Lin Yuan feels that he is probably the most useless programmer in the world.
After working overtime for seventy-two consecutive hours, before I could swallow my last cup of coffee, my vision went black and my whole body hit the keyboard.
The last thought before I collapsed was: the ORM mapping I just wrote has not been saved yet.
When he opened his eyes again, what he saw was a dusty beam.
There was a damp, musty smell in the air, and the hard wooden boards beneath me hurt my back. Lin Yuan was stunned for five seconds, then slowly turned his neck——
Broken house. Drafty windows. There are cobwebs in the corners of the walls.
A young man with a sallow complexion was squatting three steps away, staring at him warily.
"You... Who are you?"
