BE Crazy Demon Survival System

In this world, time goes by so fast.

Xu Qichen is getting more and more used to this world, to the busy work day after day, to the gags made by his colleagues during their breaks, to the random thoughts that Mediterranean makes in class every Friday, to buying drinks for everyone during basketball training on weekends, to being with friends Cang listened quietly to Qi Meng telling jokes together.

Get used to every moment of Mu Yao.

I used to find it very incomprehensible to those who claim to love every day as if it was their last.

But now, he seems to have to become such a person.

When I wake up every morning, the first thing I confirm is whether the people around me are still there.

If, for Lin Ran, he fell in love ignorantly without knowing it, then Mu Yao was the one who made him deeply realize what his heart was tied to.

But the strange thing is that the figures of these two people often overlap, and even he himself doesn't know the reason.

What made him even more incomprehensible was.

Why in reality, he, who can't make any waves to other people, will fall in love with these characters sincerely when he comes to his novels.

This is too ironic.

It's not that I can't fall in love with others anymore.

Just like people, everyone is like you.

"Ye Han, it's raining outside, have you brought an umbrella?"

The colleague's words brought Xu Qichen back to his senses, "Oh, is it raining? I don't even know."

"It's not very big, after all, autumn is almost over." The colleague finished tidying up the table and said goodbye to him with a smile, "I'm leaving, you should hurry home too."

Xu Qichen nodded, "Yes."

Alone in a drowsy state, he only remembered when he was taking the elevator that he should send Mu Yao a message and ask him to deliver an umbrella.

Forget it, it's not a big deal, so I can run back.

Stepping out of the elevator, I saw a slender figure in the distance, surrounded by a hazy circle of light from the not-so-bright lights and fine rain on the street.

Before he could speak, the other party sensed his presence.

Turning around, he waved the folding umbrella in his hand.

"I'm here to pick you up."

Xu Qichen walked over, and Mu Yao opened the umbrella for him.

"It's enough for the two of us to fight."

Mu Yao shook his head and handed him the open umbrella, "It's windy today, I'm afraid you'll get wet." As he spoke, he opened another umbrella, and the two of them walked out of the company downstairs side by side.

"Let's go out and play tonight."

Hearing Mu Yao's proposal, Xu Qichen felt a little strange, but he still agreed, "Okay."

Stepping on the deep and shallow puddles on the ground, the bright lights shattered all over the ground.

Two people walked silently on the road, umbrella covers of different colors and sizes divided the world into countless semi-private boxes, and each box contained souls with different thoughts.

Mu Yao took him to a small bar, which was different from the one he had been to before. It was much quieter here, with dim lighting and a band performing live, there was a wonderful atmosphere.

Although it was a bar, Muyao couldn't drink, so he only ordered a glass of iced lemonade, but Xu Qichen ordered a drink that could be considered a strong drink.

"Recently, I always feel that you are not in a good mood."

Hearing Mu Yao's tentative opening, Xu Qichen didn't know how to answer, so he could only shirk his unconcealed feelings on the probability theory who had just finished the exam, "Ah... didn't you pass the probability theory test last time?" , I feel that I did not do well in the exam." Xu Qichen took a sip of his wine and sighed, "I always feel that I have worked very hard, but the result did not meet expectations. .”

Mu Yao rested his chin on his hand, his eyes reflected the warm light above the booth.

"I seem to do well in the exam. What do you think is more difficult?"

Xu Qichen thought for a while, "Bayes' theorem... right."

In fact, it was just a random excuse, and he didn't expect Mu Yao to take it seriously. However, as a liberal arts student, he was indeed a little puzzled, "I don't understand why the study of artificial intelligence must be based on Bayesian."

"I think Bayes' theorem is very interesting." Mu Yao's fingers gently tapped the wooden tabletop with the drumbeat of the band, "In probability theory, most of the research is on positive probability, right?"

Xu Qichen nodded.

From his pocket, Mu Yao took out a pack of assorted fruit candies that he bought when he was waiting for Xu Qichen, and used his teeth to help tear open the pack, grabbed a handful and held it in his hands.

"Suppose I have [-] candies in my hand, [-] strawberry flavored ones, [-] lemon flavored ones, and [-] orange flavored ones. If you close your eyes and take one at random, what is the probability of getting the lemon flavored one?"

Xu Qichen replied, "One-sixth."

Mu Yao hummed, "This is the simplest case of positive probability, right?"

Xu Qichen smiled, leaning his head against the wall and looking at Mu Yao.

"But." Mu Yao put all the candies back into the bag, "In real life, who would tell us in advance how many candies and how many of each kind there are? The calculation of positive probability, in addition to providing Referring to the sample, it seems not very practical."

Mu Yao bowed his head, picking one by one in the small bag.

"That's why there is such a reverse probability as Bayes' theorem. It is not based on objective values, but on subjective assumptions, just like the human brain." As he spoke, he stretched out his clenched hands to Xu Qichen again. in front of.

"Close your eyes and take one from my hand."

Xu Qichen obediently closed his eyes, groped to find Mu Yao's open palm, and took one at random.

"Open your eyes." The other party clenched his hand again, "What flavor?"

yellow packaging.

Lemony.

"Again."

It was another random selection with eyes closed. When I opened my eyes, it was still a bright yellow candy wrapper.

Repeat again.

The third time the result was still the same.

Xu Qichen grabbed Mu Yao's wrist, smiled and said his guess, "Is the candy in your hand all lemon flavor?"

Mu Yao spread out his palm, just as Xu Qichen thought, a bright golden color.

"This is the way of thinking of Bayesian theorem. You don't have any objective evidence. You just rely on the actual results again and again to consider, rule out the possibility of higher error rates, and then constantly revise your previous judgments." Mu Yao's voice was very sharp. Soft, very suitable for the jazz in the bar.

Suddenly enlightened, Xu Qichen nodded and took a sip of his wine, "If every math teacher taught like you, I think I should like math more."

The taste of the wine was too strong, and the cold liquid flowed down the throat, and after it penetrated into the lungs, it ignited a fire again, which was extremely contradictory, "However, I didn't even know that you are so interested in probability theory. sleeping all the time."

Mu Yao looked at the band not far away, and murmured.

"Because, I like you, which is the process of following Bayes' theorem."

Xu Qichen was stunned for a moment, not understanding what he meant.

"From the first time I saw you, I liked you."

Mu Yao's voice was so deep, it seemed to be separated from the surrounding sounds, it was in a completely different wave band, and poured straight into Xu Qichen's heart.

"However, one-sided liking is like taking candy with your eyes closed. Every time I blatantly approach, it's a groping in the dark." He shook the soda in his glass, and the bubbles floated up, sticking tightly Leaning on that golden slice of lemon

"And your reaction to these actions is the candy that I can only see when I open my eyes."

"When you like someone, you will have such a mood. Try to figure out every word of the other person, even the meaning of punctuation marks, trying to think out the meaning of the string." Mu Yao laughed at himself twice, "It sounds stupid, because It seems like everyone expects the active side to be strong and decisive at all times."

He imitated the tone of an outsider, "When you meet someone you like, you should go straight to it, and you should just tell him that I like you. I just like you, and I must have you." After saying these words, Mu Yao himself laughed , "It can be replaced by myself, how many people will really do this."

Xu Qichen couldn't say a word.

Almost every word Mu Yao uttered hit his heart.

"I don't know what kind of candy I'll get next, whether it's sweet or sour, so every time I reach out, I'm careful."

"However, even if I get a lot of sweets, each one is sweet, but this does not represent a [-]% probability. I am always revising my judgment, guessing whether you treat me more than I imagined. Some good feelings, but I will never be able to confirm." He splashed the sugar in his hand on the table, "Who dares to say that all sugar is sweet."

Mu Yao looked at Xu Qichen.

In his eyes, Xu Qichen saw himself.

However, unlike Mu Yao, he never reached out his hand.

Not a single candy was taken.

So his probability is always zero.

"but."

Mu Yao spoke again.

"You freed me from countless temptations and guesses, and told me the answer directly." Mu Yao smiled, eyes slightly bent.

"So that I can finally stop falling into this endless loop."

He was lying on the table, with his slender fingers on the table, moving forward slowly as if walking.

Until he grabbed Xu Qichen's hand.

"You saved me."

A lot of words were stuffed in his chest, and he was talking wantonly there, but it was like a bottle of soda that had been opened for too long, and he couldn't spit it out no matter what, and couldn't say it out.

The remaining air bubbles are surging feebly.

The band sang a song and said optional words of thanks.

Mu Yao stood up suddenly.

Xu Qichen took his hand, "Where are you going?"

Mu Yao smiled, "Why do you make me seem to disappear immediately."

He pointed to the small stage, "Want to hear a song? I'll sing it for you."

Xu Qichen nodded, watching him walk up to the stage step by step, said a few words to the band members, then sat on the lead singer's high stool, and took the guitar that was handed to him.

Applause began to appear around him, before he could speak.

The yellow top light illuminates his outline inch by inch from top to bottom.

Reminds him of the art gala in high school.

The same is true for myself hiding in the corner, watching that person shine.

The guitar kicked off, and Mu Yao's voice was low and gentle, just like the tone he used when talking to himself every time before going to sleep.

[Drowsy all day, empty eyes, inexplicable sense of powerlessness. 】

[I feel sick, I feel cold. 】

[Only the warmth of a heart remains. 】

His fingers brush lightly over the strings of the guitar.

Once, again, as if touching his heart.

【Maybe...maybe a new emotion】

[Maybe... Maybe someone's infection. 】

[Maybe it's love. 】

The word love was sung by him with a sigh full of fate.

Xu Qichen had never heard this song before, but felt that the lyrics were so wonderfully written that every word was brought into his heart.

The effects of alcohol began to emerge, and Xu Qichen felt faint dizziness.

Lying on the table, I quietly listened to him sing the last line.

[Possibly... all kinds of abnormal phenomena. 】

Mu Yao's eyes looked at Xu Qichen's face through the table after table of admiration.

【It's all because you love me. 】

The last string stopped vibrating, Mu Yao said thank you, stood up, and walked back to the table where Xu Qichen was.

"Like it?"

Xu Qichen, who was slightly drunk, lay on the table, nodded, showing an innocent smile, "It sounds good."

Every time he got drunk, he would act like a child, smiling foolishly, "I'm so envious of you, you can play ball, your grades are good, and you can sing well. I feel like you are good at everything."

Just like the person I once liked.

Envy Ye Hao, love worth mentioning.

I really want to be such a person.

"That's not what I'm best at."

Xu Qichen turned his face slightly and looked at him, "What are you best at?"

Before Mu Yao could open his mouth, he was interrupted by a drunk man who was walking unsteadily and bumped into their table accidentally, spilling half of the glass of cold wine in his hand onto Xu Qichen's shoulder superior.

With a jolt, Xu Qichen straightened up.

The other party slurred his speech, "Hold, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, I drank too much, I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Then he stretched out his hand to help Xu Qichen wipe it.

Xu Qichen kept smiling, "It's okay, it doesn't matter."

Mu Yao was a little displeased, grabbed the man's arm, and stopped his movement, "Drink less next time." As he spoke, he walked to Xu Qichen's side, and took a tissue to wipe his shoulders and back.

The man walked away, Xu Qichen still kept a smile on his face, but Mu Yao was a little unhappy, after helping him tidy up, he paid the bill, and dragged Xu Qichen out of the bar.

Different from the comfort and warmth in the small bar, the wind and rain outside have not stopped, and when the door is opened, the chill hits the face, and it goes straight to the neck of the person.

Mu Yao took off his denim jacket and put it on for Xu Qichen.

Xu Qichen looked at Mu Yao's face and asked with a smile, "Why don't you seem very happy?"

Mu Yao grabbed Xu Qichen's arm, stretched it into the empty sleeve, put on his clothes, and then buttoned him one by one, and didn't speak until the last one.

"Don't laugh at others casually."

Xu Qichen was also quite drunk, his voice was different from usual, he laughed, "Why, isn't it good to laugh?"

Mu Yao opened the umbrella and handed it to him, "Because I have a small mind and a bad temper, seeing you being so gentle to everyone makes me very angry."

no reply.

The two of them walked out into the rain under umbrellas, like everyone else on the street, using umbrella covers to hide their inner emotions.

It's like throwing a pebble on the surface of the lake. I originally wanted to hit a few floats, but it sank with a thud.

Just when Mu Yao had no expectations at all, another bubble appeared on the water.

"wrong."

Xu Qichen's voice came from the cool night rain.

"What's wrong?" Mu Yao stopped and turned sideways.

Xu Qichen raised his umbrella slightly and looked into his eyes.

"A misnomer."

His tone was like that of a serious primary school student judging the wrong type of a bad sentence.

"To be precise, I'm gentle with everyone." On his face, there was a look that only appears when alcohol is at work, innocent and seductive.

"But only to you, I am gentle."

What am I best at?

What I am best at is liking you for ten years.

And what you are best at is grasping my heart for ten years.

Two gray umbrellas came together to create a blind spot within the field of vision.

Mu Yao gently hugged Xu Qichen's waist, bowed his head and kissed him under the overlapping umbrellas.

Alcohol, night rain, dim light.

It made Xu Qichen's mind no longer clear.

"Carry me, I can't walk anymore."

The two umbrellas became one, and Xu Qichen's head rested on Mu Yao's shoulder, swaying, feeling the warmth from his body.

"Is it cold?" Mu Yao asked.

Xu Qichen shook his head, "It's not cold." He sighed comfortably like a kitten, "I really want to spend the winter with you, it must be very warm."

Mu Yao walked slowly, thinking in his heart that he drank too much.

Xu Qichen babbled a lot, feeling that his consciousness was passing away more and more, and his mind was getting more and more confused.He tried his best to get close to Mu Yao's side face, kissed his cool ear, and said the last sentence before he passed out drunk.

"I like you...I miss you so much."

I started thinking about you before we were separated.

Mu Yao pressed her lips tightly, feeling her sharp canine teeth grinding against the inner wall of her mouth, causing a faint pain.

The more favors you get, the more you fear it's just an illusion.

Putting on a new disguise, how many chances of winning will there be?I'm really not sure.

The only thing I can be sure of is that even if I do it all over again.

I will repeat the same mistakes without exception.

Getting stuck on your Bayes theorem.