They're already in university, and the primary school system is only just starting out?

In a small hotel next to Yannan University, Chen Lin took off the headphones connected to his laptop and let out a long sigh of relief.

After exchanging only a few words with the client nicknamed "Phoenix Institute Kyouma," Chen Lin had a premonition that the deal was almost certainly going to go through.

To avoid being locked out of the dormitory at 11:30 pm, and to find an absolutely quiet environment where he wouldn't be disturbed by his roommates, he decisively took his laptop and headed straight for this small hotel next to the school.

He closed his eyes and carefully sensed the state of his brain.

I felt a little tired, like after staying up all night to review, but it was nothing like the intense fatigue I felt when I explained the competition model algorithm to Shen Yan last time, as if I had been completely drained.

"It seems my guess was right."

Last time, when he explained things to Shen Yan, it took more than three and a half hours, including talking and calculating, before he felt that his energy was severely depleted.

This time, although the entire problem-solving process was concentrated within an hour and a half, my body could handle it perfectly.

"I feel that setting a maximum of three hours for a single consultation is about right."

It now seems that as long as the mathematical problem is not a cutting-edge theoretical research problem, using the title of "little mathematician" will not cause the problem of being drained of energy, as long as the time is not too long.

Feeling more confident, Chen Lin gave a small celebration for the successful opening of his new business, and then a wave of weariness washed over him.

That's good. Go to bed early and get up early; health is the foundation for making money.

He took a hot shower, lay down on the hotel's rather stiff single bed, scrolled through his phone for a while, and soon fell into a deep sleep.

……

The next day, Tuesday.

Chen Lin woke up very early at eight o'clock in the morning.

When I got back to room 406, Fatty Zhao was still snoring loudly on his bed. Li Houzi and Wang Tao's beds were empty; they must have had classes that morning.

Chen Lin had no classes in the morning, so after a quick wash, he went straight to the library.

Chen Lin had no classes in the morning, so he planned to go to the library and find a private study room to study programming.

His first consultation reminded him that in this day and age, mathematical skills can only be fully utilized through programming in practical applications.

He originally thought that once he sat down at his computer, opened a Python Jupyter Notebook, and wrote a "hello world" program, the system would automatically pop up a message and bestow upon him the title of "Junior Programmer".

After waiting for a few minutes, nothing happened.

The study room was so quiet it was almost awkward.

"..."

Chen Lin's lips twitched.

It seems the system's impression of 6-year-olds is still stuck 10 years in the past; they're not competitive at all. Nowadays, early childhood programming classes are already a very popular industry.

"A miscalculation."

Chen Lin shook his head helplessly. His original programming skills were limited to "print("hello world")".

There's no other way; it seems I'll have to honestly start learning from scratch.

He closed his laptop, walked out of the single study room, and planned to go to the bookshelf in the computer section to find a basic introductory textbook.

On the third floor of the library, computer and art books are in the same large section.

Chen Lin walked to the corresponding bookshelf and looked up to find books like "Python from Beginner to Giving Up"... oh no, it should be "From Beginner to Expert".

Just then, out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a graceful girl in a beige dress standing on tiptoe, looking at the top shelf of the bookshelf with a troubled expression.

She wanted to grab a thick, hardcover art book, but her fingertips always just missed the spine.

At the very top of the picture book, a plump orange cat with orange and white markings was fast asleep, its round body rising and falling slightly with its breathing, and its tail tip twitching intermittently.

The girl was clearly afraid of startling the Yannan University campus cat, so she moved very gently and dared not make any big noise, but she failed repeatedly.

Chen Lin walked over.

Hearing footsteps, the girl turned around and saw him. Thinking he was also going to take a book from the bookshelf, she instinctively turned back, about to mouth "There's a cat, be careful," when she saw Chen Lin had already stopped beside her.

Instead of rushing to get the book, he reached out and gently scratched the school cat's chin with his index and middle fingers.

"Gurgle..."

The school cat seemed to be enjoying itself, purring comfortably, and even tilting its head to offer the most comfortable spot to Chen Lin's fingers.

Finally, it simply and comfortably rolled over onto the two books next to the picture album, lying on its back with its soft belly exposed.

Immediately afterwards, Chen Lin squatted down slightly, then pushed off with his feet, and his head went over the top of the bookshelf in an instant.

With the added boost of his superb jumping ability and body coordination granted by the title of "Little Athlete," his hang time appears exceptionally effortless.

He didn't even need to exert his full strength; he steadily hooked the heavy picture book in mid-air with his fingertips, and using the momentum of his fall, smoothly took it down and placed it firmly in his hand.

He handed the sketchbook to the girl next to him who was staring in a daze.

She wasn't the aloof and introverted type like Shen Yan; instead, she was like the summer sun—generous and bright.

She took the picture book, a very infectious smile blooming on her face, her eyes curving into beautiful crescents.

"Hey kid, not bad skills, thanks!"

Chen Lin recognized her.

Yun Qing, the most beautiful girl in the art academy and the lead singer of the school band, is also said to be an excellent pianist.

He once glimpsed her rehearsing singing in the band's rehearsal room when he was delivering milk tea to art students. He thought she was a dazzling girl.

"You're welcome." Chen Lin nodded and prepared to turn and leave.

"Hey, wait a minute," Yun Qing called out to him, "You look familiar... Haven't we met somewhere before?"

As she spoke with a smile, she naturally took out her phone and opened the WeChat QR code interface: "Let's add each other on WeChat, so if I ever can't reach something in the future, I can ask you for help."

Chen Lin was a little surprised.

Even if my moves were indeed a little cool and the way I scratched the cat was adorable, isn't this all happening a bit too fast? Are all girls these days so extroverted?

Oh no.

He remembered.

He also has the passive attribute of being a "little Casanova".

That's fine.

He calmly took out his phone and added Yunqing as a friend.

Just as the two were about to say goodbye and Chen Lin was planning to go back to continue studying Python, Yun Qing suddenly exclaimed "Ah!" as if she had remembered something.

"I understand! I know why you seem so familiar to me!"

Chen Lin: "?"

Yun Qing's lips curled into a sly, playful smile. She leaned closer and lowered her voice:

"Last weekend, a post went viral on the campus forum, saying that Shen Yan, the icy beauty from the Mathematics Department of Peking University, is suspected of being in a relationship. She was seen walking and chatting with a mysterious guy downstairs in the evening."

She blinked, her gaze sweeping over Chen Lin's face and figure.

"You look so much like the guy in that blurry photo."