The Young Matriarch
Chapter 594 - Chapter 594 Chapter 594 The Immortal Teacher Actually

Chapter 594: Chapter 594: The Immortal Teacher Actually Understands Programming? Chapter 594: Chapter 594: The Immortal Teacher Actually Understands Programming? The entire audience was abuzz.

Many spectators looked at Tong Qingyan with admiration–the guts of this beauty and academic overachiever were impressive!

Considering that the majority of the audience for this taped broadcast were loyal fans of the Immortal Teacher, did Tong Qingyan not fear being scolded for her rebuttal?

Tong Qingyan steadied her nerves and looked at the big screen, saying, “Immortal Teacher, let’s not argue about whether the Chinese System can be successfully created in just a couple of episodes. I think it’s quite unfair!”

“Among the eighty-eight contestants here, there are computer science prodigies, whereas contestants like us, who study finance, languages, or civil engineering, know nothing about computers and have no advantage. It’s unfair.”

The audience nodded in agreement, finding Tong Qingyan’s words reasonable.

Bai Chuwei propped her chin with one hand, her tone indifferent, “Was the two days of teaching for nothing?”

Tong Qingyan wanted to retort, but a calm voice, filled with arrogance, rang out in the venue, “If a bunch of top students like you can’t learn after two days of personal teaching by me, you might as well not bother with prestigious universities and just start over from scratch.”

Her pet hamster’s hacking skills were far better than theirs.

“If you can’t handle it, don’t play.”

The crowd gasped, but there was no discomfort.

Everybody knew that the Immortal Teacher was always this brazen, often criticizing underachievers in live streams; telling them to quit preparing for college entrance exams and go back to elementary school, to start over from the very beginning.

Wow, just hearing that was so satisfying.

It had to be the Immortal Teacher herself.

Tong Qingyan blushed to her ears, her toes curling with embarrassment as she wished she could crawl into a hole.

Director Wang wanted nothing more than to light a cigarette and age a few years; he was rather unsure about this episode of the program. He nodded at the staff, who then brought up eighty-eight laptops.

Bai Chuwei’s hacking skills were self-taught using smartphones and computers from the villagers of Yunwu Mountain Village. Could hacking and programming be any more difficult than becoming an immortal?

Bai Chuwei felt that there was no challenge too difficult!

Bai Chuwei began with the most fundamental computer concepts, every word she said was essential, not a single one wasted.

Tong Qingyan bit her lip and hurriedly immersed herself in learning.

The audience was exploding with excitement–damn!

So the Immortal Teacher was not only a math expert but also understood… computer programming?

A programmer who was almost bald drew in a sharp breath, stunned as he watched the big screen and muttered, “This Immortal Teacher’s computer level… oh, to be precise, hacking skills, could probably rank at the very top in our country, or even globally.”

A woman in her forties, shocked, whispered, “Is the Immortal Teacher a Time Management Master? Even if he’s older, he’d be in his seventies or eighties, right? How could he be so proficient in everything?”

The woman was still in shock when her gaze suddenly fell on her nine-year-old son beside her, and she was taken aback.

“Xiaobao, what are you doing?”

Her nine-year-old son, holding an iPad, was seriously learning from the Immortal Teacher’s words. His small hands had already crafted several naive lines of code, and he hummed, “I also want to be a hacker.”

Damn–she had only wanted to bring her good-for-nothing son, who knew only gaming, to see the academically brilliant brothers and sisters. And now, her son… was holding an iPad and learning to code?

Tong Qingyan was briefly distracted to find that the audience below was listening intently, which made her slightly anxious.

She better not end up learning less than the spectators, right?