My autobiography is definitely not a tragedy!
Chapter 125 - 103: 72 Transformations

Chapter 125: Chapter 103: 72 Transformations

The data transfer on the phone was still ongoing, and Meng Lang took out his recently purchased laptop and powered it up.

As a portable ultrabook with over 90% screen-to-body ratio and a power button that doubles as a fingerprint scanner, this new flagship product stood out among mainstream laptops in 2018.

Besides feeling slightly more reassured by a domestically produced device, Meng Lang was particularly satisfied with the hidden camera design between the F6 and F7 keys on the keyboard.

To prevent hackers from spying, other than through technical means, one could only rely on hardware solutions. Using a piece of black tape would be so low-tech!

The young man sitting nearby, sipping his coffee elegantly, was stunned by this scene.

Another new device?

Because of the screen protector, Meng Lang had just peeled it off...

And this laptop... looked like the latest model of the matebook?

Did this guy invest so much money after returning home?

Meng Lang spent five minutes to complete his computer’s basic initialization, then immediately connected to his own personal Wi-Fi.

Everything was ready; now, it was time to witness a miracle!

This high-speed train journey was about four hours long—he didn’t want to waste a minute.

He placed his hands on the keyboard, emptied his mind, and it was as if nothing else existed between heaven and earth but himself and the laptop in front of him...

Gradually, a familiar feeling surged within him, as if what he was touching with his palms was an old friend he had known for years.

His eyes slowly focused, and the next moment, his fingers began to dance nimbly on the keyboard.

Dialogue boxes started popping up on the screen, then disappearing one after another—that was him personalizing his operating preferences and shortcut settings.

Every excellent Swordsman should have their own unique, exclusive weapon...

Out of curiosity, the young man leaned back in his chair, peeking over from time to time.

Initially, the activity on the computer screen wasn’t very fast and, given the young man’s profession in network services, he could tell Meng Lang was setting up the basics.

But gradually, his expression became more and more astonished.

He recognized those popping-up black boxes, but the commands updating rapidly inside them were somewhat dizzying.

Later on, Meng Lang even switched to a Linux operating system...

The young man’s coffee cup hovered in midair, his eyes fixed intensely on Meng Lang’s computer screen.

He might not understand what he was seeing, but it didn’t prevent him from feeling an endless admiration.

What superiority? That was surely a life’s illusion. The guy beside him was undoubtedly a computer wizard!

...

An hour later, having configured dual systems, a basic Firewall, and a text editor, Meng Lang’s customization of the operating environment was essentially complete.

Looking at the familiar yet unfamiliar interface before him, Meng Lang’s face became slightly flushed and his breathing a bit rapid.

Among the excitement was also a hint of dizziness from overstraining his brain.

Did he do this himself?

Indeed! Life does not offer wasted paths; every step counts!

In the blink of an eye, had he transformed from a computer novice who only knew how to right-click to refresh and Speed 360 virus scanning to a tech guru capable of customizing advanced settings?

Brother, your remaining twenty-two years demand nothing but respect!

What is called an Employee of the Month? This is what an exemplary employee should look like!

Look at him, diligently securing funding for the organization and relentlessly self-improving in his spare time, never giving up!

Didn’t his KPI skyrocket?

Each of those before, either lamenting over spring or sanctimoniously reading the Bible—why not follow this fellow’s example and get some real work done?

All Things Return to One Union does not need dreamers!

Meng Lang stuffed the last piece of pastry into his mouth. Perhaps due to his brain operating at high speed, he felt somewhat hungry and his forehead was a bit warm.

Just like his forehead, the laptop’s cooling area was also burning hot...

The hardware still had some shortcomings!

However, he only wanted to use it to write code; thinking of running models for research on laptops under 2kg was unthinkable.

As for the brain hardware of this body...

Meng Lang suddenly thought of a problem.

The biological brain is also a central processor; if a computer’s processor overheats, it burns out, so... what about himself?

The "24-hour Rule" of learning a new skill every day is exhilarating, but these skills need to occupy brain disk space.

They’re like software being installed one by one, day after day, but what if one day, there isn’t enough memory left causing the system to crash?

From the perspective of the finite number of brain cells, even assuming a theory that suggests most people only use 10% of their brain in their lifetime, it indicates there is still some kind of limit.

What if too much software is installed, and the system crashes? Then what?

How do you right-click to delete on a brain?

I’m not Lv Xiaobu; I don’t have that "memory of a fish" skill!

Of course, this is just the most pessimistic view. Not to mention the immense untapped potential of the human brain comparable to supercomputers, the brain’s complex protective mechanisms are also far smarter than ordinary computers.

To reach that limit might only be possible in the distant future...

At that time, I could just let my brothers lay flat and stop striving!

While Meng Lang was pondering the posture of laying flat in the future, he suddenly felt an odd gaze upon him.

Turning his head, he saw the young man next to him looking at him as if he were looking at a deity.

Uh...

"Big... Big brother! Are you a hacker?" the young man asked excitedly, looking at Meng Lang.

Meng Lang was stunned for a moment, then laughed. "Of course not, I study Chinese literature."

The young man clearly didn’t believe him.

Chinese literature? And using Linux? Who are you trying to fool?

I appreciate your humility, but don’t underestimate my intelligence!

"Dude, you’re being too modest. I think you shouldn’t be in first class; you should be in the business compartment!

Oh wait, someone of your talent should really be on a military train!"

People always idolize what they can’t achieve themselves but others seemingly can easily do.

But for professionals in the field, achieving this isn’t as difficult as ordinary people think...

"Hehe!" Meng Lang was amused by this guy.

It was the first time he was called a big shot, and it felt pretty good.

"Big shot, let’s get to know each other again. My surname is Lu, and my name is Lu Xiaoyi. Can I take you as my master?

Honestly, I really admire hackers, and even if not a hacker, a Red Hacker would do!"

"Uh... this, you really misunderstood. I just have practice makes perfect, far behind those hackers.

Moreover, this is out of necessity too..."

Meng Lang was telling the absolute truth.

With his current level in computing, he certainly wasn’t much of a hacker, especially since his focus was not on data security but on data modeling and simulation software development.

And the main motivation for being able to cross into this field was the darn survival instinct.

With a fate that attracts all sorts of disasters, demons, and calamities whenever traveling far from home...

Without mastering seventy-two transformations, how can one face eighty-one tribulations with a smile?