A Race to The Top

On the way back by car, Ji Meng looked out the window in silence.

The doctor's words lingered in his ears.

"...Nan Kaoru didn't just do this these few days... Do you remember why she would rather violate the rules and risk her age by helping her change her age, knowing that she might not wait for the day when she was fourteen.

"The vast majority of people suffering from this disease will not live to be ten years old... This is also the reason why Nan Xun’s parents abandoned her. The disease is not terrible, but the terrible thing is that there is no hope. She can persist for so long. A miracle...

"I am very grateful to you and Xinshan. If it weren't for you, she would never have the opportunity to experience the outside world. It may be for this reason that she persisted until now."

The doctor patted Jimeng’s shoulder: "Her time has come. You have done a good job, and she has worked very hard. Don’t blame yourself, she was not born in an age when her own disease can be cured, but technology is different. One way to compensate her. She doesn't live a desperate life, what you do is great."

...

After stepping into the Yanda campus again, Ling Xiaolu finally realized that being able to walk in the sun is a lucky thing in itself.

"Don't forget to call me next time you go."

"Are you sad after seeing the people there?" Ji Meng asked strangely.

"Sad is certain, but it also has motivation." Ling Xiaolu's answer was unexpected, "I'm going to class, how about you?"

He raised his hand and glanced at the time, before Ji Meng answered, "Oops, I'm going to be late for class!"

Ji Meng: "Then hurry..."

Before the voice fell, I saw Ling Xiaolu jump over obstacles nearby, and without looking back, he threw a sentence of "contact again!"

Cannot wait to slowly descend the steps, Ling Xiaolu jumped onto the handrail and slipped to the end. After landing, he continued to run wildly, and there was no shadow in the blink of an eye.

Since Ji Meng knew him, this man seemed to have not walked the road of Pingchuan seriously.

Does this person still need motivation? The electric motor Chengjing can probably describe him accurately.

Ling Xiaolu rushed into the classroom with a stuck point, moved to the side against the wall under the eyes of everyone, and quickly found a free operating position.

The teacher gave him a small warning in his eyes and began to teach.

"In this class we will learn a new type of synthetic material. In the first class, you can use the tools and instruments in front of you to perform arbitrary operations on the material embryo body, and experience its hardness, toughness, texture, conductivity and other characteristics. After class Discuss its application areas and see if you can develop practical ideas..."

Ling Xiaolu carefully observed the cylinder in front of him. It was pure black, high-density, hard and easy to cut. He tried to cut a small section, and the cross section was still shiny.

He cut the cut to the east, and the material in his hand gradually took shape. Ling Xiaolu didn't expect that he was quite talented in art, so he immersed himself in refining the rough model.

"This classmate," the teacher passed by the carefully crafted him, "Do you remember whether you are a student in the Department of Materials or Sculpture?"

Crowd: "Hahahaha..."

Ling Xiaolu raised the semi-finished product in his hand: "Teacher, I want to test whether this material can be finely carved."

"Really? Then tell everyone, what is this thing you carved?"

Ling Xiaolu generously introduced: "This is a statue of a guard! Teacher, here is the head of the guard, this is his kneeling body, and his sword..."

"Hahahaha..." The classmates laughed together.

The teacher waved his hand silently: "Let's do it, it's up to you."

The classmate from the operator station next door came over: "Ling Xiaolu, what are you doing with the guard? Besides, why can't I see that you are a guard?"

"Then what do you look like?"

"Well, a sitting... big cat?"

"Is there so much difference?" Ling Xiaolu fully suspected that there was something wrong with the opponent's eyes.

"No, no, I think it's a stone lion." The classmate on the other side also joined the discussion.

"...You two are half a catty!"

"But why do you want to carve it yourself?"

"Yes, pull a model in the computer, and use the engraving machine to produce the finished product in a few seconds."

"What do you know?" Ling Xiaolu held the statue in his arms and refused their kindness. "The works carved by hand have a soul!"

At the end of the two operation classes, Ling Xiaolu appreciated his work with satisfaction.

The statue of the Unknown Guard, the descriptive word in the game is-Unspeakable Love.

This is the real purpose of his production.

When he was carving, he was thinking of that person in his heart, and he also incorporated his love into it.

Ling Xiaolu slipped out of the teaching building with the gift he prepared carefully, thinking about what reason he wanted to fabricate and send it out reasonably.

After this thought, dinner time passed. Ling Xiaolu later realized that he had not eaten yet, and Ji Meng did not take the initiative to look for him.

"This person," Ling Xiaolu took out his mobile phone and sent a text message, "If you take the initiative, we will have a story, if you don't take the initiative... Am I going to let the **** kill this story?"

Ling Xiaolu: The operation class is so tiring, I have been on it till now! Have you eaten?

I waited for several minutes before seeing a reply.

Ji Meng: I have something. do not wait for me.

What's the matter, is it playing games?

Ling Xiaolu glanced at the bracelet and decided to cultivate his feelings in the three-dimensional.

Ling Xiaolu: If you have something to do, you can't skip meals. What do you want to eat? I'll take it to you!

A few minutes later

Ling Xiaolu: If you don't say anything, I just bought it casually, the kind of buns that blindly choose the second canteen!

Ten minutes later

Ling Xiaolu: I'm outside your bedroom, why don't you open the door when you knock?

Ling Xiaolu: I will go in by myself without opening the door.

Ling Xiaolu: Your door is unlocked, I'm in, I hope you get dressed!

Ling Xiaolu opened the door cautiously, and the one-meter-high electronic device robbed him of his attention.

He has seen this kind of instrument. In modern times when intelligent AI is relatively popular, it is an AI model editor that is known to be easy for non-professionals to use.

It has built-in massive amounts of human and even non-human materials, and anyone can create the AI ​​look they want.

Of course, there are huge gaps between the creation and realization of distance-if you want to transform the designed appearance into a real object, you need to pay extremely expensive production costs.

This is just to make it, and does not include sound implantation, personality implantation, nerve connection, etc...

If the production of AI is listed as a whole plan, then it can only complete less than 5% of the work in the initial stage of the whole plan.

Now that such a magical device appeared in Ji Meng's bedroom, Ling Xiaolu would definitely not think that he was helping to improve the crawler robot in the second canteen.

On the 360-degree panoramic screen, a male human model almost the same height as him is presented-Asian figure, golden hair, flexible limbs...

Ling Xiaolu wanted to thank Ji Meng for putting him on a pair of shorts, so that he would not be embarrassed to see himself naked. He dared to bet with those shorts that the unfinished model on the screen was him.

Although this person does not have any facial features, just like a model in a clothing store window. But at this level, how could Ling Xiaolu not guess what Ji Meng wanted to do?

"Classmates?"

Ji Meng "closed his eyes and rested his mind" on the chair, and the ring in his hand was shining brightly.

Strange, why didn't the system remind him of visitors?

Ling Xiaolu remembered that Xinshan peripherals had this monitoring function. Otherwise, if he was a bad guy who entered the house and robbed him, he would spoil someone first after being spoiled, then... how cool it would be.

"Classmate, wake up, the same—"

Ji Meng woke up abruptly, opened his mouth and panted. Unlike his normal offline, he seemed to be chased by a giant beast and forced to go offline urgently.

Ling Xiaolu was taken aback: "What's wrong with you?"

As soon as he was about to reach out to comfort him, he was conditionedly blocked by the back of his right hand, as if his left arm had experienced severe pain and could not be touched.

Ling Xiaolu looked down nervously, his arm skin was intact and there was no scar, and he did not know why he had such a radical reaction.

Ji Meng didn't recognize Ling Xiaolu until this moment, and he tried his best to suppress his emotions.

"Why are you here?"

"I sent you a message, you didn't reply to me," Ling Xiaolu was still worried about him, "Are you okay? You were in a scary state just now."

Ji Meng grabbed the phone next to him and glanced at it. There were indeed a few text messages that he had ignored.

"It's okay." He threw the phone back again, "I just played the game and it won't cause real harm."

Ling Xiaolu was dubious: "Really?"

Of course he knew that the game would not cause harm to people, but just now Ji Meng's reaction was also very real.

Ji Meng has completely calmed down. He touched his unharmed arm: "Don't worry."

Ling Xiaolu put the things in his hand on his desk.

"I'm here to send you dinner, and I didn't mean to see you doing this... You promised Nan Kaoru that you want to take that person back, just to use this method? Be a dummy?"

Ji Meng cast his eyes at the model calmly: "Yes."

"Aren't you lying to her? The dummy has no memory."

"AI memory can be implanted."

Ling Xiaolu was choked: "You not only lied to her, you also lied to yourself! It's not true, what good is it for you to make a substitute?"

"Because he is not a real person. He is a virtual AI that doesn't even have an entity."

Ling Xiaolu slapped Ji Meng with a heavy slap on the table, making Ji Meng very surprised.

"Why are you so excited?"

"Because you think you are stupid? Even if you clone an AI, can it be the same as the previous one? Are you looking at his face or his personality?"

Although the face is also good.

Ji Meng frowned: "This is my business."

He made it clear that Ling Xiaolu was not qualified to control, but in fact, Ling Xiaolu thought for a while, he was indeed not qualified to control Ji Meng's affairs.

"Then if you like fakes, just do whatever you want. For you, they are all virtual babies in the game, just like Lei Lulu. If this one is gone, I will do the next one.

"Don't just do one, you don't need money, do a few more, and open a harem later."

Ling Xiaolu's fierce reaction was unexpected by Ji Meng. If it was just an ordinary classmate relationship, he didn't need to say such cynicism or even jealousy. Ji Meng had a guess in his heart.

"Are you... to me..."

Ling Xiaolu was taken aback. Did he just accidentally tell his true thoughts?

His reaction seemed to further support Ji Meng's guess. Seeing that Ji Meng would refuse to say the next sentence, Ling Xiaolu jumped up like a furry rabbit, preemptively denying:

"Nonsense, I don't have any thoughts about you at all! You think too much!"

Ji Meng stared at him with a look in his eyes, and Ling Xiaolu looked at him and didn't fight.

"Do whatever you like, it doesn't matter to me! Let's go!"

"Wait a minute!" Ji Meng stopped him.

Ling Xiaolu's breathing was stagnant, and he didn't dare to turn his head.

Ji Meng handed over the guard statue left on the table: "Your stone lion has fallen."

"..."

Stone lion, I see you like a stone lion! Would you like to introduce you to my classmates and let you get married!

Ji Meng was inexplicably glared by Ling Xiaolu who turned around.

"No more! I'll give it to you!" he said fiercely.

Ji Meng holding a stone lion: "..."

Ling Xiaolu slammed the door and left, and Ji Meng re-examined what he was holding.

Not a stone lion, is it a brave?