I, Jiang Liu, a senior programmer at a large factory, died suddenly at my workstation, with OutOfMemoryError still displayed on the screen.
Opening his eyes, he transformed into the outer sect mage of Qingyun Sect.
This broken sect is so poor that the only valuable thing is the mountain protection formation left by the ancestors - unfortunately it is a 300-year-old ancestral shit mountain with so many bugs that it collapses in three days and one in five days. The spiritual stones burned every time it is restarted can last the entire sect for a month.
The senior brothers gathered around the formation and scratched their heads: "I can't understand the arrangement of my ancestor, so I don't dare to move it. Just make do with it."
I stood aside and took a look——
Wait.
Isn't this a memory leak?
And this, an endless loop.
Damn it, there aren't even any notes? Who named this variable? A1, a2, a3? No one has reconstructed it in three hundred years?
I took a deep breath and silently rolled up my sleeves.
I can't do anything else, but I'm a professional at repairing shit mountains.
Later——
The leader held my "Mountain Protection Formation Performance Optimization Plan" and fell into deep thought: "What does this 'demand review' mean?"
The sect next door sent a spy to steal the teacher and reported back: "They hold a 'stand-up meeting' every morning and talk about 'Today's To Do' and 'Blocking Problems'..."
The hostile ancestor attacked the mountain gate and was blasted to pieces by the "automatic counterattack module" I designed. Before he died, his eyes widened: "What kind of magic are you doing?"
I waved my hand modestly: "It's not a magic spell, it's just a simple if-else."
