Reborn in 2000, starting from the university website

The air in the classroom seemed to have been sucked out; it was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

All eyes were fixed on Bai Yuhang like searchlights, waiting to see this freshman make a fool of himself.

Bai Yuhang didn't respond to Chen Yuan's words, nor did he even move his buttocks. He simply turned his head and raised his chin at Yang Bo beside him.

Yang Bo pushed up his glasses, and without saying a word, lifted the heavy black briefcase he was holding onto the table and unzipped it with a "whoosh." His movements were slow but rhythmic as he pulled out a stack of neatly bound documents, the last being a laminated copy of a business license.

"Snapped!"

Yang Bo strode up to the podium and slammed the stack of things heavily onto the table in front of Chen Yuan, causing the pen to roll to the ground.

"Look carefully." Bai Yuhang pointed to the bright red official seal on the business license. "Harbin Qihang Technology Co., Ltd., a legitimate business registration with a registered capital of 30,000 yuan. There are also the technical service contracts we made for more than 20 internet cafes, including the nine internet cafes you cheated, and the strategic cooperation agreement signed with Lansu Internet Cafe. Each one is legally binding."

Chen Yuan was stunned. He subconsciously reached for the pen, but halfway there, he saw Bai Yuhang get up and walk towards the podium, and he froze in mid-air.

Bai Yuhang spoke slowly as he walked, his tone growing increasingly harsher as he began with disdain: "Senior Chen, perhaps you've never truly suffered any injustice in this school. I never imagined you'd get the audacity to confront me and demand code. Since you claim to uphold rules, let's discuss the most fundamental rule: the law. Qihang is a legally protected commercial entity, and our source code is a core trade secret." Bai Yuhang's fingers finally tapped lightly on Chen Yuan's desk. "You're just a former student council member, neither from the Bureau of Industry and Commerce nor the Public Security Bureau. You dare to demand to examine a company's underlying code? Who gave you that authority? Why should I?!"

"You...you're just making excuses!" This time, Chen Yuan's face flushed red, and the veins on his neck throbbed. He was used to being bossed around at school, and he had never been questioned or treated like this before. He still tried to argue, "So what if you registered a company? Does registering a company cover up the fact that you plagiarized? You're afraid to hand over the code because you're guilty! You stole our technology!"

"Steal?" Bai Yuhang seemed to have heard the biggest joke in the world, and a mocking smile appeared on his lips.

He stood up and waved to Zhang Jian: "Third brother, turn on the classroom computer projector. Since the senior insists on seeing it, let's show everyone what kind of treasure we've 'stolen'."

Zhang Jian had been holding back his anger for a long time, and quickly plugged in the VGA cable.

The projection screen lit up, and Bai Yuhang got up and walked to the computer console next to the podium. He didn't open Kaihang's code, but instead skillfully entered the URL of "Speed ​​Navigation", then right-clicked to view the source file.

The dense code instantly covered the entire wall, and the teachers and professors next to Chen Yuan also turned around to look at the projection.

"Everyone here is a computer science student, so you should all be able to understand this." Bai Yuhang picked up a pointer from the podium, walked to the side of the podium, and casually drew a circle on the code. "Lines 45 to 80, in order to implement a simple Google pop-up, you actually used four nested `if` statements. It's like building four walls without doors just to get through a door, and then having to climb over a chimney to get in. Senior Chen, is this the 'architecture' you're so proud of?"

A few knowledgeable third-year students below couldn't help but burst out laughing.

"Look here." The pointer moved down and pointed to a dead link. "The image path is hardcoded directly into the C drive desktop? Whenever a user switches computers, the image will just show a red cross. This kind of hardcoding was covered in my C programming class in the first semester of freshman year; it's absolutely a big no-no."

Bai Yuhang turned around and looked at Chen Yuan, whose face was ashen: "Senior, to put it bluntly, I'd be afraid to trip over this kind of code if it were lying on the ground. You're saying I stole this? Do I have too much hard drive space, or am I just too comfortable with my life, enjoying modifying rubbish code and deliberately making myself suffer?"

Chen Yuan opened his mouth, wanting to retort, but found that his throat felt like it was blocked with cotton, and he couldn't utter a single word. The expressions of the counselors and teachers around him also changed. Their originally serious expressions were now filled with embarrassment, and some even turned around and lowered their heads to drink tea, pretending not to see the densely packed and appalling "masterpieces" on the screen.

"That's the front end! You must know the back end logic..." Chen Yuan was still making a last-ditch effort.

"Backend?" Bai Yuhang interrupted him, gesturing for Zhang Jian to switch screens.

The screen then shifted to the Nginx backend monitoring interface, which displayed black text on a green background on the large screen.

The data stream refreshes rapidly like a waterfall, and the curve representing concurrency stands straight at the top of the coordinate axis.

"This is the current real-time data curve of Qihang Music Station." Bai Yuhang's voice was calm and powerful. "Page views: 190,000; concurrent connections: 32,000; server CPU load: 4%; memory usage: 12%. We are using a regular PC server to handle traffic equivalent to two to three hundred times that of the entire university campus network."

The classroom, which had been filled with whispers, fell instantly silent.

Professor Zhang Ning, sitting on the podium, abruptly adjusted his glasses, leaned forward, and stared intently at the load data, muttering to himself, "This is impossible... How could such a low load be possible with this level of concurrency?"

"That's technology." Bai Yuhang tossed his pointer onto the podium. "We used our self-developed compression algorithm and fragmented transmission protocol. If this is plagiarism, then I ask you, Senior Chen, where is your original version? Can you handle the concurrent requests of over 30,000 people, even for a minute?"

High judgment.

One is a makeshift team riddled with flaws, while the other is a well-established team that has already produced enterprise-level data.

Those students who were just pointing fingers at 206 now looked at Chen Yuan as if he were a clown.

Someone muttered under their breath, "Isn't this what they call 'the thief crying 'stop thief'? They're not good at it themselves, so they accuse others of stealing. They're really embarrassing our department."

Chen Yuan slumped into the chair, cold sweat trickling down his temples, his previous domineering air completely gone.

Bai Yuhang had no intention of letting him off so easily. He walked up to Chen Yuan, placed his hands on the table, leaned forward slightly, and exuded a powerful aura of pressure.

"Senior, let me give you a piece of advice." Bai Yuhang stared at Chen Yuan's evasive eyes, "The internet doesn't believe in tears, and it certainly doesn't believe in your insignificant qualifications and titles. Code doesn't lie, and data doesn't deceive. If you want to play around, go back and rewrite all that garbage code you wrote. Don't try to disgust the tech community with your bureaucratic style from the student council. This is the Computer Science Department, not a game."

After saying that, he straightened up, dusted off his hands, and said, "Second brother, pack up and let's go. Our company has tens of thousands of users waiting for maintenance; we don't have time to play games with kids here."

"Let's go!" Zhang Jian closed the window, unplugged the projector cable, tilted his head back at Chen Yuan, and pouted, his expression as smug as could be.

After packing their things, the group swaggered out of classroom 316 under the complex gazes of everyone present.

The sunlight in the corridor was a bit too bright.

"Damn! That felt great!" As soon as they stepped outside, Zhang Jian couldn't help but pump his fist. "Sixth Brother, did you see Professor Zhang's expression just now? His eyes were practically bulging out of their sockets! And Chen Yuan's face, it looked like he'd eaten dog shit!"

"Alright, stop showing off." Although Jiao Liwei said this, he couldn't hide the smile on his face. "But what Lao Liu said just now was really satisfying. Now we can finally hold our heads high in the department."

Everyone was laughing, and no one noticed Jiang Shuo, who was following at the back.

Looking at Bai Yuhang, who was surrounded by his brothers and full of vigor, Jiang Shuo's eyes were as cold as a venomous snake.

They came from the same dormitory and were all freshmen, so why is all the glory on Bai Yuhang?

"Hey Lao Ba, you're here! Hurry up, what are you dawdling for?" Wan Lianghao shouted as he turned around.

"Here you are." Jiang Shuo instantly put on a smiling face and quickly followed.