Don’t Covet the Beautiful System!!

Xiao Jianping didn't have time to pay attention to the complicated gaze cast by his son on the opposite side of the field, and his mind was full of the voice that was about to be engraved into his soul more than an hour ago.

He was very sure that he didn't hear it wrong this time. The group of children clearly lowered their heads before talking to a smart product. He remembered that it should be black.

Is it a mobile phone? Or a watch?

Just at this time, the junior student on the bench who helped keep Xiaomei before the game excitedly handed back the black watch to Pei Qingyuan who had already left the field.

After all, he is a member of the basketball team and usually participates in evening training. He knows that Pei Qingyuan treasures this smart watch named Xiaomei.

"Senior, here it is!" He carefully wrapped the watch in a tissue and handed it over, so as not to get dirty by himself. "This game is so exciting, senior!"

Xiao Jianping's eyes lit up instantly, and his eyes were completely glued to this very high-end watch: "Yes, yes, yes, this is what I remember! Classmate, can I have a look?"

With the help of his junior who didn't know the truth, Pei Qingyuan's expression froze instantly.

He originally wanted to pretend that he didn't know to fool the past.

Ji Tong lowered his head even further. He instantly looked back at the video data during the game, and found that Xiao Jianping, who was sitting in the auditorium at that time, had a pensive expression the whole time, and occasionally shook his head in self-denial. The seriousness was not at all serious. It's like watching a high school basketball game, almost like thinking about a world-class math problem that hasn't been solved so far.

What does this middle-aged man who looks very scholarly look do?

...he won't be captured, will he?

Probably realizing that his request was a bit abrupt, Xiao Jianping showed a hint of embarrassment and apology, and then frantically took out a few business cards from his pocket.

"I'm a university teacher, specializing in artificial intelligence." Xiao Jianping hurriedly explained, "The AI ​​built into your watch is very advanced, and it should exceed the current level of AI on the market. I'm really curious, which one is this?" The product of the laboratory? Can you tell me?"

Pei Qingyuan took the business card, with Xiao Jianping's name and his contact information printed in the middle, and the title below looked very simple, Professor of the School of Artificial Intelligence of Jiangyuan University.

After Ji Tong quickly searched the relevant data of this name on the Internet, he was surprised: "Ruan Ruan, he is very good in this field."

Jiangyuan University is one of the top universities in the country. The main campus is located in this city. Xiao Jianping is the youngest teacher in the history of Jiangyuan University when he became a professor. Teaching at the school, a standard genius resume.

In addition to various breakthroughs in scientific research, Ji Tong especially noticed a report about him. Xiao Jianping met a disabled lover when he was working on an interdisciplinary subject between artificial intelligence and medicine, and since then he has devoted himself more attentively to In the research work, I want to create a simulated intelligent assistant for this special group of people that can really go deep into their lives and provide various kinds of help.

Ji Tong couldn't help but think of the scene that was played back just now. Although Xiao Jianping was thinking about something completely unrelated to basketball, the camera in his hand was very steady, facing the basketball court accurately, without moving at all.

It was a video I wanted to take back to show my wife, and there was a picture of my son struggling on the court.

Ji Tong was startled, and briefly summarized the information obtained from the search to the host, and couldn't help but conclude: "He should be a good person."

A very pure genius with only academic research and family in mind.

So after a short silence, Pei Qingyuan replied in a low voice: "Sorry, I don't know too well, this is a gift from a friend."

With Ji Tong's level of intelligence, it will definitely cause a sensation in this field. It is impossible for Pei Qingyuan to show Xiaomei to them for research, but he also does not want to disappoint the enthusiastic university professor in front of him.

He tried to tactfully lower the other party's expectations: "You may have heard wrong before, my watch is not that smart, it only has some very common functions."

At this moment, Fu Chengze and the others beside him finally came to their senses.

They had just circulated Xiao Jianping's business cards, and when they heard Pei Qingyuan say that, they were suddenly unhappy.

"Xiaomei is not ordinary, he has a smart tracking function!" Fu Chengze, who was unwilling to buy an agent watch, remembered Ji Tong's nonsense clearly, "The full name is the smart locking and tracking function for dynamic faces, especially Powerful, able to predict danger."

The teammates around him immediately nodded in agreement: "Yes, Xiaomei said it herself, and introduced a long list! It sounds like the kind of equipment in a sci-fi movie, right, Xiaomei?"

Pei Qingyuan: ...

Ji Tong: ...

This group of friends is really great! Can! Depend on!

In front of a famous university professor who specializes in artificial intelligence, the members of the No. 2 Middle School basketball team couldn't help but feel a sense of responsibility to interview for their own children. They scrambled to show Xiaomei's strengths to each other, and also tried to get Xiaomei's approval.

But Xiaomei, who lost her soul, didn't respond, she was just an electronic watch that was useless except for being handsome.

Seeing Xiao Jianping's eyes widen, Pei Qingyuan immediately prevaricated with the reason Ji Tong taught him: "No, actually there are no such functions, it's just a joke."

"Your artificial intelligence can make jokes? And is it such an advanced joke?" Xiao Jianping was even more shocked, his eyes almost wanted to stare a hole in the handsome black watch in Pei Qingyuan's hand, "Has its intelligence reached this level?" ?”

...Pei Qingyuan decided not to speak.

He didn't know what to say.

Looking at the complex silence of the high school student in front of him, Xiao Jianping thought for a while, and then he had a flash of inspiration and said, "Student, this AI... no, Xiaomei, did you design it?"

He really couldn't imagine how someone could create such a breakthrough artificial intelligence and not publish it, but privately gave the finished product to a friend.

The only reasonable explanation is that the friend Pei Qingyuan mentioned is himself.

Xiao Jianping himself is a genius who often breaks ordinary people's cognition, and never sticks to external conditions such as age and education, so he dares to guess at this moment.

The colleague who hurried over just heard this sentence, and patted his forehead painfully.

"Old Xiao! What are you messing around with..."

While pulling his old friend to his side, he smoothed things over with a smile: "I'm sorry, my colleague is a bit stupid, he must have made a mistake somewhere, don't worry about it."

As he said that, he reminded Xiao Jianping in a low voice: "This is your son's home court, what are you doing? Many parents in the school know you, and they are all looking at you now!"

After hesitating for a long time, Xiao Xinchen dragged his speechless teammate into the opponent's territory, stretched out his hand and tugged at the corner of Xiao Jianping's clothes, and said tentatively, "Dad? I'm here."

Under the double pressure of his son and colleagues, Xiao Jianping couldn't ask any more questions.

He was dragged away by his colleagues with regret on his face, and he still turned his head and said loudly to Pei Qingyuan: "Student, if you want to talk to someone about Xiaomei, or if there is anything I can help, please contact me! "

"Xiaomei? What a mess, Lao Xiao, do you know that you are like a big liar trying to kidnap high school students..."

"Dad, tell the truth, did you admit the wrong person just now?"

The noisy voice gradually faded away, Pei Qingyuan and Ji Tong looked at each other, they both breathed a sigh of relief, and silently reached a consensus: this matter needs to be discussed in the long run.

In the afternoon, the No. 2 Middle School returned to their home game. This time, the opponent was in better condition than the No. 1 Middle School in the morning. However, after a tough fight, the No. 2 Middle School still won. It is currently ranked first in the group and has a great hope of qualifying.

From the entire basketball team to the school leaders of No. 2 Middle School, they all firmly believe that No. 2 Middle School will get a good result in this city-level basketball league. In order to reward today's heroes, there is no need for training tonight. Coach Xu asked everyone to leave school early Go home and rest.

In the evening when the autumn leaves were flying, Pei Qingyuan rode his bicycle towards home, and the wheels ran over the golden fallen leaves all over the ground. Ji Tong, who was still wearing the No. There was a solemn look on the fleshy little round face, as if he was thinking about something.

He didn't dare to become Xiaomei for the time being.

What if Xiao Jianping, who was full of sincerity, made a special trip to squat outside the No. 2 Middle School.

When Xiao Jianping was mentioned, Ji Tong remembered the information he had found earlier.

He established his future aspirations since middle school, and it has not changed in the next thirty years. He has always moved towards one goal, unswervingly determined, and is so pure that he is almost foolish.

But he is obviously happy, Ji Tong thought.

What plans does the host have for the future?

He never asked Pei Qingyuan this question.

Although there are main tasks and a counterattack future that seems to have been decided, Ji Tong still doesn't know what Pei Qingyuan likes and what kind of adult he wants to be.

Thinking of this, he tugged at Pei Qingyuan's clothes, and asked curiously: "Ruan Ruan, what major do you want to study in the future?"

The host is already in his third year of high school, and he will go to college in less than a year. It is time to think about this important decision related to his future life.

His question flowed in the wind together with the hem of the boy's blown clothes.

Hearing the childish voice behind him, Pei Qingyuan was silent for a long time before responding, "I'll think about it."

In fact, I don't know.

He was smart since he was a child, and he learned everything quickly, so he learned a lot—some were Ye Lanting's request, and some were his own attempts.

He is willing to learn anything, and almost never finds it too difficult. In the vast and extensive knowledge, on the contrary, he does not have the kind of belief in a certain field.

The only persistent thing seems to be wanting a real home, which has been realized now.

Ji Tong said that he helped him change his destiny. His life is indeed getting better and better, but what about the more specific life?

Like Xiao Jianping, what kind of career will he fight for in the future?

In a faint confusion, the bicycle drove past the corner until he heard the voice of the shop owner He Shiwen standing at the door of Xingyue Bakery on the phone.

"Xiao Pei!" He Shiwen stopped him enthusiastically after finishing the call, "After school? How was the game today? Did you win?"

He stopped following the sound, and Ji Tong poked his head out behind him, and said triumphantly, "I won by a big score!"

"Tong Tong is here too!" He Shiwen stretched out his hand to pinch his face, and noticed that Pei Qingyuan seemed to be distracted, "What's wrong? Are you unhappy?"

Ji Tong shook his head, and replied for the host: "No, my brother is thinking about what major to study in the future."

"Ah, it's the third year of high school, it's time to think about this." He Shiwen immediately became serious, and thought for a moment, "Xiao Pei's grades are so good, he should be able to choose most of the majors at will."

Ji Tong asked him casually: "What did Uncle He study in college?"

"Food science." He Shiwen said with a smile, "I originally wanted to learn cooking directly, but my dad refused to let it sound bad, so I learned this. I thought that food and cooking sound similar, but the result is actually different."

I didn't expect He Shiwen to be so persistent in cooking.

Ji Tong asked him again: "Did Uncle He like cooking since he was a child?"

"That's right." He Shiwen had a look of emotion on his face, "My parents are both very good at crafts, and they opened a small restaurant. I have seen those customers come to eat in the restaurant every day since I was a child. , I gradually forgot those unpleasant things, my face when I went out was much better than when I entered the door, I was doing my homework next to them, and I kept staring at them. At that time, I thought my parents were the most powerful people in the world. "

When he said this, he tried to organize his language, and said to Pei Qingyuan in a serious tone: "You have to choose what you like... It's not right, you may not be able to find what you like, then you choose what is very good for you Important things that cannot be missed as long as we live.”

It is very important to him, an indispensable thing in life.

Pei Qingyuan tightened his grip on the handlebar. He looked back subconsciously and saw the kid in the back seat who was wearing a ball uniform sweetly praising He Shiwen.

"Uncle He cooks delicious food and bread, and now he is the most powerful person in the world."

He Shiwen was immediately coaxed into joy, turned around and went to the store to get him freshly baked dim sum.

The rainbow fart scheme passes.

Ji Tong happily hummed a cheerful tune, noticed the host's gaze, and explained very consciously: "This is the BGM used in the database to express happiness."

Then he saw Pei Qingyuan nodded slightly and looked away.

Will his system one day be freed from rigid constraints?

No more databases, but think and act like a real human.

Is that what Xiao Jianping is fighting for?

After bidding farewell to He Shiwen, Pei Qingyuan drove a car full of fragrance home.

There was a cool wind in front of him, and the smell of bread was getting stronger and stronger from behind him. He didn't need to turn his head to guess that Ji Tong must be eating it secretly.

"Remember to grab my clothes." He urged, "Don't fall."

So Pei Qingyuan heard an inarticulate "Hello", and soon there was a slight pulling force from the clothes behind him.

He imagined the scene of Ji Tong bowing his head and eating bread intently, and then obediently stretched out a hand to grab the corner of his clothes, and it was suddenly difficult to describe the emotions surging in his heart at this moment.

Ji Tong's eyes are always bright when eating, and he is more absorbed in eating than the guests in the small restaurant in He Shiwen's memory. Discover strangely shaped clouds in the sky.

The answer that suddenly surfaced in my heart blurted out.

Two figures, one big and one small, quietly sank into the gorgeous dusk.

"I've made up my mind." Pei Qingyuan said softly, "I want to learn artificial intelligence."