Who gets reborn with a daughter?

To be honest, he had long forgotten his professional knowledge, but seeing the steps in the book brought back his memory.

Jia Meimei watched the whole thing and discovered that this freshman was quite capable.

After working for half an hour, Fang Chusheng finished everything step by step and lazily stretched his body.

He hadn't been in contact with these things for a long time, and he had a strange feeling that his hands weren't hands and his feet weren't feet. Fortunately, everything went smoothly.

"Not bad, much smarter than the junior I mentored last year."

Jia Meimei rarely showed a smile.

"The junior student you mentored last year?"

Fang Chusheng was somewhat interested.

"Last year, Teacher Yu asked me to mentor her. Her comprehension skills were too poor. She couldn't understand even after I explained things over and over again."

Jia Meimei's tone was helpless.

Programming requires talent, as it is a science-oriented major. If you lack logical thinking skills, learning programming can be very tiring.

"So, senior, are you going to mentor that junior again this semester?"

Fang Chusheng asked.

"I didn't bring it last semester."

Jia Meimei shook her head.

"So, Teacher Yu paired me with you, senior, because she wants you to mentor me?"

Fang Chusheng suddenly understood Yu Qiuli's thoughts.

Generally speaking, small websites do not require a large number of people to work together. With too many people, it is easy for them to slack off, and disagreements can make it difficult to move the website forward.

Now that Yu Qiuli is taking the lead, it's impossible to continue at the previous pace.

"Almost there. The server is ready. Now, create a template based on the website style we discussed earlier. Keep it simple, as long as it has the basic functions."

After Jia Meimei finished speaking, she turned on her computer and got busy.

Fang Chusheng saw Jia Meimei operating an online shopping website with a simple UI, selling mostly everyday items. He asked, "Senior, did you make this website?"

"It's a nursing home project that I did with a senior who has already graduated."

Jia Meimei explained.

"A nursing home project?"

Fang Chusheng noticed that the items he bought inside were indeed out of fashion.

"Yes, there are many nursing homes in Hangzhou. A private nursing home wanted to create a shopping website that would be convenient for the elderly, so Teacher Yu asked me and that senior to work on it together."

Jia Meimei's tone was filled with a hint of helplessness.

"Is this project unfinished?"

Fang Chusheng sensed the resentment of the dazed senior.

"It's finished, but other teachers' students were also selected for that project, so my website wasn't chosen."

Jia Meimei did not hide anything.

"Is that so..."

Fang Chusheng knew that university professors would take on outsourced work.

Outsourcing projects can be profitable, but you have to be at the mercy of the client; you might work for a month and earn nothing.

Currently, the mainstream shopping apps are Taobao and JD.com, in addition to apps like Meilishuo and Mogujie that cater to specific groups.

As for anime-themed shopping apps, they weren't particularly popular even in my previous life.

"Junior Fang, what is your purpose in creating this website?"

Jia Meimei suddenly asked.

"Making money."

Fang Chusheng answered without even thinking.

"Is it really that real?"

Jia Meimei was somewhat surprised. She had seen many freshmen talk big about their hobbies and dreams, only to have their minds captivated by games after just a few days of university.

"Senior, what is your purpose in creating this website?"

Fang Chusheng countered with a question.

"make money."

Jia Meimei's family is not well-off.

"Then I wish both my senior and I can make a lot of money."

Fang Chusheng said with a smile.

"I hope so..."

Jia Meimei spoke with a melancholy tone, filled with unease about the unknown future.

"Senior, you must believe in yourself and that your future is bright."

While offering words of comfort, Fang Chusheng opened IDEA.

His major involves a wide variety of courses, including C#, JAVA, C++, and VB. His most familiar language is JAVA.

"Is the future promising...?"

Jia Meimei murmured softly, looking at Fang Chusheng's screen, and discovered that Fang Chusheng had already created a web project.

She didn't disturb Fang Chusheng, silently closed the nursing home's shopping website, and opened IDEA to create a web project.

An hour passed, and Fang Chusheng stretched and looked at Jia Meimei, only to find that Jia Meimei had already typed more than a hundred lines of code, and most importantly, this code actually had comments.

Fang Chusheng had mixed feelings and silently added comments to the code he had written.

Time always flies when you're focused on working, and before you know it, it's nine o'clock at night.

Jia Meimei rubbed her sore and numb arms and looked at Fang Chusheng. She could clearly feel that the aura emanating from Fang Chusheng was different from that of the junior from last year.

She then checked the code written by Fang Chusheng. The writing style was quite standard, the syntax was fine, and most importantly, it had comments.

In the coding industry, programmers who can write comments already make up the top 20%.

Soon, it was 9:30, and Jia Meimei said to Fang Chusheng, "Junior Brother Fang, that's about enough for today."

"Ah~"

Fang Chusheng stretched his body and groaned.

Writing code is similar to writing words; if you have an idea in mind, you can write very quickly.

Of course, this requires understanding programming syntax, frameworks, and other such things; otherwise, even if you have ideas, it will be difficult to implement them.

"I see you wrote in great detail. It's better to start by building the framework of the entire website."

Jia Meimei offered a kind reminder.

"The framework is already in place; I'm currently optimizing the UI."

Fang Chusheng immediately said.

"Huh? You're fast?"

Jia Meimei looked surprised.

"Uh... Senior, most websites have open-source code for their frameworks. You didn't type every single button by hand, did you?"

Fang Chusheng asked tentatively.

"Otherwise what?"

Jia Meimei countered with a question.

"There's no need for that. You can learn these simple things by yourself. Repeating the same thing is a waste of time. It's like doing 'one plus one equals two' over and over again. You won't improve by doing it too much."

Fang Chusheng said honestly.

The basic functions of a website are CRUD operations, and the code is largely the same. However, if an algorithm is involved, then you definitely have to write it yourself.

Jia Meimei frowned and asked, "Did Teacher Yu teach you these?"

I guess so.

Fang Chusheng nodded.

In their previous life, Yu Qiuli did teach them the skills of "copying and pasting" and "being lazy whenever possible," but for boys, these skills were something they learned on their own.

After leaving the library, the two exchanged ideas and thoughts about the website on their way back, and then parted ways once they entered the dormitory area.

Fang Chusheng never expected that in his rebirth he would be working overtime to build a website. This feeling was very similar to staying up all night writing, strangely familiar, and strangely heartbreaking.

Over the next few days, his life remained largely unchanged. He attended classes during the day and studied web design with his senior, Daidai, in the evenings.

The peaceful life continued until Friday morning, when a phone call sent Fang Chusheng rushing to the court.

Zhu Jinghao and others were convicted of provoking trouble and intentionally causing injury, which were serious offenses. They were sentenced to prison terms ranging from several months to a year.

This was the result after Fang Chusheng reached a settlement; if they hadn't, the punishment would have been much harsher.

After the trial ended, the parents of Zhu Jinghao and Zhao Gang looked resentful.

Fang Chusheng ignored him completely. As soon as he left the courthouse, he saw his homeroom teacher, Yu Qiuli, leaning against a silver-white Malibu.