Chapter 39: Believe in "Ke" Studies

The next day, Lin Mo arrived at the company carrying some fruit.

With the continuous consumption of honey water and Poria cocos throat lozenges, his complexion had visibly improved.

However, the red mark on his forehead today was exceptionally prominent.

Last night, staring at his computer, he had nearly shaken his brain into a pulp; he even had to kowtow to it to make a sound. If there was no sound, it didn't count—was he crazy?

To this day, he still didn't know how effective this so-called "pleasing the Machine Spirit" actually was. They said it reduced mechanical failure rates and increased success rates, but there was no precise figure for how much it improved anything.

Nevertheless, adhering to the principle of "the more skills one has, the less one fears the world," he had chosen to sacrifice his forehead.

No joke—I might not need to use it, but I can't be unable to do it!

With tea brewing in the office, Lin Mo was quite leisurely. It wasn't until 9:30 AM that Liu Ruyan arrived at the office, immediately greeted by the aroma of tea upon entering.

"No wonder so many bosses like to hire a young member of the opposite sex as a secretary. You get tea as soon as you walk in, and it's pleasing to the eye. It's just wonderful!"

Hearing this, Lin Mo looked up and realized that the Great Empress Ruyan had changed her style again; today, she was the "housewife version" of Liu Ruyan.

She wore a white shirt paired with a black long skirt—a simple black-and-white color scheme, but on the Great Empress Ruyan, it instantly became extraordinary.

The shirt was tucked into the skirt, creating a silhouette that was tight on top and loose on the bottom, highlighting her figure while drawing particular attention to her slender, willow-like waist.

Her hair was simply tied back, giving off a gentle, water-like impression.

"Morning, President Liu!" Lin Mo greeted her.

Liu Ruyan nodded. It was perfectly fine for Lin Mo to address her this way in the company. She sat down opposite him, took the tea Lin Mo handed her, and took a light sip, a look of satisfaction appearing on her face.

"Eh? What happened to your head?"

Just as she set down the teacup, Liu Ruyan noticed his reddened forehead. It had to be said, it was quite obvious.

"Uh, I didn't sleep well last night and bumped it against the headboard," Lin Mo replied.

He certainly wasn't going to say that he had turned his forehead red from kowtowing to his computer last night. That would be too embarrassing; people might think he was mentally unstable.

"Does it still hurt?"

"It's fine, I—"

Before he could finish, Liu Ruyan extended a finger and tapped his forehead. "Oh, it looks like quite a nasty bump. How about big sister blows on it for you? If I blow on it, the pain will go away. Come on!"

As she spoke, her face slowly leaned closer.

Lin Mo: (ω)

Here she goes again. This woman was taking advantage of Miss Yuan's absence to crank up the intensity. She was trying to test his resolve—what official could withstand such a trial?

Seeing Liu Ruyan's face getting closer and closer, Lin Mo performed a tactical lean back. "I have oral allergies!"

Liu Ruyan:...

No joke, he had worked so hard to get this "cheat code" life; why would he want a woman? Women only hinder the speed of his progress.

"Get out of here! Big sister has fresh breath. If you don't believe me, take a sniff. Ah~~"

"President Liu, I can see your tonsils!"

Liu Ruyan: "Ah~ *cough cough*"

Women, especially beautiful ones, are generally very conscious of their image. It was improper to let someone just look at her tonsils, so she shut her mouth immediately.

Pretending to cough, Liu Ruyan used her hands to change the subject. "Xiao Mo, today is the last day of your internship, right?"

"Yes. In a flash, I've been with the company for several months. At first, it felt slow, but as time went on, it became quite interesting," Lin Mo smiled.

Since today was his last day of being a "corporate beast," he was naturally happy, and his entire demeanor radiated cheerfulness.

Recalling his internship experience over these past few months, he couldn't help but marvel at how fast time flew—much like a middle-aged man, it felt like it ended before it had even truly begun.

"Alright, to celebrate the successful completion of your internship, come with me this afternoon. I'll treat you to dinner tonight, and your cousin Su Su will be there too. There's a surprise! Big sister isn't the type to let someone eat for free! Don't you dare refuse; it's settled!"

Without giving Lin Mo a chance to decline, the Great Empress Ruyan had already made the decision. He could only nod and then spoke

"President Liu, since that's the case, if you aren't busy, I'd like to head back to my old department. Some people there helped me a lot, and since I'm leaving, I should go and let them know."

Regarding this request, Liu Ruyan agreed without a second thought.

Lin Mo went to the department where he had spent the last few months, distributing fruit to colleagues he was on good terms with to thank them for their care during his internship.

"Sister Li, where is Brother Wang? I haven't seen him," Lin Mo asked after making his rounds, having failed to find his mentor, Old Wang.

"You mean Old Wang? He's in the next room. I heard there's a system malfunction; he's been in there for a while..."

Hearing this, Lin Mo nodded and went straight to the next room. As soon as he pushed the door open, he saw a row of senior programmers with "Mediterranean" (balding) hairstyles kneeling in a line, kowtowing to a computer. His mentor, Old Wang, was among them.

"Brother Wang, Brother Wang, what's going on?" Lin Mo asked curiously.

Upon hearing his voice, Old Wang turned around, saw him, and hurriedly stood up. "Why are you here?"

"It's my last day of internship, so I thought I'd come say goodbye and bring you some fruit. After all, you are my mentor, right?" Lin Mo said, lifting the bag in his hand.

Seeing this, Old Wang's eyes lit up. He snatched the fruit with one hand and grabbed Lin Mo's collar with the other, pulling him inward. "Perfect! Since you're here, the apples arrived just in time for the offering. Come on, Xiao Lin, kowtow quickly!"

Lin Mo:...

Kowtowing to a computer again? Are they crazy? He had nearly vomited from kowtowing last night.

"Wait a minute, Brother Wang, isn't it a bit much to just start kowtowing like this?"

"There's no other way! The code was copied over, but it won't run in our system. We've checked the code line by line; there are absolutely no issues. This is the only way left. Don't disbelieve me—I've tried it, and sometimes it really works. This is the ultimate secret technique passed down through generations of seniors in our industry: Pleasing the Machine Spirit!" Old Wang said with utmost seriousness and solemnity.

"Pleasing the Machine Spirit?" Lin Mo's voice suddenly jumped several octaves.

"You've heard my stories too?"

Lin Mo: "Uh..."

"Stop with the 'uhs.' Come on, everyone move aside, let Xiao Lin through..." Old Wang beckoned the crowd to disperse to make room for the newcomer.

"But Brother Wang, haven't you guys already tried this?"

"We've all tried it, and you're the only one left. You have the 'newbie protection period'; you'll definitely succeed!"

Lin Mo: "I..."

Before he could finish, he was pushed in front of the computer. Looking around, he saw over a dozen men staring at him expectantly. Ultimately, Lin Mo chose to believe in the "Science of Kowtowing."

After all, his forehead hadn't been kowtowed for nothing last night.

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Lin Mo followed the steps Old Wang had taught him: light a cigarette, pour some wine, and kowtow—the triple threat.

Finally, he stood up and lightly tapped the Enter key. The next second...

The page, which had remained unresponsive to everyone else, miraculously began to run smoothly. In an instant, the men in the entire department erupted into deafening cheers.

At this moment, in the eyes of the crowd, Lin Mo was like a demon-subduing deity descending from the heavens—a true god of luck in the mortal realm.

This college student... ( )

(End of Chapter)