eurekapd Chapter 314 demo
Chapter 314 demo
Song Huan came out of the administration building and headed straight for the old dormitory buildings outside the school.
Walk through the alley lined with sycamore trees, turn into the apartment building, and climb to the fourth floor.
Push open the door.
The clattering sound of the keyboard filled the air.
In the 70-square-meter apartment, two rows of computer desks are placed against the wall, with monitors side by side.
Network cables and power strips were dragging on the floor, and empty coffee cans and instant noodle boxes were stacked on the windowsill.
Wu Tian sat behind the table at the very back, his screen filled with dense code, the light of the cursor flashing on his glasses.
Feng Jingshi sat next to him, wearing a hoodie, his hands flying across the keyboard, on which was an order scheduling module being debugged.
There were five other people nearby; some were writing the front-end interface, some were testing the payment interface, and some were organizing the database.
Eyes were glued to the screen, fingers clattering across the keyboard.
The remaining few who didn't come will come after class.
Wu Tian looked up, saw Song Huan, and immediately stood up.
"Boss."
He took off his glasses, wiped the lenses with the corner of his shirt, and put them back on. "The website demo will be ready tonight. The front-end pages are basically finished, and the back-end interfaces are almost integrated. We're just missing the last few interfaces for the payment module and the order system."
Song Huan nodded.
A demo is a sample, template, or trial version of a website.
Take this to Wang Jianye at the business school, and you'll have something tangible in your hands, which is a hundred times better than just talking about a plan.
He took off his coat and draped it over the back of the chair, then rolled up his sleeves.
"What else is there to do?"
Wu Tian was stunned for a moment.
Feng Jingshi paused his keyboard typing for a moment, then looked up from his hoodie and glanced at Song Huan.
Several people nearby also turned their heads.
Song Huan pulled up a chair and sat down in front of an empty computer. "I also studied computer science."
The group of people looked at each other in bewilderment.
Wu Tian opened his mouth, but swallowed back the words, "Aren't you the boss?"
Song Huan flexed her fingers and placed them on the keyboard.
Start typing.
His computer has a merchant-side order receiving interface written on it.
The data table structure, column definitions, SQL statements, and interface logic were written line by line.
The typing speed isn't fast, but it's very steady, almost non-stop.
Wu Tian stood behind him, looking at the code on the screen.
Feng Jingshi also turned his head and glanced at it. Then his eyebrows twitched slightly.
[This interface is written even more neatly than Wu Tian's merchant authentication module.]
[The comments are clear, the naming conventions are followed, and even the indentation is perfectly aligned.]
[Isn't he the boss? He's only a freshman, just over a month into computer science, but this amount of code suggests he's been practicing for at least a year or two.]
Song Huan did not answer.
In his previous life, he studied computer science for four years and worked in the industry for several years. Although his business failed later, he still had the basics.
This amount of code is nothing.
He typed on the keyboard, line by line, as the code on the screen went down.
It got dark.
The sycamore leaves outside the window gleamed yellow under the streetlights.
No one spoke in the room, only the sound of keyboards clicking and clattering.
9:30.
Feng Jingshi pressed the last Enter key, successfully connecting the order-receiving interface on the delivery side.
He leaned back in his chair and let out a long sigh.
Wu Tian ran through the front-end and back-end integration test, and all three lines—user order placement, merchant order acceptance, and delivery order dispatch—were successfully completed.
There were no errors, no delays, and the data synchronization was normal.
"It's connected." Wu Tian's voice trembled slightly, whether from exhaustion or excitement, it was hard to tell.
Song Huan also leaned back in her chair, looking at the rudimentary demo interface on the screen.
White background with blue lettering, devoid of any design whatsoever.
But once the order is sent from the user's end, the merchant's end can receive it, and the delivery end can accept the order, the whole process is running smoothly.
This is enough.
He took out a wad of cash from his pocket, stood up, walked to each person's workstation, and gave each person a hundred yuan.
"Let's go get some late-night snacks, it's on me."
The crowd cheered.
Wu Tian folded the money and stuffed it into his pocket, while Feng Jingshi put it into his notebook. The team members had already started discussing which barbecue stall to go to later.
Footsteps and laughter filled the air as a group of people filed out.
The door closed, and the room became quiet.
Song Huan sat in front of the computer and didn't leave.
He ran the demo again from beginning to end.
Place an order, receive an order, deliver the goods, and complete the transaction.
I ran it once, and then I ran it again.
After running it for the third time and confirming there were no problems, he leaned back in his chair and let out a long sigh.
My stomach suddenly hurt.
It felt like there was something twisting inside.
He frowned and placed his hand on his stomach.
Then I remembered that I came straight here after leaving Chen Xiuyuan's place at noon, and I haven't eaten a single thing since.
He propped himself up on the edge of the table, turned off the computer and the lights, and went out the door.
The October night breeze was cool, and the sycamore leaves swirled under the streetlights.
He went downstairs, intending to go to a convenience store that was still open and buy some bread.
At the same time, I opened QQ on my phone to see if anyone had contacted me, and found that Lin Yue's avatar was lit up, she was actually online.
My phone vibrated; it was a QQ message from Lin Yue.
"The waiting girl: Class president, you haven't rested yet?"
Her profile picture was lit up; it was a cartoon cat with its ears standing up.
Song Huan leaned against the freezer at the entrance of the convenience store and typed.
Song Xiaoshuai: Not yet, I haven't even eaten yet.
The reply came almost instantly.
"The waiting girl: You haven't eaten yet???"
Three question marks, each one more serious than the last.
"Waiting Girl: I just got off work too. Where are you? I'm near the food street. What do you want to eat? I'll bring it to you!"
Song Huan thought for a moment.
At this time, the cafeteria is already closed, and the bread at the convenience store isn't very good either.
"Okay, I'll send you the address in a bit."
"The waiting girl: Okay! Wait for me! Ten minutes!"
He put his phone back in his pocket.
His stomach twitched again, and he pressed his stomach, waiting.
The streetlights at the entrance were on, casting a dim yellow light on the ground.
He leaned against the lamppost and waited.
Not long after, footsteps came from the alley entrance.
The sneakers clicked and clacked on the stone pavement at a fast pace.
Lin Yue ran over.
She was wearing a milk tea shop apron, which she hadn't had time to change out of yet. There were a few milk tea stains on the apron, and a layer of fine beads of sweat on her forehead, with stray hairs sticking to the sides of her face.
He was carrying a plastic bag containing two disposable lunch boxes.
I ran up to him, stopped, and bent over to catch my breath.
"Why are you running?" Song Huan asked, looking at her.
"I'm afraid you'll starve to death." She straightened up and handed over the plastic bag.
Song Huan took it and sat down on the stone bench under the streetlight.
I opened the lunchbox and found a plate of stir-fried rice noodles and a plate of congee with preserved egg and lean pork.
The rice noodles were still steaming hot, a soy sauce color, and contained eggs, bean sprouts, and shredded meat.
The porridge was thick, the preserved egg was chopped into small pieces, and it was sprinkled with chopped green onions.
He picked up his chopsticks and began to eat heartily.
Lin Yue squatted down next to him, resting her chin on her hands, and watched him eat.
He ate too fast, swallowing the rice noodles without chewing them properly.
She frowned slightly. "Eat slowly, no one's going to take it from you."
The voice carried a hint of resentment.
Song Huan's movements stiffened slightly; the words sounded somewhat familiar.
In her past life, on those nights when she returned to her rented room after finishing her chauffeur job, Lin Yue would squat beside him like this, resting her chin on her hand and watching him eat instant noodles.
He said, "Go to sleep early," and she said, "I can't sleep if you don't come back."
He finished the instant noodle soup, and she took the empty bowl to the kitchen to wash it.
The tap was running, and she said from inside, "Don't stay up so late anymore, and don't eat properly. Your stomach will break down sooner or later."
He leaned back on the sofa, closed his eyes, and didn't respond.
Song Huan lowered her head, picked up the porridge, and took a big gulp.
The porridge was warm; it slid down my throat and warmed my stomach a little.
Lin Yue looked up at the old dormitory building behind him.
The lights were still on in the fourth-floor window, and the faint sound of keyboards clicking could be heard. "Is this where you started your business?"
Song Huan finished the last bite of rice noodles, closed the lunchbox, put it in a plastic bag, stood up, walked to the trash can, and threw it in.
"Shall I take you upstairs to have a look?"
Lin Yue stood up, dusted off her knees, and nodded.
Actually, there's not much to see.
Song Huan walked in front, and she followed behind.
The corridor on the fourth floor was narrow, and one of the motion-activated lights was broken, making it dim.
Several faded photos of men were pasted on the wall, their edges curled up.
Pushing open the door, the room smelled of instant noodles mixed with coffee.
Several computers were still lit up, with the rudimentary demo interface running on the screens: the user side, the merchant side, and the delivery side, three windows open side by side.
The network cable was dragging on the ground, and the power strip was full of plugs.
Empty coffee cans were stacked on the windowsill, and dust settled on the keyboard.
Lin Yue stood there, looking at the computer screens.
Song Huan pointed to the windows on the screen and explained to her that this was the user interface for ordering food.
This is the merchant's side, used for receiving orders.
This is the delivery terminal, used by the riders.
With the three platforms connected, orders can travel from the user all the way to the merchant and the rider.
She listened, nodding occasionally.
Actually, she couldn't understand it.
She couldn't understand a single word about backend interfaces, data synchronization, or order scheduling.
But she listened very attentively.
After he finished speaking, she stared at the rudimentary demo interface on the screen for a long time.
Then she turned her head and looked at him, her eyes shining.
"How can I help you?"
Song Huan was stunned for a moment.
Lin Yue stood there, her apron still stained with milk tea, and the sweat on her forehead from running over hadn't completely dried.
She looked into his eyes. "You said, anything I can do."
He opened his mouth, as if to say something.
But my throat felt like it was blocked by something.
The sycamore leaves outside the window rustled in the wind.
The fluorescent lights were buzzing.
"Go back to sleep," he said.
Lin Yue glanced at him, looking somewhat disappointed, then smiled and said, "Okay."
She turned around and walked towards the door.
As he reached the door, he turned back and said, "Class monitor, remember to eat dinner tomorrow."
The door closed.
The footsteps faded into the distance in the corridor.
Song Huan stood there, looking at the closed door.
The lamp shone on him, casting his shadow on the ground.
My stomach doesn't hurt anymore.