Once some doors are opened, they cannot be closed.
Su Naisheng lay helplessly on the table, her crimson cheeks pressed against the cold tabletop, but it could not cool down her tumultuous heart.
She felt that she was broken, and she had been broken since she had undue curiosity. She began to linger, began to lament the wonderfulness of the world, and even learned a few foreign languages to express rejection.
She is undoubtedly a bad girl.
Jiang Qin coughed and changed the subject nonchalantly: “One more thing, Sunai, can you make me a small program that automatically replies to posts?”
“Automatic reply?” Sunai raised his head slightly.
“I just arrange some robots with virtual IDs to reply to each post with some snake-oil rainbow farts. Wow, it’s so well written that I’m so wet. Or it’s really cool, it’s so literary, and so on.” Give the poster a sense of accomplishment.”
Sunai pushed up his glasses: “I can copy a ready-made one online, change the code, and see if it can be used directly.”
Jiang Qin knew there was something going on as soon as he heard it, but he still said seriously: “Work first, watch less videos.”
“Woo…”
Sunai fell on the table again, sadness flowing back into the river.
Jiang Qin stopped teasing her. He had agreed that even dogs with cement hearts would not like her, so if she got angry, it would not end well.
“Sister, I’m leaving first.”
“Thank you, senior, please leave quickly…”
Jiang Qin pursed his lips. The little girl had seen all the eighteen postures. Why was she so shy? He put his library card in his pocket, then turned around and left the library.
The website has been built, but it is still an empty shell, just like the composition paper that was just handed out. The grids are square and neat, but there is no content.
If you want a website to retain people, it is necessary to have enough information to browse for a long time.
Jiang Qin decided to visit the literary club in Linda and ask them to write some stories he had made up.
The Literary Club is a club under the name of the Literature Department, and the entire Literature Department is now on the East Campus. Jiang Qin does not have a car, so he can only walk all the way there. Fortunately, it is the beginning of the semester, and every club is doing activities to recruit new students. Prepare, so Jiang Qin did not miss the chance. As soon as he entered, he saw a group of people making publicity boards.
“The words “Invite Newcomers to the Society” should be made bolder, preferably in red, to make them more eye-catching.
“Hey, hey, that guy over there, why are you sitting here and not working? Don’t you see everyone is busy?”
Jiang Qin put his hands behind his back and gave random instructions in the activity room. The sophomore brother who was fishing took one look at him and was not sure what he was doing, so he could only put away his mobile phone silently and start working.
Finally, someone couldn’t help it any longer, raised his head and asked, “Who are you? Are you the new teaching assistant from the Literature Department?” Too young.
Jiang Qin showed a coquettish smile and said that I was just an ordinary freshman, but in exchange I received a very affectionate and cordial greeting.
However, after expressing his intention to come, someone still called the person in charge of the literary club.