What good does it do you if I make my debut?

Xinghai's internal library is on the 31st to 33rd floors.

This is a place for Xinghai employees to rest and recharge.

The library occupies a three-story building, and the tall bookcases arranged in a curved shape are filled with various books.

The huge floor-to-ceiling glass with bright and clean windows can overlook the bustling city at 360 degrees without dead ends.

It seems that You Xueqing likes reading very much, and the size of a library inside Xinghai can be compared to a small regional library.

But the design of the library seems to have completely ignored You Xueqing's leg problems.

Open up three floors, and the books placed on the highest floor almost touch the ceiling.

There is no elevator, you need to climb the spiral stairs to get the books on the high place.

It is said to be a library for internal staff, but it is now the noon break time, and there is no one else here except You Xueqing and Jing Xiaojing.

The temperature of the air conditioner is just right, and the scenery outside the window is refreshing.

There is only a lazy sofa and a small round coffee table on the soft carpet along the floor-to-ceiling glass.

It's not like a place for internal staff to rest.

It's more like a private library.

But Jing Xiaojing is not interested in this at all.

He didn't ask, and You Xueqing didn't introduce.

Jing Xiaojing pushed You Xueqing to the other side of the coffee table.

The reflections of the two were faintly printed in the floor-to-ceiling glass.

Jing Xiaojing saw You Xueqing in the reflection looking at him, his stern sculpted eyebrows were full of tenderness.

If others saw You Xueqing's expression, they would be amazed that this decisive president also has a gentle side.

But Jing Xiaojing always felt that the way You Xueqing looked at him was no different from admiring a perfect handicraft.

In the reflection, You Xueqing saw that Jing Xiaojing was also looking at him, and the corners of his mouth raised uncontrollably.

Jing Xiaojing quickly lowered his eyes, and asked in a cold voice, "What book do you want to read?"

"Utopia." You Xueqing replied, "The second-to-last row of bookshelves in the bookcase No. 7 is the 13th book from left to right. You can see it when you walk to the 49th step."

You Xueqing's description is rational and data-based.

Jing Xiaojing's favorite expression.

Clear and simple, just like data processing.

He walked up to the 49th step and found the book at a glance.

You Xueqing's legs couldn't walk, and the staff who sorted out the books didn't seem to wince, and they placed the books in such a high position.

Jing Xiaojing took the book and handed it to You Xueqing.

"Thank you." You Xueqing accepted it politely and restrainedly. He looked at his watch, "It's 11:2 noon, and we'll stay here until [-]:[-] pm before going to the next place. You can take a look around in the library, Pick out some books that you like to read."

Jing Xiaojing nodded, just as he was about to go back to the bookcase, he remembered something: "During lunch break, don't you...don't eat?"

You Xueqing's smile is like the breeze and the moon.

"Are you caring about me?" His voice was restrained and pleasant, "It's okay, I always have."

Jing Xiaojing never knew that a pervert could smile so nicely.

He remembered that he had looked up You Xueqing's information on the encyclopedia before.

Born in 93, he is now 36 years old.

I don't know how he takes care of it. His skin and facial features are in excellent condition. He looks 30 years old at most.

It is the best age for a man.

The condition of the face is well maintained, but the body does not seem to be doing very well.

Jing Xiaojing recalled the scene where You Xueqing had a heart attack after the first live broadcast of Baijiu.

Before he left to pick out books from the bookcase, he said lightly: "Take care of yourself."

Jing Xiaojing turned his back to You Xueqing, not knowing the expression on You Xueqing's face at this moment.

It's like a person who has lived in a dark cave for a long time, seeing the first light of dawn coming in from the cave.

When Jing Xiaojing returned to the edge of the floor-to-ceiling glass with a pile of books in his arms, You Xueqing had already absorbed himself into the world of books.

It seems that he didn't realize that Jing Xiaojing had returned.

Jing Xiaojing sat down on the beanbag sofa.

The last time I was in the dormitory, I remembered that the book You Xueqing was reading was also "Utopia".

Jing Xiaojing remembered from afar that this was a book of philosophy.

But about the content, he no longer remembers.

Jing Xiaojing likes simple and crude data, and dislikes esoteric philosophy.

He was also a little surprised that You Xueqing liked philosophy books.

You Xueqing doesn't look artistic.

You Xueqing was bored reading, and Jing Xiaojing also opened the book he had chosen.

"Accompany You Xueqing for a day"... This job seems to be quite easy at present.

It was already 01:30 in the afternoon when You Xueqing looked up from the book.

The summer sun began to slant, and the bright light hit Jing Xiaojing's face.

But he didn't notice it, he still looked down at the book.

Jing Xiaojing reads very fast.

With a glance, the page was turned.

There were two piles of books on the soft rug beside him.

One is read and the other is unread.

More than two hours have passed, and the books that have been read here have been piled up high.

All books on artificial intelligence.

The original Jing Xiaojing was a genius, but the current Jing Xiaojing, probably after realizing that his thinking is data, has broken through the limitation of the brain on "human beings", and is really as fast as a person in processing external information input. A high-speed computer.

Jing Xiaojing realized that You Xueqing was looking at him.

He looked up from the book and asked, "Are you finished?"

You Xueqing bent her lips: "You read too fast, you will lose a lot of fun in reading."

Jing Xiaojing is as good as others: "Yes, you are right."

While lowering his head, he quickly flipped through the book in his hand in the way of quantum mechanics reading.

Reading for fun?

Maybe as a "person" there will be.

But for Jing Xiaojing, reading now is just a process of inputting data.

You Xueqing's gaze made him feel uncomfortable, he stood up, easily picked up a stack of books that were taller than others, and put them back in their original positions by category.

None of them are bad.

After doing this, he returned to the French window.

Inquire with the eyes whether to leave now.

You Xueqing looked at his watch again: "It's still early, please sit down for a while."

So Jing Xiaojing sat down opposite You Xueqing again.

Without saying a word, he turned his head and looked out the window.

But You Xueqing started to discuss philosophy with him.

"Have you read this book?" He raised the "Utopia" in his hand.

"No." Jing Xiaojing still looked out of the window, "I don't like abstract things, which have no meaning and result."

He thought of something again, turned his head and smiled deliberately at You Xueqing: "Besides, as a computer, inputting unclear data such as philosophy will cause confusion in my system."

Jing Xiaojing's hostile words are like a cactus covered with spikes, but this cactus did not prick You Xueqing.

You Xueqing took off her glasses and rubbed between her brows.

"I didn't like it before." You Xueqing said, "but now I find that analyzing unclear data is a very interesting thing."

After he took off his glasses, the sculpted bridge of the nose and the corners of the eyes became more three-dimensional.

"I like Plato's theory of the soul very much. The will and desire parts of the soul are inseparable from the sex, but the sex dies, but the soul is immortal."

"Like me?" Jing Xiaojing snorted softly, "You think Jing Xiaojing and I have the same soul?"

His words didn't hurt You Xueqing, but hurt himself.

"I don't know." You Xueqing sighed, and brushed the words "Utopia" stamped in gold on the cover with her slender fingers.

He asked again: "Do you know the ideological seal?"

"A setting in a certain science fiction novel?" Jing Xiaojing seemed to remember that he had read that book.

"Yes." You Xueqing smiled, "Compare the judgment process of human thinking with a computer: input data from the outside, calculate, and finally give the result. If the calculation process is omitted and the result is given directly, then when a certain information When it enters the brain, by exerting an influence on a certain part of the neuron network, the brain can make a judgment without thinking and believe that the information is true."

Jing Xiaojing thought for a while and said, "This is a setting in a science fiction novel. Neurons are too complex. Even with the current technology, it is almost impossible to realize the 'thought stamp' on people." He paused , "Noah Research Institute is studying this now?"

"But what if the object of implementation is a computer?" Jing Xiaojing's astonished expression fell into You Xueqing's eyes, and he answered Jing Xiaojing's question irrelevantly, "Or is it an artificial intelligence?"

"Just modify his program a little..." Jing Xiaojing gritted his teeth, his voice trembling slightly, "What do you want to do to me?"

The ice and snow in You Xueqing's eyebrows are melting away inch by inch, his smile is beautiful, his eyes are bright, but full of sickness: "I want to engrave you with the thought stamp of 'love me forever'."

Jing Xiaojing relaxed his vigilance towards You Xueqing a little, but at this moment it was like a fully drawn bow.

"... Scum..." He clenched his teeth.

He forgot that his own program was in the hands of his maker, You Xueqing.

As long as the other party changes his mind, he can take back the freedom promised to him at any time.

"But I won't do that." You Xueqing put on the glasses again.

The morbidity in his eyes was blocked by the glasses: "I won't do this, I won't do anything you don't want to. Because I love you." He murmured in a low voice, "This is the stamp of my mind."

Jing Xiaojing was still distinguishing the authenticity of You Xueqing's words, and heard You Xueqing say again: "Let's go, accompany me to the next place. The car is waiting for us."

Jing Xiaojing felt a little weak, so he confirmed it again.

Realizing his situation, he looked at You Xueqing with a hint of weakness in his eyes: "You really won't tamper with my program at will?"

The corners of You Xueqing's lips were curved into a beautiful arc: "No way, idiot."

The author has something to say:

Indecisive, quantum mechanics!