Madam’s Identities Shocks the Entire City Again - Chapter 1417

Chapter 1417 Only sister Nian has the slowest hand speed

On the contrary, Ma Si coldly watched the girl delete her Trojan horse program, sneered, showing a disdainful expression, and whispered: "I thought the woman Aiden was afraid of had some real skills, but I didn't expect it to be a bullshit."

He probably felt that Qiao Nian’s reaction was too boring, so he simply retracted his gaze and returned his attention to his computer.

The final competition is very pure-it is to do software.

Software has always been divided into several levels, from A-S level, each level is better than the previous level software, the most powerful is the legendary S-level software.

But this kind of programming is very difficult, and Mars himself is not sure to make an S-level software in a short time.

So what he prepared this time is an A-level software.

A-level software is already a very rare software on the market, and it is more than enough to win this competition.

He was still very focused when he started things, at least more than he focused in private, and in a blink of an eye he devoted all his energy to programming.

The camera is aimed at him.

Mas concentrated on his face, almost expressionless on his face, extremely fast hand speed, and the arrogance of the top IT powerhouse shrouded in his eyebrows.

The audience on the stand was shocked by the atmosphere of his body, and they all quieted down.

In addition to Mas, the camera turned and fell on the players of country h.

He looks much more cordial than Maas, and his single eyelid is also focused on software production.

Below the camera, his hand speed is equally astonishing, ordinary people are not comparable to him, but he is still a bit slower than Maas.

But he is better than chicken thieves.

When Maas put the Trojan horse on the computer for Qiao Nian, he caught the two of them wasting time and started to enter the programming early. At the moment, he has done a lot, at least 30% of the progress.

The camera went around, and it seemed that Qiao Nian was the only one who was slow.

After solving the Trojan horse implanted by Ma Si into her computer, she did not rush to open the programmer, her right hand could not be used, she only used one hand, and the left hand was tapping the keys on the keyboard, giving people a cynical feeling...

is very calm!

...

Under the stage.

Qin Si looked around, and saw Qiao Nian's peaked cap covering his chin, with an unhurried attitude, the blue veins on his anxious forehead bulged up again.

"Sister Joe is too slow."

"Miss Qiao's hand was injured after all. Only one hand can be used. It is the left hand that we don't use frequently. It is normal to be slower." Zhang Yang raised his head and looked at the situation on the field.

The field is changing, not to mention this kind of world-class professional competition.

He was afraid that in the blink of an eye, the situation would change again.

He watched the game so seriously, of course, he saw that Qiao Nian’s hand speed was not comparable to the other two people on the field.

Don't talk about Masby, who deliberately provoked them when the game started.

Qiao Nian's hand speed is not even comparable to that of the person in country h.

The current situation is not optimistic.

Why didn’t Qin Si know that Qiao Nian’s situation was not good, he was as anxious as the ants on the hot pot, but he was helpless: "...Even if Sister Qiao didn’t get the first place, I hope that whoever, Park, or something will get the first place will be better than the horse. Snah is the best!"

"The game is not over yet, let's take a look first."

Bo Jingxing always felt that Qiao Nian's state in the game was very similar to that of the Jiu Institute. Somehow he felt a strange feeling in his heart, always thinking that Qiao Nian would win.

Zhang Yang also echoed: "Yes, Qin Shao, the game is not over yet, let's talk about it when the software is finished."

Qin Si clenched his fists, locked his eyes firmly on the playing field and stopped speaking. He couldn't swallow this breath.

(End of this chapter)