The content is not good, but he may be able to help you take a look at the format." Sun Hong also said

He said quickly.

Chen Mo opened his mouth, actually wanting to say no, but he didn't want to spoil everyone's eagerness to help, so he smiled helplessly and nodded.

"Okay, after I finish this assignment, I will change the format of the paper and send it to you."

"become."

Zhang Yuan nodded, preparing to continue struggling with his new media homework for a while, waiting for Chen Mo to finish correcting it, and then help him read it. Just when Zhang Yuan turned his head, he inadvertently saw the touchdesigner opened on Chen Mo's computer.

, slightly surprised.

"Monitor, you don't want to do the new media art homework first, do you? Monitor, listen to my advice and leave this for last. This thing is really difficult. For novices, there is only an English version.

It also involves programming, which is not something you can get started in a short while.”

"Yes, monitor! Let's do this last. It's too difficult. Just look at how many people we have in the class now. They are all stuck on new media homework, so come to the classroom to see if others can do it.

Yes, we want to help each other out. Monitor, you can do it at night and wait for the new brother..."

But midway through Sun Hong's words, he suddenly got stuck in his throat.

The page is showing a small program with interactive functions that Chen Mo built last time by simulating the optic nerve connection.

There was silence in the air for a moment.

Chen Mo: "..."

With his super fast hand speed, he quickly and continuously closed several programs that he had used to practice making VR while assisting his thinking.

"Ahem, I have been exposed to this type of software before and am somewhat familiar with it. There should be no problem in doing my homework."

Chen Mo coughed slightly and explained.

Several people didn't speak for a long time. They rubbed their eyes, looked at Chen Mo, and then looked at the program that had returned to the initial page.

"..."

They were a little bit doubtful that they were dazzled just now. They didn't see clearly what Chen Mo forked behind, they only saw the created program when they just opened the software.

How can you create so many program boxes on td?

Many of them had considered doing information interaction before, so they looked for tutorials on various video websites. Even if they bypassed the wall and watched programs made by masters on YouTube, they did not have such exaggerated program frames.

The densely packed single components are as dense as holding a microscope to look at the internal components of a chip, and their scalps feel numb just looking at them.

Not to mention the demo image exported by the final program behind these densely packed components.

Not to mention the final imaging... If they saw it correctly, it was a rotating neural modeling diagram of the brain structure, right?

The program should mainly highlight the movement of nerve fibers. The nerves attached to the brain fat are beating slightly as if they are alive, marked with various colors, and crisscrossed in dots.

A few people never knew that the single components that come with the td program can actually achieve such complex yet precise effects, and can actually display so many colors.

Are they using the same software?

I don’t know if it was their illusion, but when Chen Mo opened the software program to play automatically, they always felt that the modeled brain was alive. When they saw people, the nerve fibers attached to the brain contracted and started to beat.

The fibers with attached colors seem to be breathing, rising and falling together, as if they are really thinking.

Damn it, it’s so scary.

Can such a complex program be run on td?

When they saw many popular science bloggers introducing TD before, didn't they say that TD has too many single components and the host performance is too poor and the program can't drive it? Why are there so many components on the monitor's computer that are too numerous to count?

It works without any problem.

What kind of abnormal performance configuration does the squad leader’s computer have?

The most important thing is not this, it is such a complicated procedure that the monitor just did it casually...

Yes...it's just random.

Not even saved...

Although a few people are not familiar with the software, after a few days of running in, they at least know how to save or export the programs they have created. They know very well that Chen Mo just made a random x, and the program was in vain, and there is no connection at all.

Nothing is saved.

Since everyone was looking at it with tears in their eyes, especially Zhang Yuan, he almost couldn't hold back and jumped up and held down Chen Mo's hand. At this time, his eyes were all red.

"What, monitor, monitor, you just did that program, that program, you, you didn't save it!"

Zhang Yuan's voice trembled a little when he spoke. His new media homework was mainly done with td, and when Chen Mo said it, he automatically substituted it and it hurt.

"Ang, what are you talking about? It's okay, it's a useless program that is no longer used."


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