Who wants to be a male model after being reborn? I want to be a male god.

Chapter 397 Code Changes the World
Jia Mingliang took a deep breath after hearing Xu Wen's words.

He pushed up his glasses and tried to calm himself down.

At this time, Wan Zhi also walked onto the stage, holding three printed process charts in his hand.

"The equipment has been debugged as planned. I will give the opening remarks, then Jia Mingliang will talk about the technical part, and finally General Manager Xu will give the summary." Wan Zhi's voice remained calm.

But Xu Wen noticed that his fingers left several subtle creases on the edge of the paper.

He took the process sheet, which was filled with notes, even marking the estimated duration of each step and possible questions.

This is obviously the result of Wan Zhi's late-night preparations.

"Perfect. Remember, today we are not only promoting the college, but also showcasing the strength of Shancheng to the entire school. There may be our future partners or even competitors in the audience." Xu Wen said approvingly as he looked at the two of them.

Jia Mingliang and Wan Zhi looked at each other and nodded at the same time.

Years of fighting side by side have enabled them to develop a tacit understanding that requires no words.

Xu Wen looked at the two former abstract seniors in front of him.

A cross-dressing man with social phobia and a otaku obsessed with the second dimension.

Now that we have all grown into independent professionals, we feel an indescribable sense of accomplishment.

He really succeeded in changing these two people.

There were still ten minutes before the class officially started and the noise in the classroom was growing louder.

Xu Wen stood by the window and saw that students were still pouring in, and soon even the entrance was filled with people.

In the corridor, several late students were looking around anxiously, trying to find a gap.

"This is more exaggerated than the opening ceremony." A boy wearing glasses said to his companions, holding a notebook and a pen in his hands, obviously coming here specifically to learn from others.

"I heard that Professor Xu's company is valued at over 100 million yuan. There are only a few successful entrepreneurial cases of this level in the entire history of Linjiang University." His companion responded in a low voice.

When Xu Wen heard these discussions, the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

He turned his head to look at the podium. Wan Zhi had already taken the lecture seat and was doing the final equipment check.

The projector lit up, and the Flash City Technology's logo appeared on the screen. The simple and modern icon was particularly eye-catching against the background.

"It's time to start." Xu Wen said to Jia Mingliang, who was flipping through his notes and repeating key data.

At this moment, the back door of the classroom was suddenly pushed open, and several student union cadres squeezed in breathlessly, holding cameras and tripods in their hands.

"Make way! The school newspaper and TV station want to record the video!" the leading boy shouted loudly, with beads of sweat on his forehead.

The crowd reluctantly made way for a narrow passage, and the cameraman struggled to squeeze to the front row and set up his equipment on both sides of the podium.

Xu Wen recognized that this was professional equipment of the school news agency, usually only used to record the principal's speeches or important academic activities.

"Director Li even invited the school media? If this presentation goes wrong, won't the whole school know about it?" Jia Mingliang's voice began to tremble again.

Xu Wen was about to comfort him when a few more people came in from the front door of the classroom, led by an old professor with gray hair, followed by several young teachers.

The students immediately quieted down and spontaneously made way for them.

"It's Dean Zhang from the School of Computer Science!" someone exclaimed in a low voice.

Xu Wen was also surprised.

This highly respected old professor rarely attended student activities, and in the past he had only heard of such a person.

I didn't expect that you would be here in person today.

Dean Zhang smiled and nodded to the students, then sat down next to Li Jiefeng. The two chatted in a low voice for a few words, then looked towards the podium at the same time, their eyes full of anticipation.

"It's over, it's over, the dean is here. Can I pretend to have a sudden illness?" Jia Mingliang began to mutter unconsciously.

He tugged at the corner of his clothes tightly, like a primary school student who was about to be questioned.

Xu Wen held his shoulders and said, "Look at me, Jia Mingliang."

Jia Mingliang raised his head, his eyes full of fear.

"Do you still remember our first office? It was a classroom with only a few desks." Xu Wen asked softly.

Jia Mingliang was stunned for a moment, then nodded: "I remember, I thought it was quite comfortable there at the time, and I could work without having to go outside the school."

"Did you ever think at that time that one day more than 400 people would come to listen to our stories? Would the dean come in person to listen to you, Jia Mingliang, a once unknown and marginal figure, share your experiences?"

Jia Mingliang's eyes gradually brightened and his breathing became steady.

He looked down at his sweat-stained plaid shirt and suddenly laughed: "Mr. Xu, do you still remember the painful T-shirt I wore when we first met?"

Xu Wen also smiled: "Of course I remember, I have never seen anyone with such a high concentration of the second dimension before."

"In comparison, I have made a lot of progress today. At least I'm not wearing slippers." Jia Mingliang took a deep breath and straightened his back.

Wan Zhi came over and handed him a pack of tissues expressionlessly: "Wipe your sweat, you look like you just got out of the water."

Jia Mingliang took the tissue and wiped his face randomly, then suddenly realized something: "Wait, Master Wan, your hands are shaking!"

Wan Zhi quickly put his hands behind his back, but the tips of his ears were already red. "It's just muscle fatigue. I was writing PPT until three o'clock last night."

Xu Wen looked at the two friends, and a warm feeling welled up in his heart. Many years ago, they were marginalized problem students, and they became friends because they were isolated and excluded.

Now they are about to stand on the stage and show their growth and transformation to the whole school.

"It's going to start in five minutes. I'll go prepare the opening." Wan Zhi looked at his watch and his voice returned to its usual calmness, though his speaking speed was a little faster than usual.

When the clock pointed to two o'clock in the afternoon, the lights in the classroom dimmed and the projector came on.

Wan Zhi stood on the podium and adjusted the height of the microphone.

The whole place fell silent instantly, with everyone's eyes focused on this handsome and tall young man.

"Good afternoon, teachers and students. I am one of the technical directors of Shancheng. My name is Wan Zhi. I am honored to return to my alma mater today to share our entrepreneurial story with you." Wan Zhi's voice spread throughout the classroom through the speakers, clear and steady.

Xu Wen stood at the side, observing Wan Zhi's performance carefully.

The boy who once had difficulty even looking people in the eye now stood in front of more than 400 people, and his voice did not tremble at all.

Although his fingers were still unconsciously pulling at his trouser legs, his overall performance far exceeded expectations.

Wan Zhi's speech was concise and powerful. In ten minutes, he outlined the journey of Shancheng from a campus startup project to an industry upstart.

When he presented the company's latest data, there were exclamations from the audience.

The average daily order volume exceeded 100,000, and the market share accounted for more than 90% of the takeaway market in colleges and universities in Jiangsu Province. The size of the staff has expanded from less than ten people at the beginning to nearly a hundred people.

"Next, I would like to invite my colleague Jia Mingliang to give you a detailed introduction to the technical architecture and innovations of Shancheng." After Wan Zhi finished speaking, he bowed to the audience, then looked at Jia Mingliang on the side with encouragement in his eyes.

Amid the applause, Jia Mingliang took a deep breath and walked up to the podium.

When he passed by Wan Zhi, the latter nodded slightly, and this small action seemed to give Jia Mingliang great courage.

"Hello everyone, I'm Jia Mingliang. I'm in charge of the technical research and development of Shancheng." He still stuttered a little in his opening remarks, and beads of sweat oozed from his forehead.

There was friendly laughter and applause from the audience, and a few boys even whistled.

Jia Mingliang was stunned for a moment, but he did not feel offended by the teasing.

Because he realized that these people were his kind.

Those otakus who spend all day with codes and find comfort in the second dimension and games.

There was no ridicule in their eyes, only admiration and expectation.

Jia Mingliang suddenly smiled, and his shoulders relaxed: "Well, it seems that there are many colleagues here, so I don't need to pretend to be serious, let's talk about something practical."

He took off his suit jacket and threw it aside, then rolled up the sleeves of his plaid shirt. This casual action immediately brought him closer to the audience.

Xu Wen noticed that several girls in the first row had begun to discuss in a low voice Jia Mingliang's "contrasting cuteness" temperament.

"A year ago, like many of you here, I was a nerd who could do nothing but write code. I didn't even dare to eat alone in the cafeteria because I always felt that others were looking at me." Jia Mingliang's voice became fluent.

There was a resonant laugh from the audience, and many students nodded in empathy.

"But Xu Wen, the one standing over there pretending to be cool, told me that he had a project and wanted to work with me. I said give me a month and I will definitely satisfy you." Jia Mingliang pointed at Xu Wen on the side curtain, triggering another burst of laughter.

Jia Mingliang was completely into the mood. He began to use vivid and humorous language to describe how the Shancheng technical team overcame one problem after another.

When he showed the architecture diagram of the backend system, several computer science professors showed surprised expressions.

The system developed by the student team was more complex and complete than they had expected.

"Our distributed order processing system can handle millions of concurrent requests, which is leading in the entire industry. And it all started with the small classroom lent to us by Director Li Jiefeng and the pitiful computing resources on the college server." Jia Mingliang said proudly, his finger sliding across the architecture diagram on the screen under the guidance of a laser pen.

Li Jiefeng smiled with satisfaction in the audience and whispered something to Dean Zhang beside him, who nodded repeatedly.

Jia Mingliang's speech lasted for forty minutes, during which no student left early.

When he talked about how the team worked non-stop for three days and three nights to resolve the system collapse crisis, several girls even had tears in their eyes.

Xu Wen noticed that Jia Mingliang's eyes occasionally swept over the girls in the third row.

These girls took notes seriously from the beginning and cast admiring glances at him from time to time.

He didn't expect that the lie he just made up would come true.

“So, if you are like me, a nerd with nothing but technology, please remember that your code can change the world as long as you dare to take the first step. Thank you everyone,” Jia Mingliang concluded, his voice trembling slightly with excitement.

The whole audience burst into warm applause, which lasted so long that Jia Mingliang was at a loss and could only keep bowing.

Xu Wen saw that his eyes were a little red. This programmer, who usually had a cheerful face, was now trying hard to control his emotions.

Just as the applause died down and Xu Wen was about to go on stage to make his final summary, the back door of the classroom was suddenly pushed open with a loud noise.

Everyone turned around to look at the same time.

A slightly plump middle-aged man in a dark suit stood at the door with a gloomy face.

He had his hair neatly combed back and his eyes narrowed as he scanned the packed classroom.

Xu Wen recognized him immediately.

Mr. Bian Ming from the Creative Committee, the person in charge of their project who once made things difficult for them.

(End of this chapter)