Zhang Zian made some tea and brought it downstairs to Old Time Tea.
The pet shop was a little quiet at the beginning of the new year, but that was normal. Students were preparing for their final exams, office workers were working hard for their year-end bonuses, and retirees who had nothing to do were reluctant to go out in such cold weather.
Everything would be fine after this period of time. When the Lunar New Year came, the children would have a lot of lucky money in their hands. Hehe … Ever since Zhang Zian went to Little Celery's school, he deeply felt that it was easy to earn money from children.
Lu Yi Yun had already started drawing. She had been a bit mysterious lately and was very sensitive about her drawings. Every time Zhang Zian passed by the cashier, she would quickly change the interface. Zhang Zian couldn't help but wonder if she had sold her moral integrity for money and was drawing anime welfare pictures for those damn otakus.
Old Time Tea and Richard were watching TV. Fina and Snowy Lionet had eaten their fill and were sleeping soundly on the cat tree. Even Famous was sleeping. The most alert person in the pet shop was Zhan Tian. It was squatting in the outer room like a doorman, shoulder to shoulder with the Holy Cat statue.
Ever since Lu Yiyun knew that Zhan Tian was a retired police dog, its presence made her feel at ease.
Zhan Tian saw Zhang Zian passing by and stood up expectantly, staring at him.
"Wait for a while before you go out to play," he said to it, and it squatted down again.
Zhang Zian poured tea into Old Time Tea's press-type thermos. Although it was not the most insulating type, it was the most convenient for Old Time Tea to use.
"Meow."
He was about to go upstairs to the kitchen with the empty teapot when he heard Xinghai call him from behind.
Xinghai turned around and looked at him with its silver-gray eyes. "Meow. Zian, how is Pi?"
Zhang Zian smiled and said, "Pi is fine. It just told me something incredible."
"Meow. Pi is amazing!" Xinghai said solemnly.
"Right." Zhang Zian lowered his voice and asked, "Does Xinghai know about Pi's book?"
Xinghai nodded. "Meow. Xinghai has seen it before."
"Is that book really about life, the universe, and everything?" he asked Xinghai. Even if Pi was bragging, Xinghai would not help it.
Xinghai answered without hesitation, "Meow. Yes! It was a very powerful book! It's the most powerful book on Earth! "
Holy sh * t!
Zhang Zian was shocked. The most powerful book on Earth?
Although he already knew that the book was all-encompassing, how could it be named the most powerful book on Earth by the Star Ocean?
Xinghai tilted its head and thought for a moment, then added, "Meow, it may not be the best on other planets."
Well, what happens on other planets has nothing to do with me.
Zhang Zian put these unimaginable things to the back of his mind and went back upstairs with the kettle in his hand.
Pi's excitement had passed. It sat in front of the computer again, typing pi in the browser's search bar over and over again.
When it saw Zhang Zian coming over, it was just a little shy, not as evasive as before.
"Pi, this search engine has a maximum length limit. If you want to type Pi, I'll install a word processor for you," Zhang Zian suggested.
Pi didn't seem to understand. It blinked its brown eyes behind the pince-nez and flipped open the book. After a while, it happily closed the book and moved away from the computer.
"Jiji!"
Well, Zhang Zian guessed that it was asking him to install the software.
This old computer had its system reinstalled, and then it had been shelved by Zhang Zian. There was nothing inside. This had happened after the elfins had arrived. They had mainly wanted to destroy the corpses of the big sisters in the hard drive so that they would not be embarrassed.
Zhang Zian rummaged through the original Office suite he had bought before. Although the version was quite old, it was no problem for it to type Pi.
He inserted the disc into the CD-ROM drive. After a long process of reading the disc, the Office word processor suite was installed correctly.
He started Word, and a new document appeared on the screen.
Zhang Zian pressed the number keys, typed 3.1415926 in the document, then moved to another sofa. He asked Pi to sit back in front of the computer and continue typing.
"Jiji!"
Pi excitedly put the book on the coffee table, stretched out its hands, and pressed the different number keys on the keyboard in turn.
The nameless book was right between Pi and Zhang Zian, and he could reach it if he stretched out his hand. However, he resisted his curiosity and tried not to look at the book. Instead, he focused on watching Pi calculate Pi. Although it was really boring, and the long series of numbers made him dizzy.
However, since Pi could do this, it meant that it had some trust in him, right?
After a while, he noticed that Pi's typing posture was not quite right. It was similar to Mr. Zhou, whom he had met in the library. Mr. Zhou used one finger, while Pi was slightly better, using two fingers. It only used the index fingers of its left and right hands to type, which was very inefficient.
Pi typed very slowly, so when it was in the library, it would only type a string of pi every once in a while.
"Pi, your typing posture isn't right," he reminded it.
"Jiji?"
Pi stopped typing and looked at him in confusion.
"Let me show you the correct posture." He asked for its permission.
"Jiji!"
Pi moved to the side.
Zhang Zian sat in front of the computer again, straightened his posture, and put his fingers on the keyboard.
"Pi, look at my two index fingers. They are right on the F and J keys. There are small bumps on these two keys, so your index fingers can touch them when you are still."
He patiently demonstrated the correct typing posture and fingerprinting, explaining the areas controlled by each finger, and how to move them correctly.
"Jiji?"
After the demonstration, Pi tried to imitate Zhang Zian's posture, but it did not go well. Its knuckles were not as flexible as a human's, and its ten fingers were always entangled together. After a while, it became anxious.
"Jiji!"
Pi scratched its head, gave up learning, and started typing with two fingers again.
Zhang Zian pressed its hand firmly. "Pi, don't give up just because it's difficult. If you don't develop the correct typing posture, your fingers will easily get all kinds of joint diseases if you type for a long time."
He did not know how big a Word document could be, but it should be able to type millions of numbers. If Pi kept typing in the wrong posture, it was only a matter of time before it got joint diseases.
"Jiji?"
Pi looked at him suspiciously.
"You can look it up in your book. It should be written in it." Zhang Zian pointed at the nameless book and smiled.
Pi opened the book and flipped through the pages.
After a while, it put down the book and lowered its head guiltily.
"Jiji."
It sounded like it was apologizing.
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