Wonton Coding

☆☆"Poetic pollution..." ☆☆Li Mo muttered to himself unconsciously, and this word appeared in his mind at some point. He suddenly looked at the keyboard and realized that the source of all this was probably this weird computer and this mysterious "dialog box". ☆☆"Governing a big country is like cooking small dishes, and the same is true for managing big data." ☆☆A gentle, mellow, slightly lazy and wise voice echoed deep in Li Mo's mind. ☆☆"Su... Su Shi?!" ☆☆Li Mo's eyes almost popped out of their sockets. The portrait in the middle school Chinese textbook overlapped with the living, pyrotechnic existence in front of him, and the impact was more intense than seeing a river of poetry outside the window. ☆☆Su Shi - or rather, some kind of projection of him - looked around with interest, his eyes sweeping over the keyboard glowing with bronze, passing through the poems of "Red Cliff Ode" circulating outside the window, and finally landed on Li Mo, who was pale and shaking like chaff.