I am weak and friendly

Chapter 404 Let me see who didn't hand in their homework
Tang Yiping opened L Station and saw that the entire L Station had become so abstract that it had gone mad.

The banner for the "[L Station First Pingzi C Language Programming Contest]" has been hung up, the rules and regulations of the programming contest have been pinned to the top, and the prize pool has been announced.

as well as……

Indescribable things also appeared.

"I'm entering the competition! I'll do anything to get Hirako-sama to crossdress!"

"I want to participate! I must win the championship! I want to make Boss Hirako dress as a woman, and send the message only to me!"

Tang Yiping: ? ? ?

When did I say I wanted to wear women's clothing?

Wait, why does this prize pool look so familiar?
Team slots for 5090 big shots, internal referral slots from major companies, server resources, some rare and out-of-print service accounts, keyboard and mouse figurines, etc.—these all seem familiar.

Why is there even a piece of my own women's clothing in this prize pool?
Does this mean the winner of this programming competition will receive a photo of me in women's clothing?
Who made the decision?

"Where did this prize pool come from?" Tang Yiping quickly asked Brother Zhang.

"It's the prize pool for the bug bounty on your OIFU from last time!" Zhang said. "Everyone felt that it was really unlikely to find the bug on your OIFU, so with everyone's unanimous agreement, the prize pool was rolled over into this programming competition."

Unanimous agreement?
Who gave their approval?

I do not know how?
The board of directors unanimously agreed to remove the chairman from the board, right?

I did not agree!
I really didn't agree!
Tang Yiping felt this wouldn't work!
He quickly said, "Please don't misunderstand, everyone. I really just wanted to ask for a big assignment! I didn't organize any C programming competition!"

"Yes, that's why we're helping you with your homework!"

"It's just a programming competition."

"The wheels of history have already begun to turn."

"Anyone who tries to stop the car by standing in front of it is like a mantis trying to stop a chariot."

"Get out of my way, Hirako! Nothing can stop me from participating!"

"You think you're just asking for homework? Are you sure you understand what you mean? You're still too young. Go back and think about it some more."

Tang Yiping truly felt the despair of not being able to comprehend the author's own reading comprehension.

How to do?
I just wanted to secretly copy some homework, and now the whole world probably knows about it.

The problem is, it's women's clothing!
Should I also write one to participate in the competition?
Then dress up as a woman for yourself?

So you're producing and selling your own products, right?

The problem is, if I could write it and win the championship, would I even need to do this?

I'm a weakling with only 1302 points on the Mark Six website...

Why should I compete with others and win the championship?
"Son, are you going to wear women's clothes?" A voice came from behind Tang Yiping.

In that instant, what flashed through Tang Yiping's mind was a scene that often appeared in anime.

A dark figure suddenly appeared behind me, one of its eyes flashing an eerie red light.

"No, I didn't, don't talk nonsense!" Tang Yiping quickly denied it three times in a row.

Then I saw Master Tang reveal a mysterious and profound smile.

“Actually, your mother and I thought back then that it would be nice to have a daughter, we could buy her lots of pretty clothes. Although we love you very much, your mother has always had regrets all these years…” As Mr. Tang said this, he took out his phone and started sending messages.

What are you doing? What are you saying to my mom? Put your hand down!

Tang Yiping suddenly realized that having a father who was too down-to-earth and too knowledgeable about popular memes was not a good thing!
At times like this, I need an old man who would angrily rebuke netizens for corrupting his son, not a kind-hearted yet wicked old man.

"Don't worry, your mom said she'll definitely pick out the prettiest women's dress for you. She'll buy it with her own savings," Mr. Tang said, looking at his phone. "Your mom asked me to ask you what you think of this one. If you're not satisfied, she can continue looking."

Master Tang turned his phone around and handed it to Tang Yiping to look at.

Magic! A young girl!
get out of class is over, then it's time for magical girls, right?

Tang Yiping became withdrawn.

If the waiter hadn't served the food at that exact moment, Tang Yiping might have already jumped out of the window and ended his life.

In his grief and indignation, Tang Yiping looked out the window and began to sing a melancholy song:
"Hakimi North and South Green Beans, Hashika Yakunailong..."

...At this very moment, in an office at Chuanling University, about seventy kilometers away from the restaurant where Tang Yiping was eating, Zhou Siyuan finished typing the last line of code.

Then he read it again from beginning to end.

Hmm, it feels like it's at the level of a college student's "major assignment".

Based on his nearly ten years of teaching experience, this assignment is likely to be one of the better ones in the same batch, but not exceptionally good.

Not outstanding, not mediocre, very safe.

Regardless of who Hirako's teacher is, the chances of him being found out are slim, and it should be enough for Hirako to get away with it.

Thinking this, Zhou Siyuan couldn't help but want to laugh again.

As a teacher, I try to catch students cheating every day, especially now that AI is around, it's really too difficult to get students to do their homework properly.

Every day, we have to outwit and outmaneuver massive numbers of students and AI.

I never imagined that I would end up being a ghostwriter for someone else.

But, there is no way.

Without doing this, there's simply no chance of getting in touch with Boss Pingzi.

Hirako controls OIFU, a phenomenal local life application that can be considered the most powerful at present. He has a massive amount of data at his disposal. Whether or not he can complete his related research depends entirely on whether Hirako will choose him.

Hopefully, the big shot will notice me.

"Damn this exam-oriented education system! A student like Pingzi should be treated specially. Why does he have to do such a big assignment?" Zhou Siyuan thought to himself. "I really don't know who his teacher is. I really want to have a word with him."

However, if it weren't for this colleague, I really wouldn't have had the chance to get to know the big shot, Hirako.

Well, we should thank him.

After sending out the code, Zhou Siyuan refreshed the L-site homepage, and then...

Sudden change in painting style.

???

What the hell?

Didn't you ask for homework?

How did it suddenly turn into a programming competition?

Could it be that I really misunderstood?
Zhou Siyuan suddenly became insecure.

He climbed the stairs for half a day, and the more he looked, the less confident he became.

Could it be that all my writing was in vain?

I hope I haven't misunderstood what the expert meant. He really needs a major assignment, not some kind of programming competition like others do.

Or... should I write another one?
No, no, no, Zhou Siyuan, you must trust your own judgment and not be led astray by these people!

The more correct the path, the lonelier it is!

It took Zhou Siyuan a long time to calm himself down.

Then, he looked at the complicated tasks on his desktop, sighed, and clicked on another contact, Gu Wenzhou.

This person is his first disciple, the first doctoral student he supervised, and is now a lecturer at Chuanling University, where he taught first-year C programming students last year.

This year, these abstract learners will be taking his data structures class.

"Zhouzi, how are your students doing? Are there any promising talents?" Zhou Siyuan asked.

Gu Wenzhou sent a laughing-crying emoji: "I'm looking at their big assignments right now... well, they're all hard to describe."

“It’s one thing if the writing is bad, but the problem is that even with this level of difficulty, several people still haven’t submitted their assignments,” Gu Wenzhou said.

Kids these days are hopeless.

Zhou Siyuan sighed and shook his head.

(End of this chapter)