Chapter 11 – Genius!? (1/2)

Zhao Yanyan gazed at the boy sitting beside her that was repeatedly typing a string of characters, and thought curiously: Why did it seem like he’s not paying attention while studying, yet also seemed like he understood everything?

Like in that math lesson, he was definitely sleeping, yet he got all the questions on the blackboard correct, even if there were only right and wrong as the answer, it wasn’t possible to guess it all right. Also, this time, he actually typed so quickly although there was no pattern in these characters, after careful observation, it was a repeat of the alphabets fghutemvga.

What did this set of alphabets mean? fgh was definitely not English, and not pinyin, then what was it? The intrigued Zhao Yanyan carefully remembered this set of alphabets, was prepared to find a chance to ask her mysterious deskmate.

“Now, everyone can follow the method I just mentioned to practice typing, turn on the computer, and enter CAI2 underneath the DOS prompt, then press enter,” the geezer started walking around in the computer suite, and once in a while, a student that didn’t understand would ask him this and that.

Ai, I sighed, how good would it be if this was in the future, I could buy a pirated CD for three or five kuai at the Electronics World, yet right now I was getting anxious about where to buy a copy of TC2.0.

Suddenly, a gasp was heard from beside me, and was followed by the excited voice of a geezer, “This classmate, how is your typing so fast? Have you practiced before?”

I didn’t need to think, this was definitely the voice of the computer teacher. I turned my head around, and saw the geezer use an unnaturally excited gaze to stare at Zhao Yanyan, who was beside me. Fuck, I swore in my head, what kind of gaze does the old pervert have, he couldn’t possible have his sights on our Yanyan.

Zhao Yanyan didn’t think the teacher would become so excited, and answered quietly, “I practiced at home before.”

“You have a computer at home?” the old man asked with a face full of surprise.

“En, there’s one in my dad’s room,” said Zhao Yanyan.

The geezer gazed at the monitor in front of Zhao Yanyan, “127 alphabets per minute, classmate, go and represent our Shao Nian Gong in the National Teenage Computing competition!” the geezer’s expression was like he just found a treasure.

Zhao Yanyan answered shyly, “A lot of people are better than me.”

Seeing Zhao Yanyan say so, he continued to try and convince her, and finally Zhao Yanyan said, “Then I’ll talk about it with the people at home.”

The geezer stood there with a face full of smile, and then saw me on the side, “This classmate, why aren’t you practicing?” The old man pointed at the blank screen in front of me.

“There’s no need to practice,” I replied emotionlessly.