After Rebirth, I Am the White Moonlight of All The Big Brothers

A busy day goes by quickly.

Before leaving get off work, Jiang Fuyue handed over the written auxiliary program to Lao Jin and Ding Yu, and by the way received an angry glare from Lao Bai.

He covered his heart: "I'm not your only baby anymore, right?"

Jiang Fuyue: "?"

Xie Dingyuan's cool eyes floated over: "Speak well."

"……Oh."

Old Bai walked away shyly.

After Lao Jin and Ding Yu tried running the program, they found that the speed was at least three times faster.

Liu Guan: "What the hell? Just today, by the way, I will make up for what I owe me last time."

Lao Jin waved his hand: "No problem! Let's go!"

Jiang Fuyue shook her head: "Go ahead, I still have a bit to deal with here."

"How is that possible?" Lao Jin was the first in disbelief.

Jiang Fuyue's speed, they all see it, only faster than them.

"Let me see..." Ding Yu moved closer to the screen.

"Isn't this decomposition optimization a step that will only be done tomorrow?"

"Well. I want to take a day off tomorrow, so I'll do it first."

"But the front-end data hasn't come out yet, you..." What to do?

Jiang Fuyue: "According to the prediction, I set up N+1 groups of optimization processes. When the data comes in, it automatically enters the algorithm for screening. If there are N groups of data, then there is at least one process in the N+1 group of optimization processes. When the optimization conditions are met, the program will automatically complete the update.”

Lao Jin smacks his lips, uses algorithm screening, program master control, completely free from manual labor, cow X!

Ding Yu looked at the dense numbers on the screen, his eyes dizzy.

On the other hand, Xie Dingyuan listened carefully, rubbed his jaw, and looked thoughtful.

Jiang Fuyue did not go, but Liu Guan did not let Lao Jin go.

"Xing Xing Xing, I invite you today, and Xiao Jiang another day." Then he turned to ask Xie Dingyuan, "Professor too?"

"No, you go."

The three left, and soon only Jiang Fuyue and Xie Dingyuan were left in the huge laboratory.

"I have about... two hours left, why don't you go first?"

The man dragged a chair to sit down and asked her, "Do you want to take leave tomorrow?"

"is it okay?"

"You've done everything ahead of time, why can't you?"

Jiang Fuyue hooked her lips: "Thank you boss."

"I'm not your boss..."

"Um?"

Xie Dingyuan waved his hand: "Do you need any help?"

Don't say it, there really is.

Jiang Fuyue pointed to the pile of analysis reports by her hand: "The data is out, but the summary hasn't been written yet, or you..."

The implication is obvious.

The man laughed, took out the pen resignedly, and unscrewed it: "Which page does it start from?"

"8."

Jiang Fuyue looked at the profile of his bowed head. The setting sun passed through the window and slanted on his forehead. The eyelashes were clearly reflected, and the pupils also glowed with a glazed color.

The metal textured pen was held in his articulated hand, and the tip of the pen scratched across the paper, making a slight rustling sound.

Suddenly, the man looked sideways at her.

Jiang Fuyue was stunned for a moment, then smiled, neither dodging nor dodging.

"What?" he asked, doubts gradually appeared in his eyes, and his Adam's apple rolled up and down.

"Did you use a pen?"

"Um."

"It's rare to see anyone using a pen now."

"The pen has more weight in the hand."

Jiang Fuyue turned to look at the words he had written.

Like others, meticulous and upright.

Suddenly, Xie Dingyuan asked, "Do you want to try it?"

"Um?"

He handed it over, "You give it a hand, it feels very different."

Jiang Fuyue took it over, and during the process, the two touched their fingertips and fainted for a while.

Xie Dingyuan's heart beat faster and his breathing stagnated.

Jiang Fuyue's eyes flashed slightly.

As he said, the weight of the pen in his hand cannot be ignored. The originally cold body of the pen still retains the temperature of a man's palm, which is lingering with warmth.

"Try writing a few words."

Jiang Fuyue pulled a piece of paper, the tip of the pen fell on the paper, and wrote the word "month".

"Hold up a little."

Jiang Fuyue: "So?"

Xie Dingyuan: "It's too high."

"That's it?"

"Lower again."

Jiang Fuyue's mouth twitched: "Is it important to hold a pen?"

In her previous life, she also practiced calligraphy, and she practiced it with a machine at night. She only knew that the requirements for a brush would be more, as long as the hard pen was good enough to write, it would be fine. Who cares how to catch the pen?

"Of course there is. Holding the pen too high is inconvenient to focus on, and too low will limit the field of vision and ignore the whole." He got up and walked behind Jiang Fuyue.

First take the pen out of her hand, hold it in a position by yourself, and then hand it over, signaling her to pick it up.

Jiang Fuyue stretched out her hand and took it, but her posture was a little stiff.

The next second, the warmth hit, and the man wrapped her hand in his palm: "This way... and then write..."

The warm breath sprayed on the side of the ear, and the fragrance of pine wood lingered around, and the deep breath was full of his smell.

Jiang Fuyue's eyelashes trembled, and the word "Yuan" appeared in front of her eyes, standing side by side with the word "Yue" she had written earlier.

"Did you see clearly?" The man's tone was calm, but if Jiang Fuyue turned around at this time, he could see the eyes he couldn't put down, and the crimson that spread from the roots of his ears to his neck...

Three shifts, two thousand words.

warn! warn! Too much sugar today!