Chapter 532: Pi

Seeing Zhang Zi'an's hesitation, the old man thought that he would politely and firmly reject himself like other young people, so he turned around and left to try to find someone else for help.

However, Zhang Zi'an's hesitation only lasted less than two seconds before disappearing, and he said with a smile: "Okay, I have time now, uncle, let's find a place to sit down." Where would you like to sit?"

"You can go anywhere! You can sit anywhere!" The old man was surprised and delighted, repeating the same meaning incoherently, and hurriedly turned his head around, trying to find a place as soon as possible, as if he was afraid that Zhang Zi'an would regret it.

Zhang Zi was relieved that he would not regret it, he even put his phone back in his pocket, pointed to an empty table in the corner and said, "How about over there? There are two adjacent computers free." ”

"Okay, okay! right there!" the old man leaned on crutches and slowly followed Zhang Zi'an to the empty table in the corner.

Zhang Zi'an pulled out a chair for him, and the two sat down separately, each with a computer in standby mode in front of them.

"Uncle, I'm just asking casually, why don't you use that kind of touch digital terminal like other elderly people?

Zhang Zi'an shook the mouse, took the computer out of standby, and asked casually.

"Because...... I don't feel very old yet, I want to be around young people and get in touch with some of the things that young people usually use. The old man leaned his crutches on the edge of the table and said with a smile, "I have also practiced typing for this, bought primary school textbooks to re-learn pinyin, and I can use the computer to access the Internet, but the computer here seems to be different from the computers elsewhere......"

The old man introduced himself as Zhou, his wife left early, his children and grandchildren were working hard in other places, and he didn't come back often, so he wanted to learn something to pass the time when he was bored.

Zhang Zi'an understood that he didn't accept the old man, so he no longer called him uncle, but changed his name to Mr. Zhou, he really liked this title, and the whole person was like ten years younger.

After the computer entered the desktop, Zhang Zi'an found that something was wrong, the built-in operating system of these computers was not the original indos or Mac OS, but a magic modification or customized special system, the function was greatly simplified, there was no resource manager, no control panel, no browser, no chat tool, only connected to the local area network, not connected to the Internet, as for the download tool, video player and office software is even more delusional......

These computers are all-in-one computers like iMacs, fixed to a desk, with a bare back panel, no USB or Thunderbolt ports, only reserved power and network cable ports, and PS/2 ports for keyboard and mouse, and no headphone jacks.

This computer is really amazing, even young people need to have a familiar process, no wonder Mr. Zhou can't eat like a tiger eating a hedgehog.

The library is equipped with this kind of computer can effectively prevent the invasion of viruses and the illegal outflow of e-books, and they have prepared a simple and easy-to-use touchscreen digital terminal for the elderly, but they did not expect that some elderly people just do not accept old age.

Zhang Zi'an launched the same customized reading software, explored for a while, and patiently taught Mr. Zhou how to classify and retrieve the books he wanted to read, how to set the background color and adjust the font size and other common operation skills.

"Young man, what are they doing?" asked Mr. Zhou, pointing to the front with great interest.

Zhang Zi'an also noticed that the young people on the fifth floor are not just reading books on the computer, but sometimes they can type, like chatting, but they definitely can't get on QQ here, so what are they typing?

"Mr. Zhou, wait a minute, I'll take a look. ”

He walked behind a row of young men, observed for a while, and knew what to expect.

As Meng Li introduced, the fifth floor is a digital reading exchange area, on the one hand, reading, on the other hand, communication, but this exchange is not a simple chat, but the operating system has a built-in chat room with simple functions, book friends can recommend the good books they have read to others in the chat room, or explain the books they want to find and then ask other book friends for help.

The quality of readers who come to the library to read books during the New Year's Day holiday is very high, and the atmosphere in the chat room is harmonious.

It should be said that this move by the library is very clever, and by setting up chat rooms for book friends to help each other, it can not only greatly save the human resources of the help desk, but also stimulate the enthusiasm and cohesion among book friends.

Zhang Zi'an returned to his seat and set up a chat room for Mr. Zhou, so that he could also communicate with other readers while reading a book.

Mr. Zhou quickly enjoyed it, he typed slowly and with one finger Zen, but he was also very serious about expressing his opinion on a certain book, and when there was a request for help, he would do his best to give advice...... Although by the time he finishes typing, the person who asks for help has already found the answer with the help of others.

"Mr. Zhou, I'll leave for a while, I'll come back later, if you have any questions, I'll explain to you when I come back." Zhang Zi'an saw that he didn't need anything for the time being, so he took out his mobile phone again, trying his last hand to find the elf.

"Okay, well, thank you, young man, for your first has. Mr. Zhou nodded busily, his hands did not take off the keyboard, his eyes still focused on the screen. If you go back 40 years, it is estimated that this old man is also a serious Internet addict......

On the game's electronic map, the light cluster representing the location of the elf is more than half as dimmed as it was at the beginning, and it won't be long before it disappears completely.

As soon as Zhang Zi'an left his seat, he heard Mr. Zhou muttering to himself: "What is this kid going to do, why does he always make trouble for others......"

"What's wrong?"

Zhang Zi'an thought that Mr. Zhou had encountered some difficult problem, so he bent down and stood behind him, staring at the computer screen.

"You see this kid, he always fights something inexplicable, and no one else knows what he's going to do. Mr. Zhou pointed to the screen and said.

The chat room uses his own nickname, but at Mr. Zhou's age, he can call everyone else in front of the computer "child".

Just like Zhang Zi'an saw before, the atmosphere in the chat room is very harmonious, and readers help each other, except for one person, like a rat poop spoiling a pot of soup.

[Pancake Fruit]: I've been fascinated by the Silk Road recently, and I just finished reading Bill Porter's book, what other good books do you recommend?

[Jackdaw]: That book is a travelogue at best, and if you want to learn something seriously, I recommend reading Francopan's book of the same name.

[Coco]: I've been watching you talk, and I've finally found a topic that I can talk about—Rewe Hansen's "A New History of the Silk Road" is also good, recommended! I just returned the book, in the B1 area on the second floor.

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[Jackdaw]: Friends with pi as nicknames, we have put up with you for a long time, if you are a child, please go to the children's reading room on the first floor, don't disturb our normal communication, okay?

[Jakahua]: Yes, you've been making trouble in the chat room since the morning, and a lot of book friends have been angry with you......

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[Ah Liu]: This person is sick, right? What's the point of you typing such a string of numbers? Show that you can remember the top 100 positions of pi? Please! I can memorize it when I was in elementary school, okay! I want to pretend to be forced to go to Zhihu to pretend, there is a mentally handicapped question like "What is the experience of memorizing the top 100 places of pi?"

[Pancake Fruit]: There's no admin in the chat room, otherwise it would be nice to ask the admin to kick him out.

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[Coco]: But I just stood up and looked, and there were no children on the fifth floor......

[Jackdaw]: It's even worse if it's an adult!

Zhang Zi'an stood behind Mr. Zhou and watched for a while, no matter what was being said in the chat room, this person with pi as his nickname would always post the top 100 of pi every once in a while, no matter whether other book friends politely advised or scolded angrily, this person never returned the favor, and persistently typed the same number over and over again.

The quality and personal cultivation of the readers are very good, and if they were not really annoyed and angry, they would not have said such serious things, and it is clear that this person has already committed public anger. The problem is that there is no administrator in the chat room, so everyone can only be angry, but there is nothing they can do with this person, which can be regarded as a loophole in the library's customized system.

Mr. Zhou frowned and said, "I also think this is like a child, this child is too naughty, my seven-year-old and eight-year-old grandson is not so naughty...... Parents should really educate him!"

Zhang Zi'an straightened up and looked around the hall on the fifth floor again.

He had been preoccupied with finding elves, but when he went upstairs, he glanced at them cursoryly, wandering only the corridors and open spaces, not paying attention to the age, gender, and appearance of the readers, because the readers could not be the elves he was looking for...... Right?

There are about 200 computers in the reading area on the fifth floor, and less than half of them are currently sitting in front of the screens. Although the readers are very affectionate in the chat room, in reality everyone sits relatively scattered, and there are people in almost every area, and few people sit next to each other except for real friends.

While Zhang Zi'an glanced at the room, a young girl stood in another corner, also glanced at the room, met Zhang Zi'an's gaze from afar, smiled slightly, and sat down again - this may be the reader with the ID Coco in the chat room.

Indeed, as Coco said, there were no children on the entire fifth floor, and the youngest looked to be over 18 years old, and his face was steady, not like a prankster.

As for the elderly who use the touch digital terminal to read books and newspapers by the wall, the digital terminal does not seem to provide a chat room function, so it is unlikely that some old naughty children are doing it......

That's weird.

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