Little girl who writes code

It's so cold that it's snowing and it's getting dark. This is the eve of noip. On this cold and dark evening, a worn-out girl knocked on the code in the IDC. When she escaped from the class, she still had a computing guide, but what's the purpose? It was a very old book-so big, it was always her mother's desk. When she was writing spfa silently, the grade director suddenly rushed into the data center and scared her to lose all her calculations. The book is called a data competition. He said that he could use the book as a paper to prove the cherbihov theorem.
The little girl had to write the binary heap by herself, and a pair of small feet were frozen red and green. The grass paper in front of her is full, and the above are all DP transfer equations. During the whole day, no OJ asked her to answer the same question. She had already paid for the medicine 32 times.
Poor girl! She was cold and hungry, with a trembling smile. The light from the CRT display fell on her yellow long hair, and the dry hair was rolled over her shoulder. It looked like a binary tree, but she didn't pay attention to it. Each display shows light, and the machine room smells like a CPU, because this is noip's Eve-she can't forget it.
She paused in front of the main function and squatted on the keyboard. She thought it was getting colder. She dared not go home because she hadn't completed the binary heap yet and didn't write a DP equation, the coach would scold her. Besides, it cannot be written in the same way as other data structures. These questions are too watery. Although Shen Miao has all written questions, there are generally only three words in the question: Silly Question X.
She was almost desperate. Ah, even if a function won't re, it is also good for her! Every time she writes a program, the results are different. If she has data, she knows which program is correct. She couldn't get the data, because the data center was not connected to the Internet, and the speed of the whole school was getting a small movie from the next-year director. If the next program can be AC, she will dare to write dozens of KB of code, but she does not dare. She is afraid to come up with a wonderful result.
She created a CPP and overwritten the program. The compilation is passed, and the sample is passed. This time, she felt she was standing in the IOI test room. On the school's door, there is a picture of "students in our school presented to the 110 Anniversary with an international gold medal. If you are the one in the class, all the boys in the class have left them with lights. At this time, the program re, she only had a black white on CMD.
She wrote another simulation. This time, she sat down in the beautiful binary heap. This binary heap is shorter than the constant she sees in Lijie code. There are a lot of beautiful and touching ASCII codes, all of which are programs she writes. Various cute pointers are jumping, and the world is full of system stacks. They are blinking at her. The little girl stretched out her hand to the system stack. At this time, the ASCII code is still present, the banners are still there, the pointer is still there, and the grade director is still smiling awkwardly. The higher the pointer of those codes, the higher the pointer, and the higher the pointer, and finally the stars flashing in the sky. A star fell down, marking a long red light in the sky.
"Someone is about to die ." Said the girl. The only senior who hurt her has told her before: when a star falls, a soul will go to God.
In her notepad ++, she wrote another quick line. In this case, she used all the available ides. Students appear in the light, so gentle, so loving. "Senior !" The little girl shouted, "Ah! Please take me away! I know that as soon as the system stack overflows, you will not see it, just like the banners of the school gate, the precision of the floating point number, and the space of the cyclic queue, you will not see it !"
She quickly compiled a 5 kb high-precision template to keep her senior student. Butler emits strong light on the program and shines the IDC room as bright as during the day. Students have never been as tall as they are now♂Big, so handsome. She picked up the little girl and held it in her arms. They flew away in the bright and happy ways. The higher the sky, the higher the sky, and the place where there was no DP, no graph theory, and no data structure.
The next morning, the little girl sat in the machine room, blushing and smiling. She died, and died on the eve of noip. Noip day1's sun rose, shining on her small body. The little girl sat there, and there was a pile of compiled code on the display.
"She wants to review the semi-finals ." People say. No one knows how beautiful things she has ever seen, how happy she was, and how happy she went along with her senior student to the happiness of the New World.