Chapter 26: Object-Oriented (2)
26 – Object-Oriented (2)
Xiaoyaozi withdrew the message quickly. Lin Xun had no doubt that if he had been a little slower, Old Man Huo would have gained several more disciples.
He also had no doubt that many people must have witnessed this embarrassing mishap at this very moment—the seniors practically lived on WeChat.
After a brief moment of awkwardness, a new message appeared.
Xiaoyaozi: Congratulations, Brother Qingshan! Clap clap clap
The other seniors below quickly followed suit with copied messages, creating a harmonious and cheerful atmosphere in the group.
Three minutes later, to prove the authenticity of his claim that “his meridians healed on their own due to his cheerful mood,” Old Man Huo shared a WeChat article titled “Mindset Determines Health” in the group. Several other seniors also brought out articles they had saved over time, and a discussion on health preservation began.
Bihai Xianzi, an expert in alchemy, stepped in to debunk a myth: “Tofu and spinach can indeed be eaten together. Fellow practitioners should not readily believe in food incompatibility claims.”
Xiaoyaozi was the first to refute: “Better to believe it exists than to assume it doesn’t.”
Lin Xun chuckled at the chat interface for a while, then turned off his phone, calmed his mind, and entered the System Space.
The interface remained the same.
The tasks were still the same tasks.
However, when he turned around to look behind him, his eyes widened in shock.
—That tree.
Lin Xun walked closer. The roots of the tree were glowing brightly, and beside them was an equally bright letter “c.”
Looking further up, the trunk and branches were still dim, but now, letters had appeared beside them.
The first branch extending from the right side of the trunk was labeled “c.”
For a moment, Lin Xun’s breathing trembled slightly.
Moving upward, the first branch on the left read “python.”
The second branch on the right, “php.”
The second branch on the left, “java.”
Beyond that, there were no further changes. The upper half of the tree remained blank.
—And the names that had appeared so far were all mainstream high-level programming languages, fundamentally different from the C language.
C is a procedural language, while these four languages are object-oriented.
The biggest difference between the two lies in modularity—the underlying principles are quite complex to explain in detail, but a simple analogy can illustrate it.
Imagine an author who creates a new document and starts writing a long novel entirely within that single Word file.
Every time he writes, he opens the document, scrolls to the very bottom, and begins. If, while writing, he realizes there’s a logical issue earlier in the story or needs to add a new plot, he must scroll back up from the bottom, find the relevant section, and make changes. If the document crashes, all the content is lost.
—This process sounds like a headache, and anyone with a sound mind would avoid it.
A normal person would create a new document for each new chapter and write within it. If they need to make revisions, they can quickly locate the document by its chapter name. If a document gets corrupted, it only affects that one chapter.
The first method is procedural programming, while the second is object-oriented programming.
Procedural programming is like a doll with its joints welded shut, while object-oriented programming consists of detachable parts that can be reused in other dolls. Clearly, object-oriented programming is far more flexible and versatile.
Moreover, due to differences in structure, each programming language has its own unique strengths.
Lin Xun used a C language crawler to observe his surroundings and gather information, but if he had used a Python crawler for this task—the efficiency would have been greatly enhanced.
In short, object-oriented programming is a profoundly significant invention in human history.
Lin Xun felt a faint thrill of excitement.
If he could master one of these languages, even against a Golden Core stage swordsman like Yan Yangzi, he could hold out a bit longer and wouldn’t be forced to disconnect from the internet so quickly just to stay safe.
So, how could he learn these languages?
He tentatively pressed his finger… onto one of the branches.
A mechanical voice sounded: “Activating skill tree requires Spiritual Power: 120. Current Spiritual Power: 95. Insufficient Spiritual Power. Activation failed.”
Lin Xun narrowed his eyes.
So, Spiritual Power was used for this!
Complete tasks issued by the system, obtain Spiritual Power, meet the Spiritual Power requirement, and activate the skill tree.
—Lin Xun felt an even greater thrill than when his keyboard had been transformed. The thought of being able to use more convenient languages in the future, and perhaps even activating “glax” here one day, filled him with eager anticipation.
Eager to get started, Lin Xun went to the task interface.
As expected, the task interface had updated.
After completing Foundation Establishment, the first phase of the main quest was finished. He unrolled a new golden scroll and saw written on it:
Quest Objective: Reach Golden Core stage
Quest Reward: Sect Funds 100, Sect Territory Level 1, Spiritual Power 50
Quest Progress: 0/100
After accepting this quest, he looked to the other side.
To the left of the golden quest, a blue scroll had appeared.
He opened it.
Daily Quest: Exterminate Evil and Destroy Demons
Quest Objective: Eliminate demonic creatures
Quest Reward: Spiritual Power 5
Time Limit: 24 hours
Quest Progress: 0/5
Good. First, there was the main quest rewarding funds and territory, then side quests rewarding treasure chests, and now even daily quests had appeared.
For a moment, Lin Xun felt there was simply too much to do.
But what attracted him most was still the reward from the main quest.
It had already been proven that Sect Territory corresponded to the land owned by the Luo River Goddess Company, and Sect Funds corresponded to real-world money.
Among these, 1 Sect Fund was equivalent to 10,000 in reality.
The reward for reaching the Qi Refining Stage was Sect Territory 1, and that day they gained an additional usable room. The reward for reaching the Foundation Establishment stage was Sect Funds 50, and Old Man Huo immediately awarded him five hundred thousand.
Another obvious fact was that the rewards weren’t granted out of thin air—they had to align with real-world logic. Could it be that the system’s power could influence the real world?
Lin Xun didn’t know.
Leaving the System Space, he returned to reality.
His phone screen lit up with a new text message.
Lo filtered messages—loan offers, real estate promotions, Taobao store advertisements were all blocked. Notifications for phone bills, bank messages, and government campaigns like “Eliminate Black and Evil” or “Protect Green Mountains and Clear Waters” were received but didn’t trigger alerts.
Therefore, Lin Xun almost never received SMS notifications.
So, there was only one possibility—this was a message from Dong Jun.
Sure enough.
It was a very simple message.
“Tomorrow afternoon at four, at the Galaxy.”
For what felt like the hundredth time, Lin Xun mentally calculated his schedule for tomorrow.
Then, he replied: Okay~
After replying, Lin Xun opened his suitcase and fell into deep thought.
In the end, he had to take a photo and send it to Zhao Jiagou, asking about what to wear tomorrow.
Early the next morning, it was time to prepare for the return to the capital.
Xiaoyaozi had actually managed to get a large truck. They loaded the Chixiao Longque Sword and the jade coffin into the cargo hold, locked it up, and set off on the road.
—The one responsible for driving the truck was Yufeng Zhenren, renowned in the Cultivation world for his mastery of sword flight. Legend had it that back in the day, he flew recklessly over the Bohai Sea, was mistaken by radar for a neighboring country’s aircraft, and nearly sparked a diplomatic incident between the two nations.
But as they say, once you grasp one thing, you can infer the rest; master one skill, and a hundred others follow. Yufeng Zhenren’s driving skills were also exceptionally superb, and he even held the corresponding driver’s license. With him behind the wheel, everyone felt at ease.
Old Man Huo was familiar with the capital and possessed profound cultivation, so the passenger seat naturally went to him.
Thus, Lin Xun had to return alone.
The flight wasn’t delayed, and they landed at one in the afternoon.
The second-hand Jetta they all shared, following its Automated Driving Program, had already arrived on time at the airport parking lot. As soon as Lin Xun landed, it picked him up accurately.
Then… by three o’clock, he was already at Galaxy.
This wasn’t quite what Lin Xun had expected—after all, the real world was full of unpredictable factors, but today there hadn’t been any traffic jams at all.
Sitting in the car, he rested his chin in his hand and gazed at the Galaxy building, feeling a bit lost.
Suddenly, his phone lit up—a call from Dong Jun.
Lin Xun answered.
Dong Jun’s voice was still as familiar, low and pleasant: “Have you set off?”
Lin Xun: “…I think I arrived too early.”
Dong Jun on the other end seemed to let out a soft laugh, a faint breath of air, but Lin Xun didn’t quite catch it.
Lin Xun felt a bit desperate: “I’ll go sit in the café across the street for a while.”
“Get out of the car.”
These two words from Dong Jun made Lin Xun freeze for a moment.
A moment later, Dong Jun continued: “I’m on the eleventh floor.”
So Lin Xun ended the call and obediently got out of the car.
The sky was overcast, and the wind was strong, but the genius Zhao Jiagou had actually anticipated this.
He had remotely arranged for Lin Xun to wear appropriately thick clothing—a black hooded jacket one size larger than the regular fit, with graffiti and some random letters on it.
Last night, Zhao Jiagou had praised this outfit to the skies, saying something like, “Algorithm, I can already imagine how you’ll look in it—a kind of innocent melancholy, like a genius hacker who just lost both parents, hacked into the federal intelligence system, looked up at the sky, and felt a sense of loneliness with nowhere to go.”
Lin Xun replied with a clapping emoji.
Clearly, Jia Gou’s emotional cells had piled up to the point where they had nowhere to go—he should have been a poet.
Lin Xun zipped up the jacket all the way, glanced at the car window, and felt like an emotionless truant teenager.
He reached the eleventh floor, where a long, empty corridor and closed conference room doors lay before him.
He took out his phone, wanting to confirm with Dong Jun again, but just then, the nearest door opened, and someone stepped out.
—Someone Lin Xun hadn’t expected.
Chen Xi, the boss of lions. This man stepped out of the office door, dressed in a suit and tie, his back straight, with the look of an elite written all over him, exuding an air of triumph and satisfaction.
Of course, thinking about it, it made sense—successful in his career, having risen to the top in one leap, he was naturally triumphant. This was different from Lin Xun.
Lin Xun looked at him, and of course, Chen Xi saw Lin Xun too.
Then, he began walking toward Lin Xun’s location.
—Lin Xun thought, when he had declined Lions’ invitation back then, he had already had a conflict with this person. And with the Goddess of the Luo River project not making any waves in the past two years, he was probably being mocked by Chen Xi in his mind countless times.
Chen Xi raised an eyebrow and asked, “What are you doing here?”
Lin Xun lowered his gaze slightly, his tone flat and indifferent. “Looking for someone.”
Chen Xi: “Still working on that project?”
Lin Xun: “Mm.”
Chen Xi smiled, then shook his head, seemingly feeling quite sorry for him. “Alright then.”
Lin Xun didn’t really want to talk to him, so he lazily responded with a few words and was about to continue walking forward.
But Chen Xi didn’t let him off. After straightening his tie, he lifted his chin toward Lin Xun and asked, “Do you know the way? Who are you looking for? I’ll take you there.”