Chapter 500

A busy day flies by.

Before leaving work, Jiang Fuyue handed the written auxiliary program to Lao Jin and Ding Yu, and received an angry stare from Lao Bai.

He covered his heart and said, "I'm not your only baby anymore, am I?"

Jiang Fuyue: "

Xie Dingyuan's chilly eyes floated over: "speak well."

"... oh."

Old Bai wilted and walked away.

After Lao Jin and Ding Yu tried to run 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's the change? Just today, I'll make up for the meal I owed last time."

Old Jin waved his big hand: "no problem! Let's go!"

Jiang Fuyue shook her head: "go, I still have a little unfinished here."

"How could it be?" Lao Jin didn't believe it first.

They all saw the speed of Jiang Fuyue, only faster than them.

"Let me see..." Ding Yu came to the screen.

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

"Well, I want to ask for leave tomorrow. I'll do it first."

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

Jiang Fuyue: "according to the prediction, I set the N + 1 group optimization process. When the data comes in, it will automatically enter the algorithm for screening. If there are n groups of data, at least one process in the N + 1 group optimization process meets the optimization conditions, and the program will automatically complete the update."

Lao Jin smacked his mouth, screened with algorithm, controlled by program, completely separated from manual, Niu X!

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

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

Jiang Fuyue didn't go, but Liu Guan didn't let Lao Jin go.

"OK, please invite you today and Xiaojiang another day." then he turned to ask Xie Dingyuan, "is the professor with you?"

"No, you go."

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

"I have about... Two hours. Why don't you go first?"

The man pulled over a chair and sat down and asked her, "will you ask for leave tomorrow?"

"Is that ok?"

"You've finished everything ahead of time. Why not?"

Jiang Fuyue said, "thank you, boss."

"I'm not your boss..."

"Huh?"

Xie Dingyuan waved: "can I help you?"

Don't say, it's true.

Jiang Fuyue pointed to the stack of analysis reports at hand: "the data comes out, and the summary hasn't been written yet. Why don't you..."

The implication is obvious.

The man smiled, took out his pen and unscrewed: "what page do you start from?"

“8。”

Jiang Fuyue looked at his side face with his head down. The setting sun passed through the window and sprinkled obliquely on his forehead. It reflected the clear roots of his eyelashes and the crystal color of glass in his pupils.

The metal pen was held in his bony hand, and the tip of the pen scratched across the paper, making a slight rustle.

Suddenly, the man looked at her.

Jiang Fuyue was stunned and immediately smiled, neither flashing nor hiding.

"What?" he asked, his eyes beginning to wonder, his Adam's apple rolling up and down.

"Are you using a pen?"

"Yes."

"Few people use pens now."

"A pen weighs more in your hand."

Jiang Fuyue looked at his words in a twinkling of an eye. His strokes were hard and broad, penetrating the back of the paper.

Like others, meticulous, straight and upright.

Suddenly, Xie Dingyuan asked, "do you want to try?"

"Huh?"

He handed it over. "You shake it. It feels very different."

Jiang Fuyue picked it up. In the process, their fingertips touched each other, and they fainted.

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 can not be ignored. The original cold pen body still has the temperature of the man's palm, which lingers with warmth.

"Try writing a few words."

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

"Hold it up a little."

Jiang Fuyue: "so?"

Xie Dingyuan: "high."

"So?"

"It's low again."

Jiang Fuyue drew from the corner of her mouth: "is there any stress in holding a pen?"

In her previous life, she also practiced calligraphy with a hand-held machine at night. She only knew that there would be more requirements for the brush. If the hard pen was good enough, it would be OK. Who cares how to catch the pen?

"Of course. Holding the pen too high is inconvenient to focus, too low is easy to 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, then hand it over and signal 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 came, and the man wrapped his palm around her hand: "so... Then write..."

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

Jiang Fuyue's eyelashes trembled slightly. A word "Yuan" jumped in front of her eyes, standing side by side with the word "month" she had previously written.

"Do you see clearly?" the man's tone was calm, but if Jiang Fuyue turned back at this time, he could see his eyes that he couldn't put, and the crimson root of his ears that spread to his neck