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At six o'clock, Bai Ying went to the AI ​​practical technology that was scheduled for the morning this semester.

The big classroom is in the east campus, so you have to ride a bicycle.When he got out of bed to brush his teeth, it seemed that it was not even dawn in the quiet day, and partridges were calling, but his roommate came back with breakfast.

This breakfast was said to be a ten-year-old Houxiaomen Xiaolongbao, which cannot be swiped with a meal card, but Baiying has always liked to eat it, and classmate saa also had blood relapse.

Ever since the two of them became roommates, Shi Yule has always been older than a chicken.

At Q University, this schedule is not typical.

The boss of the two, Zhanshen, is the god of learning who is said to have never had to sleep since he was a child, and he also takes it as his duty to supervise the two's morning exercises all year round.

From the fact that people like them don't go to high school and college with their peers, you can understand that if you want to be an ACM player in China, it is very difficult for you not to study hard since childhood.

Bai Ying used to be like this, but he overslept today, his roommate only thought he was jet-lagged, and didn't wake him up from the girl's curtain.

Wait for saa to run, and silently memorize the 200 words preset in the communicator.With wet hair, he said:

"If the end of get out of class is early, I will make an appointment at the fifth canteen, and I will show up first."

After saying that, the dormitory was empty, and Baiying stood on the balcony, wearing a T-shirt and messy hair.

His sleepy face was pressed against the pillow marks, as if stuck in some undigested dream from last night, and the unpolluted white eyelashes looked even more handsome.

But when Bai Ying saw off Fen Fenyan, who had no class in the morning this semester, he left without saying anything more, and took his textbooks to find the classroom of the second major.

Certain things were suppressed by him again.

When he completed all four years of GPA a year ago, except for the first-class scholarship and various competition income, he had already decided on the same path as saa to go directly to graduate school.

After seven years of hard work, he was finally admitted to Q University. In the future, he will be a player and a career player. No matter what kind of future he has, he doesn't need to take small things seriously.

As for Brother Deng's message, he couldn't say anything back.The reason is that he has a commercial shoot and an interview with ET-OJ in the afternoon.

The word "not to go" implements WH's pull.From the beginning to the end, he never said why he had to take the Q University exam since he was a child.

Because of who they came for in the first place, on the premise that they haven't seen each other in seven years, it doesn't make sense at all.Although, it seemed that his behavior of opening a certain briefcase later was even more abnormal.

But Mrs. Fishing only read a few lines, but was shocked by the first article.

Because in this fanfiction in which the protagonist is a real person, a world view was created for the protagonists who haven’t seen each other in seven years: this is a space opera novel, and there are three races in it. Those who have passed (B), those who have not passed the second level (O), and ACM players (A).In this utopian literature, human rights and anti-human rights coexist, high-tech and feudal ideology are compatible, but everyone pays so much attention to reproduction, and those who have the ability to reproduce have a lower social status.

Moreover, the author even mistyped the words set by the Lord.

However, when a former great emperor who failed to pretend was faced with being abandoned by the central authority of the empire, he still couldn't resist, and was helplessly and seductively given the "first visit" by his newly differentiated junior.

'CKQ' who he didn't know in the text also said:

"I'm an ACM race, I shouldn't be together like this with you, and I can't obey this damn nature, and...you are, just a child, I'm better than you..."

The 'WH' he didn't recognize also replied:

"I'm not a child anymore, don't believe I can 'login' you again. You are now just my exclusive 'access homepage', look, your login 'entry' is still popping up illegal 'pop-up windows', Please come in quickly."

This amazing article caused White Seal to wonder all night whether the author had misunderstood the anatomy of humans, especially men.

But this does not prevent him from watching it like a CP fan with a "little yellow face".

To make matters worse, he still suffered from insomnia for this article alone.

In the dream, the little seal he fantasized about since he was a child wanted to be alone again.

He frowned and buried himself on the pillow, grabbing the corner of the non-existing opponent's clothes with one hand like when he was a child, and dreamed who he was thinking about.

"Master."

At the end of the sentence, the butterfly that had only wandered in Baiying's dream for more than seven years came again.

It's just that, just like the brain's exile of memory, Baiying's database has long lost the archive of that person's face.

Even if, every time he presses the shutter, what he gets is only the blur after the white exposure. In his dream, what he can be caught is only a string of unrequited love codes without a human figure.

It was another night that I couldn't let go of.

When Bai Ying got up early and arrived at the teaching building, sure enough, he was the first again.

Unsurprisingly, he occupied the first row that was usually crowded. He put away the black-rimmed glasses for vision correction, the morning light ball pen and notebook, and everyone in the class came one after another.

No one greeted him specifically, but no one sat without him.

The people in the back row bowed their heads and read their books, and they didn't make any noise. Except that Bai Ying was a little younger, there was no difference.

Everyone was quite cold and polite, and they only focused on themselves, and they were not interested in the pretty face in the first row who never missed class and went to school in a low-key manner.

However, Bai Ying was indeed the only one in the class with a pen and paper.

There are many AI brands on the market, and this is a prestigious school, so everyone often brings their personal system to class.Swiping the virtual screen with one finger of a human can solve it, and no one will hold a pen to waste time, which is too inefficient.

This point was demonstrated when the professor Ma Yuandao also brought AI to class.

When Professor Ma walked up to the podium, he scanned the third graders, went to the academic affairs system to check the assignments, and then said:

"This class will not continue to talk about assembly language. Let's have a Q/A session. Recently, you can ask anything related to society, entertainment, philosophy, or gender. I won't call names. You can ask whatever you want in the system. .”

Bai Ying generally does not participate in this kind of Q/A teacher-student interaction. The academic atmosphere of Q University is one of the best in China. The knowledgeable professor in front of me can put 'sex' in the class, which also shows that this is a tolerance The speed is extremely strong in 2065.

Of course, Bai Ying is not a social fear, he is simply not good at this, so today he just wants to wait to hear the speech of the powerful Q.

But I don’t know if he has always been able to open the door to the new world recently. The contents of several topics discussed in class today are also unexpectedly coincidental. The details are as follows:

Q1: Teacher, what do you think is the biggest difference between the current ACM competition and the field of practical development?

Q2: Old horse, old horse, what do you think of the AI ​​currently used by all big companies is essentially an imitation of the Turing machine model, that is, the computer is 'deceiving' people?Do you think this is the progress of the computer, or the re-screening of users?

Q3: Professor, I see that you are very kind. A friend asked me to ask, if he dreams of the same person every night, what kind of feelings does he have for this person, or... Sex/ desire?

When the last sentence came out, everyone in the classroom laughed.Only Baiying remained tense, her ears flushed red.

Of course he knew it wasn't about him, but he happened to have experienced a similar 'dream', so he couldn't laugh at all.

……

Mr. Jiang couldn't laugh at the moment.

Since 10 minutes ago, his former gay friend and former business partner CKQ has been sitting opposite him eating cakes with a good appetite.

In theory, he came to meet the other party as the emperor who carried the golden axe.

But the cake was too fragrant and the tea was still hot. Mr. Jiang, a tough entrepreneurial guy, was hungry, so he couldn't help exchanging greetings:

"After you became an elite, you started to be late for work."

As a result, this person, who hadn’t seen me for two years, replied: “This is the purpose of my resignation, to become a proletarian who will not be oppressed by people who eat my breakfast.”

Jet Jiang: "..."

Outsiders don't know that Chen Kongqing is this kind of person, but Mr. Jiang knows it all too well.

There is nothing easy to deal with this person's head and feet. He is just like this circle in his bones, arrogant and deep in his heart.

But Mr. Jiang is not a vegetarian either. He climbed up the ladder and said very emotionally,

"Breakfast? How many years have passed in a blink of an eye. When I was a student, everyone went to the cafeteria or the back gate to run errands for each other to buy breakfast. Is the store you often go to still there? How simple and sincere the days were back then. , is desirable."

This wave of feelings, Mr. Jiang is very serious about selling, and his storytelling ability is first-rate.

But Chen Kongqing opened his mouth and asked:

"Then what was my favorite food at the back door?"

President Jiang suddenly stopped talking.

Chen Kongqing thought of a solution for him on the spot:

"You can ask your flamboyant and fancy AI, isn't it being marketed as the best algorithm now, and can understand the inner thoughts of all users."

This is not a compliment.Mr. Jiang paid a lot of attention, and flexibly put his focus on Chen Kongqing's hands.

Those hands are different from the rough men, they are aesthetic and ornamental, but they are not slender fingers, built on the fact that the other party's face is never exposed, and his left knuckles have thin calluses, which are hands for writing with a pen.

Chen Kongqing once said in the past that the function of a pen is to write words on paper, but the key is the person who holds the pen. Handwriting on the touch screen can never replace the feel of the pen. notes.

Jiang Lianjie thought of it, and said:

"I'm sorry, everyone is now focusing on the new story of you and the child fighting in the air. I thought that winning an award is worthy of you. In fact, it's a pity that your configuration didn't catch up with the good times, otherwise you will show yourself The face is not bad, either."

Chen Kongqing refused to accept the offer.

But Jiang Lianjie persevered, and he also transferred out a certain electronic photo sent to him by the advertising department:

"Look, Mr. Chen."

Chen Kongqing raised her eyelids when she heard that:

"Who is this."

Mr. Jiang: "Your junior brother who is eighteen this year, have you even deleted his original image from your backstage?"

Chen Kongqing: "I don't know what his new profile looks like, but his old profile doesn't look like this. This retouched picture just caused me a visual obstacle."

Mr. Jiang: "This is the current aesthetics. However, you knew him when you were still playing ACM. I heard that there was no problem in the relationship at that time, but I have never seen you include him in your social circle."

Chen Kongqing: "He was under 11 at the time, and an [-]-year-old can't even grow acne, which is an invalid social interaction."

Mr. Jiang: "Oh, I understand. It turns out that you just don't like young grass Chen Dadi. I can rest assured that he is the most promising sixth-generation player in China in the evaluation of the industry, and no one knows him earlier than in reality." The former No. [-] in the world is indeed worth five trillion dollars more in terms of commercial value."

Chen Dadi was as immobile as a mountain.

He didn't notice any improvement in Jiang Lianjie's level of eccentricity.For this kind of person, he will be labeled as a person who does not eat breakfast all year round, and his intelligence is unstable.

But the two went around in circles for a long time, and Mr. Jiang also leaned on the topic.

"However, by coincidence, taking advantage of this opportunity, I took the time to read all the SCIs you published in the past two years. Unexpectedly, you have been constantly improving your own theory."

"At the beginning you proposed the model of the anti-Turing machine, and thought that the current AI is imitating the Turing machine, and there are certain risks and disadvantages that cannot be avoided, because this will be the first screening of the user class, and sooner or later it will lead to subjective judgments. accident, but there should be another algorithm in the world."

"...For example, an experimenter can 'pretend' to be an AI first, cooperate with another algorithmist, and deceive the AI ​​with a higher-level language until the AI ​​also believes that this is really his own kind, and people may touch the development of AI The real automation of AI can build algorithms that are more in line with artificial intelligence."

Chen Kongqing: "So?"

Jet Jiang: "Guess what, it may soon come true. Although, the industry has not announced a 'lead' that is about to explode, but not only me, but two sides will also come to you. A gentleman is born with a hidden weapon, Wait for the time to move, you have played this wave of algorithms, you know that the three parties will choose to abandon you, but you are sure that they will come to beg you in the future, you are worthy of it, Chen Kongqing."

Jiang Lianjie continued: "But for the sake of my friends, I just said, don't rush to choose this time, first pay attention to the latest factual news, you will understand what I mean, by the way, I chose a gift. "

Chen Kong Qingguang heard him show off, and a box decorated with mistletoe was also handed to him.

At this time, Mr. Jiang's ai—miss, who was pretending to be a squib, also showed her voice of a lark at the right time:

["Renma, one of the three major fountain pen brands, its cost is equal to that of Lingji and Yinlong. When users who like to hold a pen and write, feel the silver-plated feel of the pen body and the black opal on the pen cap. Your combination of low-key and luxury Personal aesthetics will be fully displayed.”]

This finishing touch is quite dark.

Chen Kongqing did not disclose anything to Jet Jiang.

But before the two sat down, Ning Siyuan sent a private message, saying that two couriers arrived in his drawer around eight o'clock.

Chen Kongqing didn't need to dismantle them, but he guessed that they were two pens with similar demands, but with different brands.

And Mr. Jiang thought that Chen Kongqing would have a flaw, so he took the initiative to question some hidden secrets of the experts, but unfortunately, he guessed wrong again this time.

Chen Kongqing: "Ever since someone started to follow suit and create AI, there is a flaw in his operation method. Do you know what it is?"

President Jiang: "?"

Chen Kongqing: "Seeing other people raise chickens, he also raises chickens, and seeing others raise pigs, he also raises pigs. He obviously has a bad brain, and he insists on getting involved in everything he sees. In the end, other people's chickens and pigs are better than him. Tell me, does this person have any promise?"

President Jiang: "..."

On this day, Jiang always lost face and left.

Ning Siyuan was typing codes at his workstation, thinking what the whole company would have for lunch when the extra people left, but when he looked up, Mr. Jiang was standing there like a monument.

Ning Gong beamed with joy:

"You're leaving?"

President Jiang pointed somewhere:

"Hey, I've already said that I'm very busy. He forced me to chat all morning, and even asked me to stay for lunch. After all these years, it seems that I still recognize my personal ability so much."

Then, he changed the subject:

"However, I heard that your salary is not high, and life is not easy now. What future does this company have?"

Ning Siyuan grinned:

"The future is, his name is Chen Kongqing."

Mr. Jiang stopped talking.

Ning Siyuan thought he had realized it, and this time he really had to leave.

But Mr. Jiang, who had just been sprayed, agreed with him, nodded and smiled and said,

"That's right, this is the only future for this company. Your thinking and layout are destined to bring great blessings to you in the future."

Ning Gong: "..."

……

On the other side, Bai Ying was in the studio, changing into a set of shooting clothes according to the requirements of the sponsor.

The previous work was progressing fairly well.

But he was still late after class, so he had to come here first to take a photo of an exotic costume from an unannounced online game, as well as a snapshot of his makeup state requested by Mr. Jiang.

Bai Ying was eating his box lunch, and he was puzzled with a face that he thought was weird, but he didn't care.

The heat of a certain internet incident hadn't faded, and they were busy around WH for a long time, and the staff also started eating melons.

A certain CP group: Hey, I'm consummated, I saw a little seal, I'm more convincing than photos!The temper is also super good!You guess!What is he doing here today!

The whole group:! ! !

At this time, an assistant sister shouted at the scene:

"Bai Ying, have you finished changing your clothes yet? The next set is the theme of AI Boyfriend Butler, which will promote you as the male body of Miss. Remember to wear iris glasses, because we will collect all your data in the simulator , then as long as you turn on imaging once, it will also be connected with your brain data."

Bai Ying: "Well, I'll be ready soon, sorry for the long wait."

You can wait for everyone present to enter the next group.

When everyone saw a black-haired 'ai' come out, everyone was so amazed by the reality that they wowed.

"Wow! Baiying... You really don't look like a human being like this. Isn't this the real-life version of the 'Turing Machine'? Even after seeing the AI, I'm afraid you have to believe it, you are also man-made—"

The author has something to say:

①The concept of anti-Turing machine in this article, once again emphasized that it is not science fiction, not popular science, but just a fantasy~

The current situation of the two of them is that they can't find the senior brother, and the other is that they can't charge the Internet, so they are really unfamiliar with each other's current faces hahaha

But everyone will soon know what's going on in the copywriting section hahahahaha~ My ai butler boyfriend is coming soon~ After all, the 'privacy' that no one knows about the senior brother, the seal ai knows hahaha

Hehe ~

By the way, do you feel the handsomeness of emperor penguins and the cuteness of seals!The countdown to their meeting hahahahaha, this chapter is for Mr. Jiang, he is a comedian not a villain hahahahaha, please leave your name of love for the lamb who wrote four thousand and seven in this chapter!I love you all! !