Blake Lin told Leo Wang and Zhao Jiejia about the situation.
Owen Zhao was confused: "A turboc interface appeared above our heads? How old is this antique?"
Leo Wang was even more confused: "The problem is not that it is an antique, but why do you have this illusion?"
After saying that, he looked up at the top of his head: "There's nothing."
Blake Lin stared at the interface: "It is indeed Turboc, very high definition."
He asked, "Luo, which subject should I fail?"
Luo Shen said: "I have registered you for the psychiatric department."
Leo Wang laughed out loud: "One-day trip to the psychiatric department, Lin's algorithm."
Owen Zhao spoke in a serious voice, like a newscaster on a science and education channel: "God Xun, a man who is different even when he is sick."
The Jetta drove towards the nearest hospital.
A middle-aged doctor in a white coat sat in the consulting room and asked kindly, "What's the matter?"
Blake Lin: "I am hallucinating."
He was halfway through his words when the doctor frowned and looked him over: "How old are you? Twenty?"
Blake Lin: "Twenty-four."
"You are still very young, and you look young too," the doctor said as he typed on the keyboard to record information, "What do you do? Are you still studying?"
"No more reading, programmer."
"A programmer..." The doctor's attitude became cautious: "Programmers are prone to problems. Is there any specific content in the hallucination?"
Blake Lin looked at the blank program interface above the doctor's head: "I saw a...projection-like, program input interface appear above everyone's head."
The doctor paused while typing the message, his expression serious: "Is it clear?"
"Clear."
"Are you hallucinating?"
"No."
"Any other hallucinations?"
"Never had."
"Any history of mental illness?"
"No."
"How long?"
"Starting this morning."
"Your thinking is quite clear," the doctor said, turning his gaze to Leo Wang who was accompanying him: "Does he usually behave strangely?"
Leo Wang: "No, I just program computers all day long."
"How's your mental state?"
"Very energetic."
"What's your personality like? Do you tend to go to extremes?"
Blake Lin wondered if I was that kind of person.
But Leo Wang said, "A little bit."
Blake Lin: "?"
The doctor also said: "Hmm?"
Leo Wang scratched his head: "He's a bit... competitive. For example, if he can't write a program, he'll keep writing until he succeeds. If someone writes it before him, he'll get angry."
The doctor said: "This is understandable."
He turned to Blake Lin and asked again: "Did you feel any stimulation when you had the sudden hallucination?"
Blake Lin: "I met my idol today, so I was probably a little excited."
"Tsk." The doctor handed him a scale: "Let's do an assessment first."
Blake Lin filled in more than 200 assessment questions.
The doctor got the results and scanned them: "He's still a very positive person. But he's a little paranoid, like a little lemon."
Blake Lin: ...
Wasn’t he just jealous of lions today?
"There's nothing wrong with her mental health." The doctor said, "It's not a psychological problem. I suggest you go to the neurology department and get an MRI done."
Blake Lin was thrown into the neurology clinic.
Then, he was like a ball, thrown from the neurology department to the ophthalmology department.
The final conclusion is that there is no problem anywhere, just go back and have a good sleep.
After all the trouble, it was already dark.
As soon as Leo Wang and Zhao Jieke returned, they fell on the sofa and laughed, saying that Lin Shufa would also become obsessed with programming one day.
Blake Lin didn't want to pay attention to them, so he took a glass of... ice water from the refrigerator and took a few sips.
Leo Wang went over to grab his cup: "You're obsessed and still drinking!"
Then I threw him the thermos cup containing soaked wolfberries.
Blake Lin drank the wolfberry water under the supervision of the two men, and then said to them: "I really don't like hot and sweet things."
Leo Wang: "Get lost. You lost 30 million today. You have no right to speak."
Blake Lin: ...
He was driven to bed.
The doctor said there was no substantial problem, so he stopped worrying and thought that maybe he was really possessed and that he would be fine after a good night's sleep.
The overall framework of "Lotus Goddess" has been built. He pondered the optimization algorithm for a while, scribbled a few pieces of draft paper, and then decided to go to bed.
Before going to bed, I thought about my experience in Galaxy today, and I still felt a little excited.
So he turned on his phone, opened Weibo, and then clicked on Ian Dong's homepage in the special attention.
Dongjun’s ID is very simple, it’s called: Yinhe-Ian Dong.
The avatar was gray text on a white background, extremely cold, with two strings of irregular numbers, like some kind of code.
Ian Dong doesn't seem to use social networks. This account only posted a Weibo ten years ago, before Yinhe was created. At that time, Ian Dong was only 17 or 18 years old. The content of the Weibo post was:
"Lo asked me why I looked at the stars.
I think the galaxy and the code are the same thing, and this is also an answer."
There are more than 100,000 comments on Weibo, and it is impossible to scroll through them all. Some of them are from tourist groups: "Meet Dong Shen, glax is the best language in the world."
Part of it was howling: "Ahhhhhhhhh Dong-kun!"
There is also a more perverted part: "Teenage Ian Dong hehehehe."
The remaining small number of people are sour: "Who is lo? I'm dead."
This kind of lemon speech is understandable. After all, the male god only has one Weibo post, and in this significant and only Weibo post, he mentioned another person's name. So, some people guessed that this was Ian Dong's best friend, and some people guessed that this was his first love. In short, there are many different opinions.
Blake Lin had no intention of exploring the male god's personal life. He just liked to flatter the male god after understanding a piece of his code.
What are you going to blow this time? We have blown everything that should be blown.
Suddenly, an idea came to his mind and he posted a comment: "The male god is so handsome!"
The comment was drowned in the ocean of other people's comments, but Blake Lin was satisfied.
He turned off his phone and closed his eyes.
The next moment, he suddenly opened his eyes!
He seemed to be frightened, took a few breaths, and slowly closed his eyes again.
His consciousness seemed to sink into another world. After closing his eyes, what appeared in front of him was a huge blue screen - the input interface of the C language.
He sat in a swivel chair and tried to reach out and touch the blue screen.
Just as the fingers touched the light curtain, mechanical sounds suddenly came from all directions.
"System loading."
"Cards loading."
"Turboc platform activated."
"The tree view is activated."
"Mission activated."
"The novice guidance task begins."
"Mission objective: Bring air into the body."
"Quest Reward: Sect territory expanded, spiritual power increased by 10."
"Task progress: 0."
Blake Lin: "?"
He was full of question marks.
At this moment, he felt a light on his right side. Looking over there, he saw a golden floating scroll with the mission objectives, rewards, and progress that the mechanical voice had just read out.
Leading Qi into the body? Sect territory? He could understand these terms, but how did they relate to C language?
He finished examining the scroll carefully and began to look around.
This is a black space, but there are silver stars floating in the air. They rise from the ground and float upward, illuminating the place. He carefully observed the light spots and found that some of them were Arabic numerals 1 and some were 0. ...
In front is the C language interface, on the right are the tasks, on the left is nothing, and behind is a tree.
He walked up to the tree - it was a flat image of a tree. The roots were bright silver, and the light gradually dimmed upwards. At the transition between the roots and the trunk, there was a letter "c". Going further up, the entire tree had only a dim outline.
An ordinary letter c doesn’t mean much, but once it is associated with the C language interface, it becomes very meaningful.
C language is a language, a special programming language.
Programming languages are divided into high-level languages and low-level languages. Low-level languages are the languages of computers - such as machine language composed entirely of binary sequences and assembly language composed of mnemonics, which directly act on the machine.
High-level languages are human languages. People write codes in high-level languages. The codes are converted into machine languages by the compiler of this language and then run on the machine.
However, C language is different.
It is a high-level language with its own syntax. However, at the same time, it has certain operating capabilities on the machine, such as controlling memory. Therefore, it is sometimes jokingly called a "middle-level language" between low-level languages and high-level languages.
"The root of the tree is the machine language, or represents the machine, the trunk and branches may represent the users, so the C language is between the root and the trunk." Blake Lin thought: "Now this space has a C language compilation interface, and this tree has also lit up the 'c' part - if I continue to light it up, I may gain the control ability of many languages such as C#, C, Python, and perhaps bsp; But, what is this used for?
He couldn't help but look at the task scroll that was obviously incompatible with the style, and then looked at the program input interface.
Since there is a compiler, then he can just...program. For a programmer, this is as easy as drinking cold water.
As for C language, he still knows it.
But how to input it?
Blake Lin raised his hands and placed them in the air.
Silver light flowed, and the next moment, a snow-white keyboard actually appeared in his hand!
With the keyboard, Blake Lin immediately felt much more at ease. For a programmer, having a keyboard is like a math student having a warehouse of draft paper. It makes people feel comfortable and safe.
He churned out code fluently.
This string of code is the first demonstration program used by all famous programming language textbooks. Later programmers also developed this habit. When they faced an unfamiliar programming environment and needed to debug, they would subconsciously enter this program.
First, issue the preprocessor directive to prevent the compiler from not recognizing the following statement: #include <stdio.h>
Then call the main function intmain()
This is followed by a curly brace {, under which the function body is written.
The purpose of this program is to output a sentence, so use the statement: printf; and finally write: return0; to indicate that the main function ends normally, enclosed in curly braces }.
A program is written.
Run, the screen switches, a pure black running interface appears with two words on it.
helloworld.
---The first words spoken by a computer to humans.
There was a flash of light on the right hand side.
Blake Lin turned around and saw that the task progress reached 100% instantly.
The mechanical voice sounded again: "The novice guidance task is completed, entering the Qi Refining Stage, the sect territory is expanding, and the spiritual power is 10."
Is that it?
Blake Lin was still thinking when he heard the mechanical sound again.
"Main quest activated."
"Mission objective: Open up the Qi channels and complete the foundation building."
"Quest Reward: 50 sect funds, 30 spiritual power."
"Task progress: 0."
Facing the compilation interface, Blake Lin went over the basic operations of C language in his mind and was eager to try.
---If he plays like this, he won’t be sleepy anymore.
Let alone building a foundation, even if it is just overcoming the tribulation, how difficult is that?
He wanted to see what the so-called sect territory and sect funds were.
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