Chapter 3: Test the Sword

Dear readers, it’s not that I don’t want to update, but that the publisher asked me to slow down the update speed. Moreover, I cannot continue to update the public version before it is published, so I can only temporarily release the physical version. Please forgive me.

"From Starting from scratch" has been confirmed to be published in Xinchang Publishing House. The publication date of episodes 1 and 2 is scheduled for April 22, so there is still some time before normal updates. I hope everyone can wait for a while. When the physical version update speed is close to the old version, I will update as usual. I am also in a difficult situation. I hope everyone understands...

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In my imagination, the class bell rang in my ears quickly. As my classmates returned to their seats, the originally noisy classroom slowly returned to their original silence, and everyone was quietly waiting for the arrival of the computer teacher.

Several of the curious classmates turned back to me from time to time, what was there to look good? Are you still a human? So I glared at them, and then the few of them looked amazing, and finally had to turn their heads reluctantly.

I suppressed my excitement and began to observe among the fifty students in the class. Unfortunately, my eyes went around. Except for the girl who flirted with Zhang Min just now, the others were all ordinary people. Could this be the characteristic of a key high school? They were all nerds!

Thinking of it, I couldn't help but touch my cheeks. I remember that when I was a child, people always said that I was cute and beautiful. Unfortunately, after five years of imprisonment without any fun, my smile rarely appeared on my face, giving people a cold feeling invisibly.

When I felt good, a thin figure passed through my eyes and came to my senses. I saw him walking straight towards the podium, smirking at the students below, then supported his hands and spoke directly, "Hello everyone, classmates! I have taught you two years of computer courses, and we are all old acquaintances, so I will not repeat the rules of class anymore. I hope everyone can abide by it consciously. To put it short, let me introduce the teaching tasks of this semester. Since this year is the last year of your high school career, according to regulations, you must pass the computer typing test after high school graduation, so there is nothing to teach you in this semester. It is nothing more than typing practice."

When the computer teacher said this, many of the students below were already clamoring.

"Typing? It's so boring!"

"Teacher, I want to play games!"

"I want to go online!"

Seeing that the active elements were still there, the computer teacher smiled slightly, "Zheng An, what is your speed of typing in English per minute?"

"Well, I haven't calculated it, I guess it's about 150!" The guy called out was a boy about 175. He had a very white skin. He sorted out a student's head and thought about the teacher's question before answering.

"Sit down first!" The teacher nodded, waved his hand, paused for a while, and continued, "We will take a typing test when we are on the computer later. As long as we have more than 120 words/minute, I will no longer interfere in the future class, including playing games. However, if we cannot pass, I have to ask you to practice typing honestly. I wonder if you have any opinions?" At the end of the talk, the teacher who couldn't name showed a cunning smile.

"No!" As soon as Teacher Shou finished speaking, the whole class shouted in unison, of course I was missing one.

"Okay, then let's go to the computer room!" The teacher waved his hand, and the students stood up one after another and walked out in an orderly manner.

"Sun Xuelei, I heard that there is a new student in your class. Which one is it? Let him come over!" Before all the students left, the computer teacher called the girl who had just played with Zhang Min and called her in front of her.

"That's the one, I'll call him for you!" Sun Xuelei, who was handsome, heard the teacher calling her name, obediently walked to the podium, pointed at me, and after saying a few steps, he hurried behind me, blinked his big eyes, and said in a sweet voice, "Student Pan, teacher, please come over!"

"Oh!" I rarely talked to a girl, answered simply, looked at her coldly, turned around and walked towards the computer teacher in front of the podium. Her beauty did not shock me.

A strange big boy? Sun Xuelei had never seen such a cold look before, so he had to shake his head helplessly and find that Zhang Min at the entrance of the stairs was looking back, knowing that he was waiting for him, and his heart felt sweet. He quickly threw what had just happened and appeared in front of Zhang Min with a sweet smile.

"Who are you looking for?" Sun Xuelei grimaced at Zhang Min, and then smiled like spring, causing the students around him to whistle.

The classmates naturally knew that Zhang Min and the class leader Sun Xuelei would not be just a simple classmate relationship. Zheng An, who loves to make fun of, emerged from somewhere and unexpectedly pushed Zhang Min towards Sun Xuelei. The latter was not prepared and happened to be hugged by Zhang Min. She was ashamed that she quickly escaped from Zhang Min's arms and chased the perpetrator, Zheng An. The students around her followed them like watching the fun and walked towards the computer room.

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"Teacher, are you looking for me?" I walked to the podium calmly, and at this moment I had the opportunity to look at this teacher who was not astonishingly pretty. He was less than 1.7 meters tall, dark and thin, and not very good-looking. I really couldn't tell that he was actually a computer teacher. Fortunately, he was not a hacker, otherwise the outside world would have misunderstood the hacker's appearance.

"Yeah, what's your name? Write the name here!"

I took a list of attendance from him, wrote down the distorted Chinese words, filled my name in the last space, and then returned it to him. I just planned to leave, but he stopped me.

"Your name is Pan Junyu, you need to practice calligraphy more in the future! My name is Wang Qiang, you can call me Teacher Wang!" Wang Qiang glanced at my name and was really not quite satisfied with my handwriting. Alas, he sighed in his heart. I look so talented, but unfortunately the words I wrote were very inconsistent with my appearance.

"Yeah!" I made a heavy nasal sound, which was considered to be a reply to Wang Qiang's words. I followed him silently, went to the lower floor of the teaching building, passed through the narrow walkway, and soon went to the top floor of another comprehensive teaching building.

"You change into your shoe covers first, I will assign you a seat later!" Wang Qiang stopped and saw that I was about to walk past him, so he quickly reached out to stop me.

"Oh!" He took the blue plastic shoe cover from the teacher's hand. Although he was not wearing it quickly, he could no longer feel excited. His eyes unconsciously looked into the computer room. The classroom of about 60 square meters was divided into two rows. After a rough calculation, it was estimated that there were more than 60 computers.

"Get in!" Wang Qiang pushed me gently and pulled me into the computer room. The students who had arrived had already turned on the computer without waiting for the teacher's instructions.

"You sit there first!" Wang Qiang glanced at the classroom full of sitting. There were only four machines in the second row and no one used them. He had to signal me to sit there. Seeing that I was settled, he deliberately cleared his throat and started the course of the day. He made the students familiar with the keyboard and practiced in the typing software. The test started five minutes later.

As for me, I am not interested in sitting in the last row, and I am satisfied with the computer contact, so I don’t care about these trivial matters.

I, who has always been calm, nervously pressed the power switch at this time. The boot screen of Windows 2000 soon appeared on the screen. Fifteen seconds later, my computer, recycling bin, IE, and various software shortcuts appeared in front of me.

Alas, time is so fast. I remember that I was the first time I came into contact with the latest operating system WIN95, a month before I was caught. Now in the blink of an eye, Microsoft has developed Windows 2000. Although it has been upgraded to two levels, the current software is just more user-friendly, the picture is more gorgeous, and the language written is still from my era, so I am not disconnected. Besides, compared with the UNIX system, Microsoft's Windows series has too many system vulnerabilities, and UNIX and LINUX cannot be mastered by individuals. It is because it is based on security, while Apple's MACOS and Microsoft's Windows are based on humanized operations, and secondly, they consider security. So it can be said that if you really understand computers, you don't like the win operating system, and I am no exception. Unfortunately, there are no conditions now, so you have to just put it aside.

When I put my hands on the sandy keyboard, I wanted to get in touch with contemporary computers, but when I really had them, I didn't know what to do first, so I was stunned and my mind was blank.

"Why, you can't play with computers?" I didn't know when a classmate appeared beside me. I looked up at him! Hey, it was him. If I remember correctly, he should be called Zheng An. I saw that he sat in the seat beside me without thinking, skillfully turned on the computer, and asked curiously at me.

"Aren't you sitting in the front row? Why are you here?" I don't like someone watching me operate a computer. If someone is found when invading a foreign website, it will be difficult to explain. The five-year imprisonment made me clearly understand that the disadvantages of being famous far outweigh the benefits, which will attract the attention of many people and hinder future development. So I looked at him reluctantly and frowned and said.

"The machine in front is broken, the teacher asked me to sit here. My name is Zheng An. Look at your trendy outfit, it's so cool, but it's too much. I actually bought a pair of fake Nike shoes. Although it was made very real, we experts like us knew it was a fake at a glance!" Zheng An looked me from head to toe within ten seconds of starting the computer, and then concluded the above conclusion.

"What? Fake!" Zheng An even considered himself an expert, but actually said that the shoes I bought in the United States were fake, which made people laugh, especially his confident expression, I couldn't help it. He changed his usual indifference and covered his mouth and almost laughed out loud.

"What? Did I say it wrong?" Zheng An saw me holding back his smile, quickly grew his mouth and grabbed Pan's sleeve to ask why.

"You can see it yourself!" I was too lazy to explain, and I didn't want to talk much. Anyway, I sat in the last row and looked around, and my classmates were doing their own things, so I simply took off my smelly shoes in public, and didn't care about the odor they emitted, and threw the shoes to Zheng An.

It was rare that the boy didn't dislike taking other people's smelly shoes. He even lowered his head seriously and carefully appreciated the shoes from the inside out. After a while, he had to return the shoes to me embarrassedly and beg me for mercy with a red face. "Brother, you are so great. These shoes are limited to Nike. They can't be bought in China. They have sold smuggled goods for 1,800 yuan. You actually put them on your feet after buying them. It seems that they have never been wiped. This, these are footprints. Alas, I don't care about this kind of good thing. I really feel sad about these shoes!"

"What's wrong? Isn't it just for buying shoes? Why are you so interested in shoes?" Zheng An was the first peer I came into contact with after I was released from prison. Seeing that he was so enthusiastic, I asked with a hint of emotion. After that, I also glanced at his feet. It was also Nike shoes, but the grade was lower and there was no front and rear air cushions.

"Well, I like to wear good shoes, but unfortunately my parents don't pay for it, so they can only wear this kind of clothes. Compared with my elder brother, it's just a world!" Zheng An couldn't help but show an inferior expression on his face. In his depressedness, he skillfully opened the typing software and looked like he was preparing for a test.

I don’t know which software this school uses to test the typing speed. If necessary, I can write a typing program under pure DOS as long as I give it fifteen minutes. Unfortunately, reality does not allow me to do this. I put away my thoughts and followed Zheng An’s steps and quickly entered the program interface.

After a while, Wang Qiang walked to the last row of students and looked at the computer screens of Zheng An, "I see that everyone is ready, so let's start the test now!" With Wang Qiang's order, all the students quickly tried their best to quickly typing the keyboard. As students in key high schools, they passed the computer foundations, and only the crackling keyboard sounds could be heard in the classroom. I was not willing to be lonely at this time. Because I had not touched the computer keyboard for five years, my fingers were stiffly typing the keyboard, and my speed was much worse than that of Zheng An around me.

"Oh my God, is this your grade?" After several tests, Wang Qiang asked all the students to stop the operation and displayed the full screen of the recordings of several typing exercises on the display screen. He started from the first row and recorded the grades one by one. At this time, Zheng An was bored. He first looked at his grades with great satisfaction, then turned his head toward my screen, and once again opened his mouth wide and made an amazing sound.

"Yeah, of course!" I answered coolly.

"The first time I typed only has 79 words per minute, with a accuracy rate of 100%. The second time was normal, reaching 128, and the accuracy rate remained the same; but the most exaggerated thing was that the last time was 327, with a 100% accuracy rate. There was no typing speed in our class that exceeded 250, but now there was a person who exceeded 300. It seems that even Teacher Wang could not compare to you. Hey, judging from your previous actions, I thought you had never touched the computer! It turned out to be a master, how about it? When we have time, we fight against the Stars alone. Zhang Min is the God of CS in our school, and I am the King of Stars!" Looking at Zheng An talking about the game, he became energetic, and even his eyes were filled with excitement.

What CS, Interstellar? Is it the latest software? I seem to have seen it somewhere. Although I have some impressions in my mind, I just can't remember it. I had to look at Zheng An in confusion, hoping that he could give me a reasonable explanation. What is CS, Interstellar? (Because Pan Junyu is banned from using computers, although he still reads some computer books, he has never paid attention to the game!)

"No, you haven't heard of CS, Interstellar?" Zheng An found that I frowned and looked up at the teacher with a thoughtful expression. He found that Wang Qiang was still a distance from his row, so he asked tentatively.

"Well, what are they used for?" I was even more confused about Zheng An's surprise. I didn't know, but I didn't know, and I didn't feel embarrassed. Naturally, I asked him a question frankly. There was no way, and genius was not omnipotent.

"Oh my God, some of us at our age don't know CS, Interstellar, and this person is still sitting next to me. Pan Junyu, aren't you kidding me?" Zheng An observed me skeptically. When he thought, a boy with a very fast typing speed would not have never played CS, Interstellar and other games. He wouldn't believe it even if he killed him.

"Well, I'm not kidding. Are those very famous? You must teach me when you have time!" As for computers, as long as I realize my shortcomings, I will definitely try my best to enrich myself, because computers are developing very fast now. As long as I can't keep up with the beat, they will be eliminated soon. The lifespan of programmers is only five years, so I can never finish learning the computers, which is really tiring; so I let go of my dignity and humbly ask for advice.

"Okay, of course there is no problem. After the teacher registered his grades later, we will play a game online immediately!" Zheng An agreed quickly, but he still didn't believe it in his heart, so he pushed the girl in the front row and asked her to help contact Zhang Min, Lu Jianfeng, Liu Bo and others, and let one of them be the host.

I heard Zheng An give a bunch of strange names. Except for the one named Zhang Min, I didn’t know what others looked like. Forget it, I will get to know it sooner or later.

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"Pan Junyu, is this your typing score?" Wang Qiang recorded all the students' typing scores and finally came to Zheng An and my computer desk. After recording the typing speed of the latter, he naturally turned his gaze to my screen. At this time, he was also stunned by the numbers on it and rubbed his eyes specifically. It would not be dazzled, right? After confirming that he was not wrong, he stared at me and asked in disbelief.

"Yeah!" I nodded reluctantly. What is this speed? If I were familiar with the keyboard for a while, I would definitely be able to record more than 350. These people are really fussing.

"Teacher, I can prove that these results are all Pan Junyu's own!" Seeing that the teacher had questions about me, Zheng An sat aside. He was about to enter the game. He was so good that he quickly interrupted and explained to me.

"Oh? Really? Pan Junyu, have you learned computer science?" Wang Qiang looked at the handsome me in front of him. Only this explanation can explain the results in front of him.

"Yeah, I learned it!" I couldn't lie, nor did I have to hide the fact that I could operate a computer. The school archives only record my birth date, my return date and some information about my parents. There is no record of everything that happened in the United States, and it can only be found in the United States. So I was not worried that anyone here would know my past, so I looked at the teacher without any emotional answers.

"After studying for a few years, have you passed the National Computer Level 2 Certificate?" Wang Qiang was not giving up and continued to ask. For the first time, he found that students who typed so quickly might not focus on training. In the future, participating in computer-related competitions can still win glory for the school.

"In just a few years, I haven't passed the second level!" I could tell him that I was seven years old and now I am eighteen years old. I think I am older than the teacher's computer. If I hadn't promised my mother not to cause trouble outside, Wang Qiang would have taught me at the very level? Hum, hum!

"Do you like computers? Are you interested in participating in computer clubs?" Even though I haven't passed the second level of computer exam, my intuition told Wang Qiang that the freshman in front of me may be a talent for making, and no matter what the future holds, I decided to bring me into the club and focus on training.

"I like it, can I participate?" I certainly wouldn't miss this opportunity to come to the door if I had the opportunity to get in touch with the computer. The originally rigid and expressionless face instantly turned into a look of excitement.

"Of course!" Wang Qiang smiled at me with satisfaction, because he thought that only those who really like computers would do this. So he smiled and patted my shoulder, picked up his pen, continued the work just now, wrote my typing speed on the last line, and then thought of something, and solemnly reminded him, "By the way, our computer club is in this classroom every Monday, Friday, and 3:30 pm. It happens to be Monday, so you don't forget to come to this classroom to report immediately after school!"
Chapter completed!