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Chapter 126: password (9)

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The next thing is very logical, they went to have a hot pot to celebrate, and then went home together - the only thing that happened was that Lin Xun forgot to take off his collar.

On the way back, the framework asked: "Algorithm, you seem a little unhappy today."

Lin Xun shrugged: "The final selection will be made in two days."

"It's not false." Wang An An said: "Our algorithm, hangs the audience."

"That's what I said." Lin Xun said, "But we can't be considered very powerful."

He was not there in the second half of the pre-selection, but was held by Dongjun in the car to watch the live broadcast. There is no doubt about the results, the final score was announced, out of 100, Luo ranked first with a total score of 95.7, and entered the final selection.

The 4.3 points deducted may be because some judges have doubts about its application scope - this kind of thing is not without precedent. One of the most well-known examples is AlphaGo more than a decade ago, which defeated a genius chess player, proving that artificial intelligence does have computing power that surpasses that of humans through learning and training. But then that team lost a lot of money because the AI was trained so high that no matter how smart it was, it would always only play chess. It is a product with more meaning than value, and many artificial intelligence products represented by it are.

But Lo is still very useful.

At least when Lin Xun wants to get off Dongjun's car, it will actively remind him that it is raining outside.

"It's not great, do you still want to go to heaven?" Wang An said.

"Look, we have been doing it for three years. But in the end, the opponent we will meet will not be less energy than us."

"Six years." The framework said: "Actually, the university has begun to plan."

"Yes, but we still have to face the airborne team." Lin Xun said: "Galaxy, Eagle will bring their most promising products to the expo to warm up this year. Eagle has also made strong artificial intelligence this year. Ten people."

"So what?" Wang An An said: "It's only two days, our product has been finalized, and we can't improve it any more. We'll just play in these two days. Maybe, algorithm, we'll make you look better these days. , will score a little higher.”

Lin Xun: "..."

He refused to continue the conversation with Wang An'an, leaned against the framework, and brushed MO with him. The full name of MO is MathOverflo. For example, when Lin Xun was eleven years old, the question he saw when he first landed here has still not been answered.

When it comes to mathematics, no one does not feel small. The mathematician is there, always there, looking down at all beings and telling people: There are indeed laws in the world that human beings have exhausted all their intelligence and cannot touch in their entire lives. So brushing MO was something that calmed Lin Xun's mind—compared to math problems, real problems were hardly worth mentioning, and he shouldn't be bothered by those things.

So he maintained the false calm obtained by brushing MO to continue his life, and spent a dull evening, sitting on the sofa and playing with his cat.

Architecture handed him a glass of cold milk. Lin Xun took it and put it to his lips.

He breathed a little, raised his glass, raised his head, and took a small sip.

The next moment, nausea came over him, his hands were shaking, milk was spilled all over the table - then he choked and coughed violently.

The structure patted him on the back: "What the hell happened to you today."

Lin Xun took a deep breath, but the false calm could not be maintained. When people are nervous, they really can't eat anything.

He said nothing, and then said, "I went to bed early today."

The framework looked at him, and there was some worry in the blue eyes: "Then you have a good rest."

Lin Xun gave a "hmm", walked to the coffee table in the living room, and opened a drawer below, this drawer was where they usually put their medicines.

The programmer’s line of work is sometimes reversed day and night, and the quality of sleep is often poor after the biological clock is disrupted, so they always stock a lot of over-the-counter drugs for sleep aids, from melatonin to oryzanol and even chlorpheniramine, each suitable for different situations.

He took a bottle at random, took the double dose, shut the pointer out of the room, turned off the lights, and went to sleep.

The pointer scratched the door a few times, and meowed a few times again, but it didn't work, and there was no sound.

Lin Xun looked at the ceiling, and he didn't even know what he was thinking. After a while, the effect of the drug kicked in, and the world in front of him became groggy and dark.

Lin Xun didn't like to dream, and he didn't like it since he was a child.

He does not enjoy dreaming of all kinds like those who are emotionally or imaginatively, on the contrary, he finds dreams to be chaotic and illogical. During the day, his logic rules his cognition, but whenever he closes his eyes, everything is no longer in control, just as the moment he loses consciousness he doesn't know what he's going to dream about the next.

The starry sky, the endless starry sky. Countless shimmering lights flickered overhead, and the distant sky vaguely outlined a dazzling Milky Way. Only in summer can there be such a night sky. The crickets chirping in my ears and the cool wind all around my body confirmed this. It was a fine summer night.

So where is this

Lin Xun looked around in a daze, he seemed to be on a roof, he looked down, and his line of sight happened to see an open window. When his sight touched there, his thoughts became more chaotic and blurred, as if he was looking down at the whole room.

This is a beautifully furnished place, with a very soft bed in the center of the room, and the white sheets and duvet cover are spotless. There will be mosquitoes at night in summer, so this bed is also hung with a snow-white mosquito net. The corner of the mosquito net is in the wind and shakes gently under the moonlight, like yarn or flowing mist.

This was not an environment that Lin Xun was familiar with. He looked aside and saw a floor-to-ceiling bookcase on one wall. The bookcase was filled with books with obscure names, most of which were related to literature, sculpture and painting. On the other side, on the far right of the wall opposite the bed, is a dressing table - the dressing mirror and dressing chair are all clean, and in front of the dressing table are beautiful combs and bottles and jars, and hair tie Rings, brooches, necklaces and other jewelry - a woman's room.

Suddenly a voice sounded in his ear.

"This year is the ninth year."

A nice sound.

Suddenly, an indescribable electric current spread throughout his body, as if all the blood flowing in his body turned into cold water for a moment. Lin Xun was agitated and remembered everything clearly—that collar, when the collar sent a signal, it meant that you were now in a stable and continuous dream. And his cognition and thinking also returned to clarity in an instant, which was almost the same as when he was awake during the day.

He realized that he was sitting on the roof of a small building, and the surrounding scene was very familiar. It was the small building where he lived with his grandfather and Lin Ting when he was a child. And the window opposite... He was strangely unimpressed.

The character in the dream seems to be himself. He has a wonderful feeling that he can control this person freely as soon as he exerts force, but he did not do it and let himself in the dream move freely.

So he turned his head to look beside him - there was still a person sitting beside him.

A fourteen-fifteen-year-old boy with long black, soft and beautiful hair, as if he had just washed it, because Lin Xun smelled the nice lemon scent, and it was his favorite bottle of shampoo before, but he was in high school. After that, the shampoo was discontinued. Lin Xun continued to observe, this person was wearing a very loose white T-shirt, which made him look very thin, thin, soft and well-behaved.

But when he saw the man's features—

Delicate facial features, at first glance will make people think that they are girls, but the next second will not be, because there is a vague sharpness in the delicate, like a cat hidden in the grass, although it is very lazy now , but has sharp teeth and claws.

Looking at such facial features, Lin Xun was able to describe exactly what he looked like ten years later, because he recognized that this person was undoubtedly Dongjun.

But his inner activity did not affect his own movements in the dream.

In the dream, Lin Xun was talking to his beautiful friend who was fourteen or fifteen years old next to him, and his tone was light: "Then we have known each other for nine years."

"Well." His friend was still staring at the half-opened window. Under the moonlight, the snow-white room looked like a quiet mourning hall.

Lin Xun asked, "Are you thinking of her?"

He shook his head: "No."

Lin Xun: "Although I haven't met my mother, I still think of her sometimes, and I feel very sad when I was a child."

The tone of the person beside him was calm, like a person without emotion: "I have never been sad because of her."

"But you never mentioned her to me. I thought you didn't want to talk about her." Lin Xun held her cheek: "So I didn't dare to ask you how she died... They didn't tell me."

"She committed suicide." The people around her replied, "She asked me to practice the piano that day, and then called my father, saying that she missed him and told him to go home sooner. Then, when my father came home, she was already died."

Lin Xun: "Why did you commit suicide?"

The man withdrew his gaze from the room and turned to look up at the starry sky. His silhouette was very silent in the night: "Because my father can't leave her, she is not allowed to go out. Or because of me, he feels that my mother is separated from her. Give me some love, so she is not allowed to touch me."

Lin Xun leaned closer to him and leaned against him. He felt that the two of them were like two small animals together.

But there is one thing that makes him very unhappy.

"Why do you keep looking at the stars?" He said in a nasal tone, like a spoiled child, "I've been looking at you for a long time."

Dongjun looked back at him with a very gentle and playful smile in his eyes. He responded to his words with a coquettish tone: "If I kept looking at you, I would also want to lock you up."

Lin Xun was amused by him, he touched his shoulder: "Don't shut me up, I won't want you."

"However," he added, "if you really shut me up, I won't call the police."

Dong Jun looked at him for five seconds with serious eyes, as if he was really thinking about the possibility of locking him up.

"If I never cared about you," he said, "would you never kill yourself and stay with me forever?"

Lin Xun also thought about it seriously for five seconds, and then said, "Of course I will be with you forever."

"Really?" Dong Jun frowned: "She also liked my father before, but the person she liked when she was young may not necessarily like it in the future."

"I don't think so." Lin Xun looked up at the stars: "For example, when I was five or six years old, my grandfather taught me to write code and do math problems. At that time, I felt that I might be with these things for the rest of my life. So analogy Reasoning, friends who I liked when I was five or six years old will not be separated in the future."

Then he turned his head: "But why do you always use your mother and father as a metaphor for me and you tonight? I think it's a little strange."

Dongjun suddenly approached him gently, Lin Xun didn't move, maybe it was out of confusion, maybe it was the visual impact when the beautiful face gradually approached, he remained still until the beautiful friend was on his left cheek He kissed gently, separated like a dragonfly, and then looked at him quietly.

Lin Xun thought for three seconds.

Three seconds later, he leaned in and kissed the man's left cheek.

Dong Jun raised his eyebrows and smiled softly.

Lin Xun suddenly felt that his cheeks were a little hot, but he didn't care, it wasn't a boy or a girl, and there was nothing to be shy about kissing. He pulled Dongjun to lie back and lay side by side on the roof to watch the stars.

Seeing the stars sometimes requires some abstract spatial ability. He can identify many constellations, Lyra in the northeast, Virgo in the southwest, and their positions change forever with the time of the year, but the position of the North Star never changes.

When he stared at the shining North Star, the whole world suddenly became lighter, as if it was floating. Lin Xun saw that everything in the distance was blurring, and the breathing of the people around him gradually became lighter, which seemed to be a sign that the dream was about to end.

He did not control himself in the dream from beginning to end, probably because he felt that the time of young people should not be disturbed. But at the moment when he was about to wake up, he sank into the body of fourteen-year-old Lin Xun, looked at Dongjun, and asked him, "Are you really going to lock me up?"

Dongjun turned his head to look at him, and there seemed to be a strange look in his eyes, as if he didn't expect him to ask such a question. Immediately, he smiled, clear and soft like a firefly in a summer night.

"Although I'm a bit like him," he said, "you just go where you want to go."

Lin Xun looked at him for a long time, and then watched all the firefly fragments in front of him, which were turned into stars, blown up by the evening wind, and fluttered to the ground, and the world in front of him returned to black peace.

He sat up in bed, it was four in the morning.

Maybe it was the dead of night, or maybe it was just waking up from a big dream, he is very calm now, without the tension and anxiety before he fell asleep.

He took out his phone and slowly entered a string of numbers.

Dongjun tore off the paper.

However, it's nothing, it doesn't matter if you tear it up.

He never needed to pay attention to memorize things he had seen—especially numbers, which he remembered at a glance.

He sent a text message.

"let's talk?"