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Day1501:00

SwordArcInc的产品发布会定在太平洋时间4月16日上午10点举行，换算成北京时间正好是4月17日凌晨1点。

At 00:50, Song Ran was woken up by the pre-set alarm clock, sat sleepily on the bedside and yawned.When he regained consciousness, he turned his head to look at Bubu, and the unlucky boy really fell asleep and turned into a running Tibetan antelope again.He adjusted the sleeping position for Bubu, slowly climbed out of bed, pulled on his slippers and went to the kitchen to make a cup of milk tea, then jumped onto the sofa with a mug in his hand, sat cross-legged, wrapped the woolen blanket around his body, and acted like an eminent monk. Dressed in cassock.

The old second-hand notebook was on the coffee table, he reached out and tapped, and clicked on the website that He Zhiyuan had given him.

The live broadcast page is displayed section by section from top to bottom, from the title to the diagram, without exception, it is all in eloquent English.

"For love, all for love."

He rested his chin to comfort himself, and his eyelids drooped even lower.

The video area also showed that "the signal is being connected", the living room was quiet and silent, and a ball of sweet hot air wafted from the cup, steaming Songran's face.At the moment of drowsiness, he raised his head startled, put down the cup, rushed to the bathroom and washed his face with cold water.

When he returned to the living room refreshed, the video signal just connected.

The press conference started on time, and the overhead camera swept across the circular Hanmer Theater from multiple angles-there were nearly 3000 people in the venue, and there were no empty seats.The lights gradually dimmed, and the audience burst into applause, which lasted for more than half a minute.A man with light chestnut hair leaped onto the main stage amid applause, raised his hands high, greeted the audience chicly, and said "thank you" loudly and repeatedly.The applause from the audience became even more enthusiastic, and another wave of climax was set off. The posture was comparable to the appearance of a superstar at a concert.

A line of words was printed on the live broadcast screen: CEO, Carl Kraus.

Song Ran crashed.

In the wonderful company where Mr. He works, even the president is so casual?

Carl has a pair of gray-blue eyes, deep and affectionate, but his personality is seriously inconsistent with them, as hippie as possible.When the company was small, he could turn a press conference into a wild party.Over the years, under He Zhiyuan's supervision, he has restrained a lot, but Yu Wei is still there, and the audience is still excited when they see him, always thinking that the next one is a talk show.

No matter what happens, professionalism is still there.

Carl warmed up for 1 minute, threw a few prepared jokes to invigorate the atmosphere, and then cut to the chase, introducing the basic situation of the press conference.The camera occasionally swept across the auditorium off the field, and there were many Asian faces sitting in the front row, looking a lot like engineers.Song Ran became interested and guessed which one of them would be Mr. He.

However, he was quickly distracted by what was playing on the long screen.

This is a well-made short but informative story video about the evolution of SwordArc's S-series and T-series robots from the first generation to the sixth generation.

They originated from a course project in the student days of Carl and He Zhiyuan. They stepped out of the laboratory during their Ph. Thinly populated areas, such as logistics distribution centers.

In the first generation, they only had a single monitoring function, and the cruising route had to be entered in advance, so they were extremely poorly adaptable, and they didn’t have any learning ability, so they could only serve as mobile cameras and alarms.He Zhiyuan was not satisfied with this, and decided to move closer to the direction of artificial intelligence. The S series and T series were constantly updated, and only then did they have what they are today.

Taking the S series as an example, it has learned to explore the road by itself. When placed in an unfamiliar environment, it can build a three-dimensional space structure while traveling; it can also count the number of people passing by, and plan a dynamic patrol according to the flow of people and the law of time. route; after one or two weeks of service, the amount of data it collects is enough to divide the mall map into safe areas, normal areas and high-risk areas, instead of treating them equally with rigid weights.

For passers-by who appear in the camera, it can distinguish between normal behavior and abnormal behavior, and even notice abnormal emotions.It can directly understand the graphics and text on most billboards, handbags, gift bags and clothing.All S-Series robots in a mall will communicate with each other and work together, even in an environment without Wi-Fi.

The S series and T series have been developed from generation to generation, and the functions have become more sophisticated and more practical. However, the protagonist of this conference is not the S7 and T7, but the freshly released family version - Q7.

Small, cute and thoughtful.

As the saying goes, although the sparrow is small, it has all the internal organs. Q7 works in a home that is much smaller than the commercial area, but it condenses all the essence of the six generations of the S and T series.In the face of simpler interpersonal relationships, it needs to deal with more delicate emotions, grow up with the whole family, guard its safety, and also guard its integrity and happiness.

Song Ran only understood a little bit of Carl's explanation, and with the help of the screen, he roughly understood that Xiao Q, who seemed to have the weakest function, was the most important thing in this conference.

This gave him a sense of pride that his own child was the only favorite.

He eagerly waited for Carl to continue speaking, but Carl ended his part after 3 minutes, walked to the left side of the stage, and shook hands with the next upcoming speaker.

During the handover, the camera cut to the distant view of the stage, and Song Ran couldn't see the speaker's face clearly, but he could vaguely recognize that it was probably an Asian male with a tall stature and a straight posture through his shiny black hair.The man strode forward with two long legs, and was chased by the spotlights towards the center of the stage. His steps were neat and steady, and he had a calming effect.

Well, it seems that this company still has reliable senior management.

Songran gave it a point.

When the man stood still on the stage and turned to face the audience, the camera switched to a close-up shot in time to let his upper body appear in the frame.

bang.

The mug accidentally fell over, spilling Songran's trousers with hot milk tea.He didn't feel the heat at all, he just stared blankly at the screen, his Adam's apple moved up and down unconsciously, and swallowed the saliva in his mouth.

Did he...see the Infiniti male god?

Or a hallucination?

No, it's not an illusion, because the male god is no longer limited to a static sketch at a fixed angle, he breaks free from the shackles of dimensions, and smiles towards the camera, polite, gentle and confident.Then, he reached out and adjusted the position of the microphone, greeted the audience, and began to speak.

When a familiar voice came out from the speaker, Song Ran was shocked on the spot, and the last thin blood was gone.

First there was a blank space of more than ten seconds.

During the blank period, time seemed to stand still, and his mind could not think of anything, broad or detailed, because what he saw with his own eyes did not match what he heard with his own ears.They repel each other, just like a Phillips screwdriver forcefully twists a hexagonal bolt, which cannot be embedded or rotated, so that the thinking stops.

The face of the Infiniti male god appeared on the screen, and Mr. He's voice appeared on the speaker. They were perfectly synchronized, and they were also desperately squeezing deep in Songran's heart, kneading into a ball that didn't distinguish between you and me, and told him, this man It was originally one with this voice.

But how could it be?

What reason do they have to be one?

Song Ran was thinking hard and couldn't figure it out at all.

Slowly, as the speech continued, Songran saw more movements of the male god: low smile, raised eyebrows, nod, waved hands... The voice was changing accordingly, matching the shape of the lips, and also matching the subtle expressions every second.

The frequency coincides, so resonance occurs.

The originally incompatible appearance and voice began to merge little by little, entangled with each other, seamlessly intertwined, stirring up a rhythm that made Songran's heart tremble - the man talking on the stage was his Mr. He.

Also his Infiniti male god.

A flower sprouted quietly and exploded on the branch.With that insignificant bright red as the center, countless nearby branches are gradually smudged, spreading up to the sky and down to the ground, everywhere is the heart of spring that is about to bloom.

Song Ran covered her mouth, her eyes were flushed, and her vision was covered with water vapor.

He felt that he was not worthy, so he quickly wiped his eyes dry with his sleeves, but the water vapor still rushed up, condensed into water, and slid down from the corners of his eyes to his chin.

"You, why are you like this..."

Holding the notebook in his arms, he looked at the man on the screen. His face was obviously covered in tears, but he couldn't help but raise the corners of his lips.

After a few minutes, Song Ran fell into a state of bliss and dizziness.He took off the pajama pants that were splashed with milk tea, sat on the sofa with his two big white legs bare, with a pillow in his arms, and stared at the live broadcast obsessively.Words with unknown meanings became cute, thump, thump, like jumping peach hearts.

Come and see, this man standing on the stage, he is calm and elegant, attracting thousands of focused eyes outside the camera.

You all go away, he belongs to me alone, no one should think about it.

Songran opened her mouth and bit the corner of the pillow, her heart was full of sweetness.

In the past fifteen days, he had only seen He Zhiyuan's gentle, mature, and flirtatious side in his life. Now that he saw his working state with his own eyes, he realized that this man had an extremely dazzling other side - a purely technical background, a control Field ability is not inferior to Carl, who was born in business.He speaks freely and has sharp eyes. The long screen behind him matches his rhythm and switches one by one without any mistakes. It is as smooth as rehearsing more than a hundred times.

Serious men are sexier than ever.

When Song Ran thought of such a man who put on his nightgown after taking a bath in the middle of the night, exposed his chest, and called him "baby" in a sticky and erotic voice, his heart felt like a bone-like palm, and his waist Weakness, shortness of breath, and numb bones.

Enough is enough, it will kill people.

badass.

Song Ran scolded He Zhiyuan in the picture, his tone was like a shy little daughter-in-law.

But at this moment, he didn't know that the real blockbuster that could kill him was yet to come.

When the process of introducing Q7 was halfway through, He Zhiyuan didn't know what to say, and the lighting began to dim step by step, and then completely extinguished, and darkness enveloped the entire theater.Three seconds later, with several bright lights in the sky shooting in all directions, a living room filled with sunlight suddenly landed in the theater.

Floating leaves and green plants, animal mugs, painted cards, minimalist line interiors, Mondrian’s lattice paintings...

With the huge ring wall of the amphitheater as the curtain, the living room of 8012B was perfectly and shockingly presented in front of 360 spectators through [-]-degree panoramic projection.

Meow.

Somewhere, a sweet meow sounded first.

A big cat with beautiful fur took small steps, briskly passed the "restaurant" of the main stage, walked along the wall of the theater to the "balcony" behind, found a place with the best sunshine, and lay down comfortably sleep.

It looks naive and cute, causing a small commotion in the audience.

Then, Songran saw himself.

He was dressed at home that day, a washed and faded cotton T-shirt, a pair of old pajama pants that covered the insteps—the one that had just been splashed with half a cup of milk tea, his hairstyle was a bit messy, but by coincidence, it looked like he had just blown it , the image is actually quite photogenic.He took a bottle of cleaning spray and a rag to the wine cabinet, squatted down, and began to wipe the glass door meticulously.

Then, he saw Boo Boo, who was wearing little yellow duck pajamas, come in, stooped, approached him silently, threw himself on his neck from behind, and kissed him affectionately.

He turned around and grabbed Boo Boo, lifting him up high.

The children laughed while struggling, and the blurred sunlight gave them a halo outline.

Screen switching.

He sat at the table cutting paper with Bubu, Bobu lowered his head, his movements were a little clumsy, but his expression was very serious.After cutting a picture of the bunny, he excitedly raised it to the camera and asked, "Dad, is the bunny cute?"

A line of English subtitles appeared below: Daddy, ismybunnycute?

The screen switches again.

At eleven o'clock that day, Boob fell asleep on the sofa.Bu DouDou jumped onto the armrest of the sofa, lowered his head, and touched his forehead with the tip of his wet nose.Then it walked to Boubo and lay down on its stomach, with its head buried in the socket of its shoulder, obediently accompanying him to rest.Song Ran brought a thin quilt from the bedroom, bent down, and covered Boo Boo.

The video has been edited and is generally not long. The scenes of them cleaning in 8012B that day flashed one after another.

The audience watched it seriously, and He Zhiyuan on stage took it even more seriously.

In the last scene of the video, Boob hugs the cat, Songran hugs Bobu, and the two squat in front of Xiao Q and say to the camera: "The house is finished cleaning, when are you going home?"

The voice fell, and the scene froze.Except for their smiling faces on the main stage screen, the ring projections disappeared and the theater was re-lit.

Song Ran looked at the smiling self, still a little dazed.

It feels like... like you admire a singer, but because you are too poor to buy tickets to his concert, you can only sadly watch the live broadcast at home, watching and watching, and suddenly find yourself appearing as a special guest on the VCR up.

Still the kind of big coffee who is qualified to wear no makeup.

Omg.

When Songran realized how mysterious this matter was, he was so surprised that he couldn't even close his mouth.

The video had finished, and He Zhiyuan on the stage did not move.The camera moved forward and gave him a close-up: he looked up at the two people who were frozen on the screen, his dark brown eyes were full of emotion.

"Honey, I'm going home tomorrow."

He said so.

Using the simplest vocabulary, enunciating clearly and speaking slowly, even Songran can understand - in fact, Songran is almost convinced that He Zhiyuan said this sentence specifically for him.

Song Ran understood the literal meaning, and the audience in the audience heard the implication.

There were a few more discussions in the originally quiet atmosphere, which were relatively trivial at first, but after everyone understood it, it inevitably became noisy.

Someone yelled something from the air, He Zhiyuan smiled and replied: "Yes, I don't deny it."

After a few seconds of silence, there was a burst of warm applause, mixed with loud cheers and whistles.

He Zhiyuan was able to distinguish between priorities and didn't stay too long on this little episode.He stood there smiling, waiting for the applause to die down before moving on to the next topic, bringing the speech back on track.

The press conference was still going on, Song Ran looked at the calm Mr. He on the screen, hugged the pillow tightly, and bit his lip hard.

He didn't understand it, but he understood it in his heart.

He knew what question the man had asked Mr. He—it was not difficult to guess at all.

But why would you admit it?why?

Stupid or not.

We've only known each other for fifteen days, and we haven't even met face to face. With such a long time in the future, you still have a chance to meet someone more suitable.You let so many people see me, and you choose to make it public on such an important occasion, you can never break up with me again.

Mr. He, from now on, you will be stamped by me, and you can only be Mr. He who belongs to me alone.