After I went back, I told my parents about my enrollment in a computer class. This time my father did not object, but instead encouraged me to study hard and not give up halfway.

As the father of a technical engineer in the factory, he knew the importance of learning computers well to future work. Without saying a word, he gave me the tuition fee and praised me for being sensible and knowing that I had studied. In 1994, computers had not yet become a game console or electronic drug that some parents later called. At this time, computers were still very mysterious in the eyes of most people, and were a symbol of high-tech office automation.

The computer room in the Children's Palace is very small, with only about twenty computers, all of which are Lenovo 386 brand computers. When I entered, there were only four or five people sitting in the room, which was completely less than the momentum of dozens of people in the Sanda Ban yesterday. No wonder the audition fee is so expensive. If it is less, it may not even be able to pay the teacher's lecture fee.

Computers in this era are boring and far less exciting to our generation. It is precisely because of the mystery of computers that many children and even parents think that this is a scientific instrument far away from life, and only a few preconscious parents will send their children here to study.

I found a seat behind and sat down, turned on the computer's power supply. The familiar self-test sound sounded, and for a moment I felt excited, staring at the screen and waiting for the familiar small window screen.

Hum? Why is the screen black? I looked at the prompt in front of me and suddenly remembered that at this time, the domestic computer system was still in the era of Dos.

Oh my god, isn’t this a clever woman urging me? I was used to using the graphical interface in my previous life, and one day I had to face the prompt. Fortunately, I learned dos6.22 and tc2.o in college, otherwise I really didn’t know where to start.

I skillfully called out the file directory on the hard disk. The only languages ​​that can be used are basic and logos, and even TC is not installed. There are also a few mini programs that practice fingering. Basic is the worst and least used language I learned in my previous life. Even if I use it, I use VB, and I don’t need to remember some statements and functions. I haven’t used the logo language at all, and I haven’t even seen any colleague of mine use it.

"Liu Lei?" Suddenly I heard an extremely moving voice calling my name, and I could hear this voice even when I was sleeping, from my cute classmate Zhao Yanyan.

"Liu Lei, it's you, why are you here?" Zhao Yanyan sat in a camera seat beside me without hesitation.

"I should ask you this sentence, right? Aren't you learning dance?" I stopped the operation and said to Zhao Yanyan.

"How do you know I'm learning dance here?" Zhao Yanyan looked at me suspiciously.

Damn, I almost exposed myself by accident. It is true that I would never know that Zhao Yanyan is studying dance here. The school just started a week, and Zhao Yanyan himself never mentioned it to me, but in my previous life, I knew that Zhao Yanyan would come to the Children's Palace to learn dance every Saturday. But how could this stump me, who is extremely smart? So I pretended to be nothing and said, "I saw you when I came to study Sanda yesterday."

"Oh, it turns out that you are still practicing Sanda, I really didn't see it. But it's not right, Liu Lei," Zhao Yanyan turned the tone and said sternly: "I didn't come to the dance class yesterday, so Liu Lei, please confess it truthfully, how did you know this news?"

No, my God! I'm getting darker and darker the more I'm talking. I'm really smart but my cleverness is wrong. But at this time my savior appeared. An old man walked onto the podium and said to us: "Okay, everyone, calm down, I'm going to start teaching."

Sure enough, Zhao Yanyan was interrupted by him and stopped asking me. She took out a small book from her backpack and prepared to take notes.

I wondered, did she also come to participate in the computer class? I had never heard of it in my previous life? Besides, girls are basically not interested in these things, which can be seen from the whole classroom, just Zhao Yanyan, just one girl.

"Why are you here to learn this?" I asked.

"Whoever stipulates that you will be allowed to come or not?" Zhao Yanyan stared at the podium without squinting her eyes and said in a low voice.

"It's just that I can't concentrate on studying as soon as you come." I said, lying in her ear and said.

"Why can't I study hard? Wouldn't it be nice to have me, a beautiful woman, accompany you?" Zhao Yanyan immediately realized something was wrong after saying that, and her little face turned red and she felt ashamed.

I pretended not to show up and continued, "It is because I only look at you in class that I can't concentrate on listening to the class."

"Go to die, you!" Zhao Yanyan snorted, "I don't know who went to bed as soon as class started."

"Then I can't always see you as soon as I start class, then you should be embarrassed." I said shamelessly.

Zhao Yanyan blushed, like a big apple, and didn't say anything for a long time. Finally, she said softly: "Let's listen to the class."

"Computer is a mysterious course. We can use it to draw pictures, edit text, process data, and even write our favorite mini programs, such as games..." The old man who was giving lectures talked endlessly about nonsense in front of me. However, Zhao Yanyan listened with relish and wrote something in the notebook from time to time. When she looked at it, everyone was interested in listening. Humph, I sneered in my heart. When you learn programming, you will know what boring means.

In the Dos era, what kind of programs can make money? In an era when copyright law and patent law were not yet perfect, there were not many computers in China, and it was also full of pirated software. At this time, it seemed impossible to get people to pay for genuine ones, and I fell into deep thought for a moment.

I quickly typing on the keyboard with my hands. This was the unconscious action I did whenever I thought about a problem in my previous life. All the ones I typed on the screen were fhqutemvga, which was the order of the Wubi fonts of Zhao Yanyan. I smiled bitterly and looked at Zhao Yanyan next to me with the light of my eyes. The little girl was still listening to the old man's nonsense with relish, as if she didn't pay attention to what I was doing. Fortunately, my unconscious action was the Wubi font. If this little girl in Chinese pinyin was not allowed to think that I was a psychopath, but she might not be moved to the end and agreed to her body, although this possibility was almost zero.

I cleared the screen and it seemed that my habit was not very good. If everyone around me learned Wubi in the future, it would be exposed. Wubi! By the way, I slapped my thighs. As far as I know, there is no particularly perfect pinyin input method in this era. Many people are desperately carrying Wubi's roots in pursuit of typing. In later generations, there are very few people who really use Wubi input method, and they are all replaced by pinyin. Moreover, it is a fantasy for some people who do not often type and work in government enterprises and institutions to let them learn Wubi.
Chapter completed!