Ke 4 regrets two things most in his life: first, he chose cultural relic restoration for the postgraduate entrance examination, and second, he still clutched the carbon fiber brush given by his instructor when he traveled through time. Other people's soul-transportation comes with beautiful, powerful and tragic scripts, but a bronze terminal pops up in her mind——
"ERROR: The water spirit root is missing. It is recommended to execute the rm -rf /* command"
What is it like for liberal arts students who are forced to learn programming in the world of cultivators? Thanks for the invitation, I just found out after wearing it:
Protecting Mountain Formation = Old Java project full of loopholes
Life Flying Sword = Python script without writing defense
Even the thunder tribulation is an ancestral BUG left by the first generation of pavilion masters!
While the whole sect was marveling at her mutated wood spiritual roots, Ke Xi was staring at the garbled spiritual veins in her Dantian and thinking deeply - can this thing be aligned with three lines of CSS?
"Warning: 29 days left for world formatting"
The system flashed red windows in her head, and she used Ctrl+Z to retreat with her backhand.
When others were taking drugs, she typed the code, and when the elders told her to adjust the API, she found out at the end:
The so-called way of heaven is nothing more than a field that lasts nine thousand times——
"On How to Kill Gods with Archaeological Brushes"
Intention: Self-reliance and self-reliance