A busy day flies by.
Before leaving get off work, Jiang Fuyue handed over the written auxiliary program to Lao Jin and Ding Yu, and by the way, got Lao Bai angrily glaring.
He covered his heart: "I'm not your only baby anymore, am I?"
Jiang Fuyue: "?"
Xie Dingyuan's chilly eyes drifted over: "Speak well."
"… oh."
Laobai walked away in a daze.
After Lao Jin and Ding Yu tried running the program, they found that the speed was at least three times faster. They immediately smiled and said before leaving that they would invite Jiang Fuyue to dinner another day.
Liu Guan: "What the hell? Just today, by the way, make up for what I owed me last time."
Lao Jin waved his hand: "No problem! Let's go!"
Jiang Fuyue shook her head: "You guys go, I still have something to deal with here."
"How is it possible?" Lao Jin was the first to not believe it.
They could see Jiang Fuyue's speed, and they could only be faster than them.
"Let me see..." Ding Yu moved closer to the screen.
"Isn't this decomposition optimization a step that will be performed tomorrow?"
"Well. I want to ask for leave tomorrow, so let's do it first."
"But the front-end data hasn't come out yet, you..." How to do it
Jiang Fuyue: "According to the prediction, I set up N+1 groups of optimization processes. When the data comes in, it will automatically enter the algorithm for screening. If there are N groups of data, then there is at least one process in the N+1 groups of optimization processes. The optimization conditions are met, and the program will automatically complete the update when the time comes."
Lao Jin smacked his lips, screened with an algorithm, controlled by a program, completely separated from manual work, amazing!
Ding Yu looked at the dense numbers on the screen, his eyes were dizzy.
On the other hand, Xie Dingyuan listened seriously, rubbing his chin with a thoughtful expression.
Jiang Fuyue didn't go, but Liu Guan didn't let Lao Jin go.
"Okay, okay, I invite you today, and Xiao Jiang another day." Then he turned around and asked Xie Dingyuan, "Professor, too?"
"No, you guys go."
The three left, and soon only Jiang Fuyue and Xie Dingyuan were left in the huge laboratory.
"I still have... about two hours, why don't you go first?"
The man dragged a chair and sat down, and asked her, "Are you going to ask for leave tomorrow?"
"May I?"
"You finished everything ahead of time, why not?"
Jiang Fuyue curled her lips: "Thank you boss."
"I'm not your boss..."
"Um?"
Xie Dingyuan waved his hand: "Is there any help?"
Don't say it, there really is.
Jiang Fuyue pointed to the stack of analysis reports at hand: "The data is out, but the summary hasn't been written yet, why don't you..."
The implication is obvious.
The man laughed, took out the pen resignedly, and unscrewed it: "From which page?"
"8."
Jiang Fuyue looked at his side face with head down and staring. The setting sun passed through the window and slanted on his forehead, reflecting the eyelashes clearly, and the pupils also glowed with a crystal-clear color like glass.
The metallic pen was held in his bony hands, and the tip of the pen scraped across the paper, making a slight rustling sound.
Suddenly, the man looked sideways at her.
Jiang Fuyue was taken aback for a moment, then smiled, neither dodging nor dodging.
"Why?" He asked, doubts gradually appeared in his eyes, and his Adam's apple rolled up and down.
"Are you using a pen?"
"Um."
"It's rare to see anyone using a pen now."
"A pen holds more weight in your hand."
Jiang Fuyue looked at his handwriting in a blink of an eye, the strokes were strong and strong, piercing through the back of the paper.
Like others, he is meticulous, straight and upright.
Suddenly, Xie Dingyuan asked: "Do you want to try?"
"Um?"
He handed it over, "You hold it, it feels very different."
Jiang Fuyue took it, and during the process, the two fingertips touched, and they passed out with a burst of numbness.
Xie Dingyuan's heartbeat accelerated and his breathing stagnated.
Jiang Fuyue's eyes flickered slightly.
As he said, the weight of the pen in the hand cannot be ignored. The original cold body of the pen still retains the temperature of the man's palm, slightly lingering 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 "月".
"Hold it up a little bit."
Jiang Fuyue: "Is that so?"
Xie Dingyuan: "Too high."
"That's it?"
"It's low again."
The corners of 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 the machine at night. She only knows that there are more requirements for brushes. For hard brushes, as long as the writing is good enough, it doesn't matter how to grab the brush
"Of course there is. If you hold the pen too high, it's inconvenient to focus on, and if it's too low, it's easy to limit your vision and ignore the whole." After speaking, he got up and walked behind Jiang Fuyue.
First, he took the pen out of her hand, and after he settled for a position, he handed it over and motioned for her to pick it up.
Jiang Fuyue stretched out her hand, but she took it, but her posture was a little stiff.
In the next second, the heat hit her, and the man wrapped her hand in his palm: "This way...then I will write..."
The warm breath sprayed on the side of the ear, and a scent of pine wood lingered around, and his deep breath was full of his smell.
Jiang Fuyue's eyelashes trembled slightly, and she saw the word "Yuan" jumping in front of her eyes, standing side by side with the word "Yue" she had written earlier.
"See clearly?" The man's tone was calm, but if Jiang Fuyue turned her head at this moment, she could see his uncontrollable eyes, as well as the blush spreading from the roots of his ears to his neck...
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Three watches, two thousand words.
warn! warn! Too much sugar today!