Lucky Spin: Godly Programming-Chapter 34: Skeptical

"Can I borrow your phone for a moment?" he asked.

Mrs. Eve nodded and handed him the phone. He then connected it to the computer using a USB charger cable with data transfer capability.

Once connected, he gained access to the phone’s storage and copied the file onto the PC.

Dela Cruz adjusted his glasses as he navigated through the folders of the APK file he had just extracted, his focus sharpening as he prepared to dive deeper into the code.

"Hmm... this APK doesn’t look like the usual Java or Kotlin build," he muttered while scrolling through the unpacked files, his curiosity growing even deeper.

He noticed familiar filenames like libpython3.so, main.pyc, and a folder labeled site-packages.

His eyes narrowed with interest, "It’s Python," he said, nodding slowly.

"The student who made this used Python to build the app, probably with Kivy or a similar framework to convert it into an APK."

Mrs. Eve leaned closer.

"Python? But isn’t Android usually built with Java or Kotlin?" she asked, unsure, as she had heard others mention it before.

Dela Cruz just gave a her small nod, "Yes, that is true. Most Android apps are made with Java or Kotlin, but Python can also be used with the right tools. Frameworks like Kivy or BeeWare allow Python code to be packaged as APK files. It’s not common, but clearly, this student knew what he was doing."

Dela Cruz then smiled slightly, "If I use tools like APKTool or JADX, I will only see the outer shell, the Android wrappers. The real brain of this app is inside these Python files," he explained, his voice filled with growing admiration.

"Okay..." Mrs. Eve replied softly, no longer fully understanding what he was saying, as she was not knowledgeable in this area.

Dela Cruz then pointed the cursor at the .pyc files. Without wasting time, he opened uncompyle6, carefully loading the compiled Python bytecode to begin decompiling and reading the actual source code behind the app.

Lines of Python code started appearing on his screen it was clear, organized, and labeled with method names that caught his attention immediately.

...

def analyze_input(self, text_input):

def check_grammar(self, sentence):

def suggest_improvement(self, essay_text):

def feedback_score(self, writing_sample):

...

He then glanced at the first block of code, mumbling to himself,

"This must be the one that handles the input from the user, probably the main function that reads what the user types into the app," he muttered, tracing the lines with his finger.

"It likely breaks down the sentence into smaller parts, maybe tokenizes it, so the AI can process it properly," he added, eyes focused as his curiosity deepened with every line he read.

He then scrolled down to the next block and nodded slowly.

"A grammar checker function," he murmured.

"From what I can see here, it runs the sentence through several condition checks, probably using basic natural language processing libraries or maybe even a custom-built set of rules. This is not just simple spellchecking. It looks like it is analyzing the actual sentence structure."

His eyes narrowed with growing respect as he continued examining the code.

Further down, another function caught his attention.

"This is where it gets interesting," he said, eyes focused.

"He did not just stop at identifying errors. This part actually suggests how to improve the writing, offering rephrased versions of awkward sentences and recommending better transitions. It is not just pointing out mistakes, it is teaching the user how to write more effectively."

Then he reached the last function in the list.

"This function gives a score or rating based on how well the essay is written," he said thoughtfully.

"It probably takes into account grammar, coherence, and maybe even vocabulary usage."

He carefully scrolled through the lines inside the function, pointing at a specific part with the cursor.

As he continued to scroll further, his eyes caught another function deeper in the code.

His curiosity sharpened as he leaned closer to examine what this new section was designed to do.

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if confidence_score >= 0.8:

return "Well-written sentence. Minor improvements suggested."

else:

return "Consider rewriting for better clarity."

...

Reading this, Dela Cruz leaned back, visibly impressed.

"He actually wrote a feedback system with thresholds," he remarked, his tone filled with admiration.

"The AI does not simply check for mistakes. It evaluates the writing and gives advice depending on the confidence level of its analysis. The higher the confidence, the more direct the suggestions. If the confidence is lower, it offers softer recommendations or asks for clarification."

He shook his head slightly, still amazed at the level of thought and detail put into the system.

He then gave a small chuckle of disbelief, "This is truly an eye-opener for a teacher like me. Hays, what a talented student," he praised inwardly, shaking his head with a faint smile.

Instead of the usual mess of cryptic variable names and tangled logic he often expected from student projects, what greeted him was something entirely different it is a clear, organized, and understandable code.

Every function was well-labeled, the logic flowed smoothly, and the structure reflected not just skill, but careful planning and real understanding of how AI systems should work.

The variables were properly named, clear and meaningful:user_input, error_count, confidence_score.

This is literally are not some random letters or meaningless names like x1 or abc.

Functions were grouped logically, each accompanied by small comments explaining their purpose.

Everything was structured in a way that made the code easy to follow, showing not just programming skill but real discipline and attention to detail.

...

# Function to analyze input sentence structure

def analyze_input(self, text_input):

# Grammar checking function using rule-based evaluation

def check_grammar(self, sentence):

...

Every part of the code flowed like reading a well-written book. The awe and admiration in his eyes shows no bounds.

"I don’t know how to react anymore... this honestly feels like it was made by a god," he whispered, almost breathless.

"The code is not just functioning. It is readable and freaking understandable. It feels like he wrote this not only for the machine but for any person who might read and learn from it after him."

Dela Cruz leaned back, still staring at the screen, completely taken aback by the level of craftsmanship before him.

He scrolled down further, noticing how even the error handling was clean, precise, and intentional.

"Good programmers can make something work, but great programmers make their code readable and easy to maintain," he muttered, eyes still fixed on the screen.

"I have not seen this level of clarity from many professionals, let alone from a high school student."

There was genuine respect in his tone, as each line of code continued to prove the student’s rare skill and discipline.

"Just how much did this student study to reach this level? Everything here feels impossible to have been made by a human alone," Dela Cruz groaned, running a hand through his hair.

Mrs. Eve, whose eyes were filled with wonder and curiosity, could not help but stare at him.

She watched as Dela Cruz shifted through a whirlwind of emotions it was sometimes happy, then excited, then in awe, followed by frustration, only to circle back to happiness again.

It was like witnessing an endless cycle of emotional reactions playing out on his face as he continued to explore the code.

"So now that you have seen this," Mrs. Eve began, her voice more serious.

"I want to ask, did my student really make this, or did he just download it from somewhere online?"

She sighed, her expression tense, "You are the only person I know who can handle this matter properly. Because if he did plagiarize or copy this from somewhere, it could lead to a lot of issues, not just for him but also for the school."

Finally, she revealed her true purpose for bringing the app to Dela Cruz not only to confirm its quality, but to ensure its authenticity.

Turning to Mrs. Eve, he spoke confidently.

"Mrs. Eve, after checking the APK and reading through the decompiled Python code, I can say with certainty that this was not copied or downloaded from anywhere online. The structure, the way the functions are written, it is consistent with someone who truly understands what they are building."

He leaned back, folding his arms, his expression were absolute.

"If this were copied, I would have seen mismatched code styles, poorly integrated sections, or leftover comments from different sources. But here, everything flows smoothly. The logic, the naming conventions, even the comments all of it points to original work."

He smiled slightly, shaking his head in disbelief.

"Your student did not just make an app. He built a real AI system, complete with proper logic, evaluation methods, and self-contained processing. This is beyond impressive for someone his age."

There were no messy comments, no random or out-of-place code, and no signs of copy-pasting from other projects.

The functions were clean, the flow was logical, and the structure was well-organized all clear signs of genuine effort and deep understanding.

"So to be clear this doesn’t even look like a downloaded code. This is clearly handwritten," he muttered, still staring at the screen.

"Well, that’s good," Mrs. Eve finally breathed out, visibly relieved.

But Dela Cruz shook his head slowly, "Don’t calm down just yet. It’s true that it’s not downloaded or copied. But something like this must have been made by someone with serious knowledge," he said, locking eyes with her.

"What do you mean?" she asked, her expression turning sharp.

"Well, everything here is honestly impossible for a student to have made," Dela Cruz said, his tone serious.

"I meant it when I said it’s beyond impressive for his age but now, I need to ask how old is he exactly?"

Mrs. Eve paused for a moment, thinking carefully before she replied.

"About sixteen or seventeen, I guess," she said. frёeweɓηovel.coɱ

"Also, when he showed me this app, I asked him directly if he was really the one who made it. And honestly, he looked so offended by the question. The expression he gave me clearly showed how serious he was. I know his personality very well, when it comes to serious matters, he cannot lie to me," she added, her voice steady and confident as she spoke the last words.

Since she knew this student and his personality very well, Dela Cruz nodded, though a hint of skepticism still lingered on his face.

"What was the student’s name again, and what year?" he asked, leaning slightly forward.

"His name is Jeff Anzon, from Grade 11, Section St. John," she responded.

"Wait... it’s him?" Dela Cruz raised a brow, his eyes narrowing as recognition sparked in his expression.

"Oh, you know him?" Mrs. Eve asked, narrowing her gaze, curious at Dela Cruz’s reaction.

"Yes, I know him," Dela Cruz replied, his voice calm but thoughtful.

"I saw him coding a basic website during one of their lessons here in the computer lab but it looks so basic so I did not watch it further. And honestly, his charisma is hard to ignore, it literally makes him stand out. His presence is vivid in my memory, and even his name is stuck with me. So I couldn’t forget it."

As he spoke, he glanced up at the ceiling, a small smile hiding beneath his usually stoic expression, clearly impressed but trying not to show it too much.

He was truly unaware that he had shown too much emotion just a few minutes ago, Dela Cruz quickly regained his usual composure.

"Be prepared, all of you from different schools, especially you, BJIT!" he thought inwardly.

His eyes were razor sharp it was filled with anticipation, "After winning the parade showdown, I believe another trophy will soon be added to our collection." he said to Mrs Eve

She just stared at him dumbfoundedly as she replied, "Well... that’s good I guess,"

Then a faint smirk crossed his face as he could not hide his excitement for the upcoming coding tournament between schools.

He was already imagining the recognition their academy would receive.