After I returned home, I told my parents that I had signed up for a computer class. This time, my father did not object. Instead, he encouraged me to study hard and not give up halfway.
As a technical engineer in the factory, my father knew the importance of learning computers well for my future work. Without saying a word, he gave me the tuition fee and praised me for being sensible and knowing how to learn. In 1994, computers had not yet become something that later became a
Some parents call them game consoles and electronic drugs. At this time, computers were still very mysterious in the eyes of most people, and were a symbol of high-tech office automation.
The computer room of the Children's Palace is very small, with only about twenty computers, all of which are Lenovo 386 brand machines. When I entered, there were only four or five people sitting in the room, which was completely different from the dozens of people in yesterday's Sanda class.
No wonder the trial fee is so expensive. If it is less, you may not even be able to pay the teacher's lecture fee.
Computers in this era are boring to our generation, and are far less exciting than game consoles. It is precisely because computers are too mysterious that many children and even parents think that they are a scientific instrument that is far away from life. Only a few
Forward-thinking parents will send their children here to study.
I found a seat near the back and sat down, turned on the power of the computer. The familiar self-test sound sounded, and for a moment I was in a great mood. I stared at the screen and waited for the familiar small window screen.
Huh? Why is the screen black? I looked at the prompt in front of me and suddenly remembered that at this time, the domestic computer system was still in the DOS era.
Isn't this a trick for a clever woman? In my previous life, I was used to using graphical interfaces, but one day I had to face prompts. Fortunately, I had learned DOS6.22 and TC2.0 when I was in college, otherwise I really wouldn't have known how to use them.
Where to start.
I skillfully brought up the file directory on the hard disk. The only languages that can be used are BASIC and LOGO. I didn’t even install TC (C language program compiler). There are also several small programs for practicing fingering. BASIC is my
The worst language I learned in my previous life was also the language I used the least frequently. Even if I used it, I would use VB. There was no need to memorize some statements and functions. I have never used the LOGO language at all, and I didn’t even see any of my colleagues using it.
Pass.
"Liu Lei?" Suddenly I heard an extremely moving voice calling my name, and I could hear this voice even in my sleep. It came from our lovely classmate Zhao Yanyan.
"Liu Lei, it's really you, why are you here?" Zhao Yanyan unceremoniously sat on a seat next to me.
"I should ask you this, right? Aren't you learning to dance?" I stopped what I was doing and said to Zhao Yanyan.
"How do you know I'm learning dance here?" Zhao Yanyan looked at me suspiciously.
Sweat broke out on my head immediately, and I almost revealed my secret. Logically speaking, I could never know that Zhao Yanyan was studying dance here. The school had just started for a week, and Zhao Yanyan had never mentioned it to me, but
In my previous life, I knew that Zhao Yanyan came to the Children's Palace every Saturday to learn dance.
I took a deep breath and pretended to be nonchalant and said, "I saw you yesterday when I came to learn Sanda."
"Oh, it turns out you are practicing Sanda. I really didn't notice. But that's wrong, Liu Lei." Zhao Yanyan changed the subject and looked at me with a half-smile. "I had something to do yesterday and didn't come to the dance class at all, so Liu Lei, you
Hurry and tell the truth, how did you know this news?"
No way, my God! I was getting darker and darker. I was so smart that I was misled by my cleverness. But at this time, my savior appeared. An old man came up to the podium and said to us: "Okay, everyone.
Be quiet, I'm going to start my lecture."
As expected, Zhao Yanyan was interrupted by him and stopped questioning me. She took out a small notebook from her backpack and prepared to take notes.
I was wondering, Zhao Yanyan also came to the computer class? I had never heard of it in my previous life? Besides, girls are basically not interested in these things. This can be seen from the fact that Zhao Yanyan is the only girl in the classroom.
"Why did you come to learn this?" I asked.
"Who made the rule that you are allowed to come and I am not allowed to come?" Zhao Yanyan stared at the podium intently and whispered.
"It's just that I can't concentrate on studying when you come here." I said with a low groan.
"Why can't you study hard? Wouldn't it be nice to have a beautiful woman like me by your side?" Zhao Yanyan whispered to me while listening to the old man on the stage. She was a little absent-minded and subconsciously teased me.
One sentence. But as soon as I finished saying it, I realized something was wrong, and my face turned red, feeling ashamed.
I pretended not to notice and continued: "It's just because I only looked at you in class that I couldn't concentrate on the class."
"Who are you lying to?" Zhao Yanyan hummed, "I wonder who falls asleep as soon as class starts."
"Then I can't always look at you during class, so you should be embarrassed." I said shamelessly.
My words made Zhao Yanyan's cheeks immediately flutter. She remained silent for a long time, and finally said softly: "Hurry up and listen to the class."
"Computer science is a mysterious course. We can use it to draw pictures, edit text, process data, and even write our favorite small programs, such as games..." The old man giving the lecture was talking endlessly in front of me.
It was bound to be nonsense after nonsense. Zhao Yanyan listened with great interest, and would write something down in her notebook from time to time. Looking at the others, they were also listening with great interest. I sneered in my heart, you will know what it means when you learn programming.
It's boring.
In the DOS era, what kind of programs could make money? In an era when copyright was not very perfect, the number of computers in China was not large, and there were also a lot of pirated software. At this time, it seemed impossible to get people to pay for genuine ones.
Possibly, I fell into deep thought for a while.
I typed the keyboard quickly with both hands, which was an unconscious action I did every time I thought about a problem in my previous life. All I typed on the screen were fhqutemvga, which is the five-stroke sequence of the three characters Zhao Yanyan. I
I came back to my senses with a wry smile, and glanced at Zhao Yanyan next to me with the corner of my eyes. The little girl was still listening to the old man's nonsense with relish, as if she didn't pay any attention to what I was doing. Thanks to my unconscious actions,
What came out was a five-stroke font. If I had Chinese Pinyin, this little girl would probably think that I was a psychopath, but there is no way I would be so moved that I would finally commit myself to him, even though the possibility of this is almost zero.
I cleared the screen. It seems that my habit is not very good. If everyone around me learns Wubi in the future, it will be exposed. Wubi! By the way, I slapped my thigh. As far as I know, there is no special person in this era.
The perfect Pinyin input method, many people are struggling to memorize the Wubi root in order to pursue typing speed. In later generations, there are very few people who actually use the Wubi input method, and they are all replaced by Pinyin. And some do not often
It is simply a fantasy for people who type and work in government enterprises and institutions to ask them to learn Wubi.
If I can comprehensively improve the Pinyin input methods under the WINDOWS platform such as Smart ABC and Sogou Pinyin that will be seen in future generations, and transplant them to the DOS platform, it will definitely set off an input method craze. (To be continued)