Cheng Yu and Ye Zhao became roommates while they were internships in Hangzhou. He is a Cantonese man whose shirt is folded into a standard cube, and she is a Shaanxi woman who has a bright appearance but a messy room. He straightened her scattered shoes, and she fixed his jammed keyboard, until she fainted while working overtime and he carried her to the hospital: "Has the code been written into the ICU?"
When he graduated, he spread out their offers in Shenzhen, Hangzhou, Beijing, and Shanghai into a table, and quantitatively compared the salaries, housing prices, and settlement policies. She laughed at him as a robot, but when she saw the email from his parents that "only funds marriages to local girls", she grabbed the computer and labeled Shenzhen red.
Shenzhen's algorithms are more cruel than papers - he reports in the conference room when she fixes bugs, and laughs at the bar when she publishes the version late at night. The most painful thing was the day when the house was signed. His parents called the agent: "This building is unlucky and I can't buy it." She sneered: "Is your family's science a branch of Feng Shui?"
He silently opened the "Analysis of Feng Shui Magnetic Field of High-Rise Residences" sent by his parents. The three Guangdong blind date resumes in the appendix made her eyes ache. In the night rain on the balcony, she threw the beer can: "Your obsessive-compulsive disorder of folding shirts was also taught by your mother?" His palms were hot: "... Give me three months."
——The romance of engineering students is to dismantle the "impossible" into countless executable pseudo-codes.
Humanoid thermostat engineering man x engineering woman who looks like an iceberg but is actually an internal combustion engine
Intention: In the gap between reality and love, measure the fault tolerance rate of love