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With Zhang Ye's current ability, there are very few skills in the world that can stump him. As long as he wants to, he can learn anything in a short time, just take a little more time.

At this moment, the computer software books that Zhang Ye read a few days ago began to come in handy.

As his fingers tapped slowly on the keyboard, the information in his mind began to flood, all about programming. This information is transmitted through the nerves to the finger muscles, causing the fingers to constantly tap on the keyboard. And thanks to his physical fitness and nervous response at this time, he is more and more able to hit the keyboard in the process.

At the beginning, the software compiled by Zhang Ye was very small, that is, about a thousand lines would reach the sky, and the size would never exceed 5ookb, and all of them were useless. If I had to say that any of them were more useful, it might be the fool-proof one-button frequency software he edited.

As long as the computer installs this software, it only takes one click to achieve frequency! Zhang Ye tested it on his laptop, and now after installing the frequency software, the maximum frequency of the CPU of the notebook can even reach 80%. According to his estimates, the limit of this frequency software must be more than that, and maybe even 100 percent, or even 150 percent, on some computers.

Absolutely against the sky.

The success of the software is doubtful to give Zhang Ye a ,.. The joy of success is constantly surging in the chest.

It's just that this thing is of no use to him at all, and Zhang Ye doesn't want to make money without this software, so he directly locked the frequency software in a blank folder.

The success of the software is full of confidence.

Da Da ...... Da Da ...... Da ......

The dense keyboard sound kept coming to mind, Zhang Ye's hands kept beating on the keyboard, and his ten fingers were like elves.

With each beat, a character is written on the screen. At first glance, it looks like there's a lot of data pouring out from under the screen.

At this time, if someone is next to calculate Zhang Ye's percussion degree, I'm afraid it will appear. Zhang Ye's hands at this time had almost reached more than 2,000 times a minute, that is to say, on average, each finger would be tapped about 200 times in a minute, and this degree was still being brushed.

, to the extreme.

Ten of them flutter on the keyboard, like fairies dancing, beautiful. And the effect is also shocking, and saying it can definitely scare a group of people to death.

What kind of programming is this?

It's just messing with the piano.

Because this guy doesn't look like he's even thought about it, and all he has to do is type on the keyboard.

And, hateful. The things that Zhang Ye knocked out were like books from heaven, because they carried a strict order like a password. So at first glance, the whole article is messy and incomprehensible, and it is simply a mosaic of the programming world.

But Zhang Ye wrote it, and he wrote it more fluently.

There was an eerie "silence" in the living room. I can only hear the continuous sound of keyboard tapping, and of course, if my hearing is sharp enough, I can also hear Xiao Linglong's breathing.

In just half an hour, Zhang Ye wrote tens of thousands of lines of code.

"Goo...... Goo ......"

Originally, Zhang Ye wanted to continue writing, but his stomach couldn't stand it, and he made a cooing sound. It was only then that he remembered that he hadn't eaten in the morning! Looking at the time, I was dizzy, it was twelve o'clock.

Sighing, Zhang Ye decisively stopped what he was doing, then walked to the kitchen and began to prepare food.

The gruel in the morning was still stomping on the stove, and after such a long time, it was basically cold. But it's summer now, so Zhang Ye doesn't care at all, but enjoys the feeling of having a cold meal. I only felt that I swallowed it in one bite, and it was so refreshing to my heart.

I have eaten it myself, of course, I can't forget Xiao Linglong's portion.

When Zhang Ye prepared the milk, he walked to Xiao Linglong's side, ready to take the milk bottle in her hand to fill the milk. But this girl is very protective of food, and her little hand holds the handle of the bottle tightly. This made Zhang Ye take a lot of effort to take the bottle from Xiao Linglong's hand.

"Ah......h

But what happened next made Zhang Ye cry and laugh. It turned out that this girl actually reached out and held the bottle in her sleep by instinct, and muttered reluctantly.

"Let go, Daddy has made you milk." Zhang Ye let go of his hand with a smile, let Xiao Linglong grab the bottle, and then leaned down and whispered in Xiao Linglong's ear.

Of course, this voice is already quiet enough, in Zhang Ye's opinion, it is absolutely impossible for such a small voice to wake up Xiao Linglong. But this is not the case, as soon as Zhang Ye finished speaking, Xiao Linglong immediately opened her eyes. Seeing this situation, Zhang Ye decisively let go of his hand and let Xiao Linglong hold the bottle.

"Yike...... Yikes......"

Xiao Linglong had just woken up, and when she saw her father's face, she immediately didn't even want a bottle, stretched out her fleshy little hand, and asked for a hug.

"Knock ......"

The bottle rolled a few times on the sand and then fell to the ground with a series of crunching sounds.

And at this time, Zhang Ye happened to hug Xiao Linglong. But the crisp sound of the dong dong caught her attention, and the little girl turned her little head curiously, looking east and west, and her fleshy face was full of doubts.

"Huh?"

But after looking for a long time, Xiao Linglong didn't show up, so he looked at his father, his big eyes were full of doubts. I can't seem to figure out where the familiar voice came from.

"Little girl, Dongdong is there!" Zhang Ye took Xiao Linglong in his arms and changed her position, so that she could see the bottle on the ground.

As soon as she saw that her bottle had fallen to the ground, the color on the little girl's face immediately changed from doubt to strangeness.

And then......

Xiao Linglong immediately stopped fighting.

She is young and doesn't know anything, although she doesn't know what this thing is, but through the use of this time, she has formed a good conditioned reflex, and she instinctively knows that this is the guy who eats by herself, and she can't fall to the ground.

So he stretched out his little hand, pointed awkwardly at the bottle on the ground, and then yelled at Dad.

It's like saying, 'Daddy, help me pick it up!'" ’

Regarding Xiao Linglong's reaction, Zhang Ye felt very surprised. It's only been a few days! It's so spiritual.,Sure enough, it's a baby dragon.,It's smart.。

Thinking of this, Zhang Ye picked up the milk bottle on the ground, then held Xiao Linglong in one hand and filled her with milk in the other. It's just that I can only use one hand, so it was a little difficult to open the cap, but fortunately, I managed to get it right.

"Good daughter, come! Drink milk! ”

"Ahhhhh......h Yikes...... Yikes......"

Zhang Ye shook the bottle full of milk in front of Xiao Linglong. The little girl immediately screamed with joy, leaned forward slightly, stretched out her little hand, and couldn't wait to get her own milk immediately, and her mouth kept muttering.

It's just that......

Before this girl could shout a few times, her chin was already full of shiny saliva.

made Zhang Ye very uncomfortable.

I don't know why, Xiao Linglong likes to drool from the beginning. I can't stop it.,I often wet my chest with the boss.,Sometimes even if you have a small apron, it's not a problem.。

A little funny, he handed the bottle to Xiao Linglong's hand. The girl immediately held the bottle with her two little hands and sent it to her mouth.

Drinking the milk she liked, Xiao Linglong was very happy, and her big eyes almost narrowed into a slit.

"Drink slowly, be careful to choke." Regardless of whether Xiao Linglong can understand it or not, Zhang Ye still reminded with concern.

Taking advantage of the time when Xiao Linglong was drinking milk, Zhang Ye returned to the sand and sat down again, then held Xiao Linglong with one hand and jumped on the keyboard with the other.

This time, the degree of writing is obviously much slower, but compared to many non-professionals, it is already an ungodly degree.

Since Zhang Ye didn't go to play with Xiao Linglong now, this girl fell asleep again after drinking milk, and she slept quite deeply.

After a long time, Zhang Ye realized that his daughter had fallen asleep.

He carefully put Xiao Linglong back on the sand and began a round of rapid programming.

Half an hour later, Zhang Ye's hand was once again raised to a higher level, almost reaching an average of 400 taps per minute. At this point, his hands had leveled off noticeably, and it was almost difficult to see a noticeable improvement.

Obviously, Zhang Ye's hand had reached its limit at this time. But it is this limit, but it kills all the program apes in seconds, and it is definitely the object they need to worship.

At around half past three in the afternoon, Zhang Ye had completed more than 100,000 lines of code.

Around 4:40.

Zhang Ye stopped what he was doing, then turned off the antivirus software and began to test the software. Half an hour later, the test was completed, and it took more than ten minutes to revise it, and by half past five, the software was completed in Zhang Ye's hands.

Along with this one-button blink software, a copy of the software is in the phone.

Then Zhang Ye couldn't wait to try the software he had written.

Opening the clipboard, Zhang Ye adjusted the input method to the software he had just written, and tapped the keyboard a few times at random. A strange text suddenly appeared in the mouth of the clipboard. It appears to be a combination of hieroglyphs and cuneiform, making the text look both words and pictures.

If Ao Lie and the others were here, I am afraid that they would instantly recognize this strange character pronounced '1ong', which is the "dragon" in the Chinese character.

By this time, everyone should have seen it.

That's right, what Zhang Ye wrote this time is not any other great software, but an input method software. It's just that this input method software is not an ordinary text, but the dragon text of the dragon family.

In this world, Zhang Ye has reason to believe that as long as he doesn't say it, no one will definitely know this word. Maybe in the future, Xiao Linglong and they will know these words through bloodline inheritance, but now it is impossible.

"Good! After having this software, go to the network to open a toolkit, and modify it slightly, you should be able to write software with Longwen as the core. ”

Zhang Ye stood up, looked beyond the floor-to-ceiling glass of the living room and balcony, and looked at the sky. Then he stretched his waist and turned his head to look at Xiao Linglong, who was sleeping on the sand. walked over, didn't wake her up, just hugged Xiao Linglong and walked towards the elevator.

The food at home is long gone, and he has to go and buy some vegetables and meat and put them in the refrigerator.

PS: Chapter 4! Anyway, I'm vomiting blood today! Haven't you come to comfort and comfort?

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