Chapter 532: PI
Seeing Zhang Zian's hesitation, the old man thought that he would politely and firmly reject him like other young people, so he turned around and left before trying to find others for help.
However, Zhang Zian's hesitation lasted less than two seconds before disappearing, and he said with a smile: "Okay, I have time now, sir, let's find a seat. Where do you want to sit?"
"Anywhere is fine! Anywhere is fine! You can sit anywhere!" The old man was surprised and delighted, repeating the same meaning incoherently, and hurriedly turned his head to look around, trying to find a seat as soon as possible, as if he was afraid of Zhang Zian's remorse.
Zhang Zian has made up his mind, so he won't regret it. He even put his phone back in his pocket, pointed to an empty table in the corner and said, "How about over there? There happen to be two adjacent computers that are free."
"Good! Good! Right there!" Leaning on a cane, the old man slowly followed Zhang Zian to the empty table in the corner.
Zhang Zian pulled out the chair for him, and the two sat down respectively, with a computer in standby mode in front of them.
"Master, I'm just asking casually, why don't you use that kind of touch-type digital terminal like other old people? Isn't that very convenient?"
Zhang Zian shook the mouse to bring the computer out of standby, and asked casually.
"Because... I don't think I'm very old yet. I want to be with young people and get in touch with some things that young people often use." The old man leaned his crutches on the side of the table and smiled. I bought elementary school textbooks to relearn pinyin, and I can also use computers to surf the Internet, but the computers here seem to be different from those in other places..."
The old man introduced himself as Zhou, his wife left early, and his children and grandchildren were working hard in other places, and he didn't come back often. When he was idle and bored, he wanted to learn something to pass the time.
Zhang Zian understood that he refused to accept his old age, so he no longer called him uncle, but changed his name to Mr. Zhou. He really liked this title better, and he looked like he was ten years younger.
After the computer entered the desktop, Zhang Zian realized that something was wrong. The built-in operating system of these computers was not the original Windows or Windows, but a magically modified or customized special system with greatly simplified functions. There was no resource manager, no control panel, and no browser. , there is no chat tool, you can only connect to the local area network, you can't connect to it, as for the download tool, video player and office software, it is even more delusional...
These computers are all-in-one machines like imac, fixed on the table, with a bare back panel, no usb or thunderbolt interface, only reserved for power supply and network cable interface, and ps/2 interface for plugging in keyboard and mouse. Not even a headphone jack.
This computer is really amazing, even young people need to have a familiarization process, no wonder Mr. Zhou can't speak like a tiger eating a hedgehog.
The computers equipped in the library can effectively prevent virus intrusion and illegal outflow of e-books, and they have prepared easy-to-use touch-screen digital terminals for the elderly, but they did not expect that some elderly people just refuse to accept their old age.
Zhang Zian activated the custom-made reading software. After fumbling for a while, he patiently taught Mr. Zhou how to classify and retrieve the books he wanted to read, how to set the background color and adjust the font size and other common operating skills.
"Young man, what are they doing?" Mr. Zhou asked with great interest, pointing diagonally forward after he learned it.
Zhang Zian also noticed that the young people on the fifth floor didn't just use the computer to read books, they also typed from time to time, just like chatting. However, QQ is definitely not available here, so what are they typing?
"Mr. Zhou, wait a moment, I'll go and have a look."
He walked behind a row of young people, observed for a while, and knew it in his mind.
As Mengli introduced, the fifth floor is a digital reading and exchange area, one is for reading, and the other is for communication, but this exchange is not just chatting, but a chat room with simple functions built into the operating system. You can recommend good books you have read to others in the chat room, or explain the books you want to find and ask other book friends for help.
The readers who come to the library to read books during the New Year’s Day holiday are of high quality, and the atmosphere in the chat room is harmonious. No matter who asks for help, the book friends will enthusiastically extend a helping hand. Even if they fail to help in the end, they can make the caller feel warm .
It should be said that the library's move is very clever. By setting up a chat room for book friends to help each other, it can greatly save human resources at the service desk and stimulate enthusiasm and cohesion among book friends.
Zhang Zian returned to his seat and activated the chat room for Mr. Zhou, allowing him to communicate with other readers while reading.
Mr. Zhou enjoyed it very quickly. He typed very slowly and with one finger. Even so, he expressed his opinions on a certain book very seriously. When a book friend asked for help, he would do his best to Provide advice... Although by the time he finishes typing a paragraph, the seeker will often have already got the answer with the help of others.
"Mr. Zhou, I'll leave for a while, and I'll be back later. If you have any questions, I'll explain them to you when I come back." Seeing that he didn't need anything for the time being, Zhang Zian took out his phone again and tried his best A last-ditch effort to find the elf.
"Okay, okay, thank you, young man, you go to your work first." Mr. Zhou nodded hurriedly, his hands did not leave the keyboard, and his eyes were still focused on the screen. If we go back forty years, I guess this old man is also a severe Internet addict...
On the electronic map of the game, the light group representing the location of the elves has become more than half darker than it was at the beginning, and it will disappear completely in a short time if it continues like this.
As soon as Zhang Zian left his seat, Mr. Zhou muttered to himself, "What is this kid doing? Why is he always making trouble for others..."
"What's wrong?"
Zhang Zian thought that Mr. Zhou encountered some difficult problem again, so he bent down and stood behind him, staring at the computer screen.
"Look at this kid, he always hits some inexplicable things, and no one else knows what he is going to do." Mr. Zhou pointed to the screen and said.
All the nicknames used in the chat room are his own, but at Mr. Zhou's age, he can call everyone in front of the computer "children".
Just like what Zhang Zian had seen before, the atmosphere in the chat room was very harmonious, and the readers helped each other, with the exception of one person, like a mouse dropping a pot of soup.
[Panbing Guozi]: Recently, I have become obsessed with the Silk Road, and I just finished reading Bill Porter's book. Do you have any other good books to recommend?
[Jackdaw]: That book is at best a travelogue. It’s okay to just read it casually. If you want to learn something seriously, I suggest reading Frankopan’s book of the same name.
[]: I’ve been watching you chatting, and I finally found a topic I can talk about—the book "A New History of the Silk Road" by Raleigh Hansen is also good, I recommend it! I just returned the book, it's in area b1 on the second floor.
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[Jackdaw]: Friends nicknamed pi, we have tolerated you for a long time. If you are a child, please go to the children's reading room on the first floor and don't disturb our normal communication, okay?
[Blue Flower]: That's right, you've been making trouble in the chat room since the morning, and many book friends have been angered by you and ran away...
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[Ah Liu]: Is this man sick? What's the point of typing such a string of numbers? Show you can memorize the top 100 digits of pi? please! I can memorize it when I was in elementary school, okay? If you want to pretend to be forceful, go to Zhihu to pretend, there is "What is the experience of memorizing the top 100 pi?" "Such mentally handicapped problems are waiting for you!
[Panbing Guozi]: There is no administrator in the chat room, otherwise it would be nice if the administrator kicked him out.
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[]: But I just stood up and looked around, there are no children on the fifth floor...
[Jackdaw]: If it is an adult, it will be even more hateful! I've never seen such a mean adult!
Zhang Zian stood behind Mr. Zhou and observed for a long time. No matter what was said in the chat room, this person nicknamed PI would always post the top 100 of PI every once in a while, regardless of other book friends' polite advice. Still scolding angrily, this person never retaliated, persistently typing the same number over and over again.
The quality and personal cultivation of the readers are very good. If it didn't really annoy and annoy them, they wouldn't say such serious words. Obviously, this person has committed public outrage. The problem is that there is no administrator in the chat room, and everyone can only get angry, but there is nothing they can do about this person. This can be regarded as a loophole in the custom system of the library.
Mr. Zhou frowned and said: "I also think this is a child, this child is too naughty, my little grandson who is seven and eight years old is not so naughty... Parents should really educate them Educate him!"
Zhang Zian straightened up and looked around the hall on the fifth floor again.
Before, he focused on finding the elves. After going upstairs, he took a rough glance. His gaze was only patrolling the aisles and open spaces, and he didn’t pay attention to the readers’ age, gender, appearance and other characteristics, because the readers could not be the elves he was looking for… …Bar?
There are more than 200 computers in the reading area on the fifth floor, and less than half of them are currently occupied by people sitting in front of the screens. Although the readers are very affectionate in the chat room, in reality, everyone sits scattered. There are people in almost every area. Except for real friends, few people sit next to each other.
While Zhang Zian was scanning the room, a young girl stood up in another corner, also glanced at the room, met Zhang Zian's eyes from afar, smiled, and sat down again - this may be the person in the chat room whose id is the reader.
Indeed, as said, there are no children on the entire fifth floor, and the youngest one looks to be over 18 years old, and has a stable face, not like someone who can do pranks.
As for the elderly people reading books and newspapers on the touch-sensitive digital terminal by the wall, the digital terminal does not seem to provide a chat room function, so it is impossible for some old urchins to do it...
This is strange.