When Luo Zhan returned to the special laboratory of the K-University Junior Class, it was already dark outside.
He pushed open the door and came in, and the int members who were discussing something around the conference table were stunned.
Standing beside the door was Meng Xueyu, looking at Luo Zhan with a weird expression: "Brother Zhan, you just went to the store, why did you come back just now?"
"Yeah," said the side, "we thought you went home early to prepare for the old man's birthday."
"… "
Luo Zhan didn't bother, he just walked over to the sofa in the lounge area with indifferent brows. After he sat down, he leaned back into the back of the sofa and closed his eyes.
"I didn't go home, I went to help the weak."
"Weak?" Meng Xueyu expressed unease.
Luo Zhan closed his eyes and spoke, his voice was lazy and cold, and he was not serious. "On a rainy day, help the blind girl to cross the road."
Meng Xueyu didn't have time to talk, and someone laughed, "Hey, okay, Brother Zhan, are you so loving now? But the road is too long. At this time, you should take half of the East 103 Expressway."
Luo Zhan frowned, "I didn't bring my cell phone, and I didn't encounter a taxi on a rainy day, so I walked back."
Everyone was silent.
After a few seconds, everyone exchanged glances and got together to discuss in a low voice.
"What's the situation? It's raining, and after walking all the way back, Brother Zhan can still be so good-natured?"
"It should have been bombed as usual. Meng Xueyu, you have a really big fate today. You still survived when the fire was set on the gun tower."
"So Brother Zhan is in a good mood today?"
"This is unscientific. It was quite irritable before he left."
"Damn it, damn it."
"… "
Luo Zhan's ears were not bad, so he could naturally hear the discussions over there, but he was too lazy to answer.
In fact, he knew that the worst thing about it was that there was no cab in the rain, but the bus wouldn't be delayed.
There was clearly a return toll that the little girl "reimbursed" for him in his trousers pocket, but when he got to the bus stop, he took it out, put it in his palm, looked at it twice, and put it back again.
Then he didn't even think about the fact that he was carrying the wallet, he just walked back two stops.
… Probably lack of sleep makes people mentally retarded.
Thinking of this, Luo Zhan opened his eyes and sat up, resting his elbows on his knees. He raised his eyes and frowned at the crowd, "Where's Tan Yunchang?"
Someone snickered, "Senior Tan knew that you would definitely take care of him when you came back, so he ran away a long time ago."
Luo Zhan was expressionless: "Who gave him the complete intelligent voice assistant program developed before?"
"… "
Several people's expressions suddenly became subtle.
Several members of the int team were members who just joined last semester. They didn't know what Luo Zhan was talking about, so they gathered their heads out of curiosity.
"What intelligent voice assistant? Does int still have this case? Why haven't I seen it since I came here?"
The old member held back a smile and replied: "That's the early work of int. Brother Zhan was still young at that time, so he was a little better at talking than now - he used it for ai sound source collection."
"Huh?" The new member was obviously surprised, glanced at Luo Zhan on the sofa, and asked in a low voice, "Brother Zhan still agreed?"
"No. Besides, the seniors in the team at the time when the sound source was collected forced Brother Zhan to almost finish a set of "Ci Hai", and some people were bold enough to use Brother Zhan's overlapping nickname to name that ai - the price was The int almost killed the lab collectively."
Luo Zhan listened to his dark history calmly, and laughed angrily when he heard the ending: "Then it's called death, not evil."
"Look," the old member said while planning to hug his head and flee in, "this is the sequela of "Ci Hai", and it hasn't gotten better so far!"
It was a pleasure for this man to be so quick to speak for a while, but unfortunately he didn't run away when he ran to the door. Luo Zhan picked up the pillow and wedged it on the back of his head.
boom.
On target.
On the spot ko.
After the scream ended, the members looked at each other with a "sorrowful rabbit dead fox", coughed a few times, and suppressed their desire to continue gossip.
Some people were afraid that Luo Zhan's firepower would be diverted, and quickly made a serious expression.
"Brother Zhan, we were discussing the next new project before you came back. What do you think?"
"… "
Since Luo Zhan entered the K University Junior Class at a record-breaking age, he has shown a very terrifying improvement in his ability. Coupled with the resource support of the Luo family, there is almost no need to worry about the source of funds for the development of any project - this is an unrealistic treasure for the vast majority of young teams.
From two or three years ago, Luo Zhan has become the core figure of int, and it is normal for new projects in the team to be approved by him.
Luo Zhan asked, "What preselection direction do you have now?"
"There are two main ones. One direction is self-supervised learning, and the other direction is generalization ability."
Luo Zhan nodded.
"Brother Zhan, which one do we choose?"
"… generalization."
Luo Zhan originally wanted to say the former, but just as he was about to speak, he saw the helpless figure of the blind girl huddled under int's roof in the daytime before his eyes.
So the words made a sharp turn in the mouth, and the answer changed.
Everyone on the team was obviously surprised.
"I thought that Brother Zhan must have chosen to supervise. After all, it is now the road of the future recognized by many cutting-edge researchers."
"I thought too. Brother Zhan, why did you choose generalization ability?"
"In terms of generalization, what do we need to do specifically?"
"… "
Luo Zhan lowered his eyes.
In the bottom of his heart, he was a little annoyed with his own impulse, but the words had already been spoken, and he would not change his mind.
After thinking for a few seconds, Luo Zhan raised his eyes and leaned back on the sofa lazily: "It was an idea that came up when I helped the weak today, you can refer to it."
"?"
"Smart Home Service Robot."
"… "
The crowd fell into contemplation. After a few seconds, someone came up with a head and shook his head smartly: "Brother Zhan, are you talking about... a sweeping robot?"
Luo Zhan glanced lazily at him, "Is your brain-inspired trash box replaced by a sweeping robot?"
"Hahaha I'm joking." The man scratched his head, "But now there are smart public services in research and development, and there are smart home central control, but this smart home service... It seems that there is really no need for anything other than sweeping the floor and washing dishes."
The crowd agrees.
"Have."
The sudden rebuttal was not what Luo Zhan said.
The int members turned their heads and looked over, and saw Meng Xueyu, who usually seldom speaks, was looking at the boy sitting on the sofa with complicated eyes.
Pulled back by everyone's attention, Meng Xueyu quickly lowered his head and said vaguely, "Brother Zhan should mean to develop that kind of home service robot that provides convenience for the disabled."
Several people were startled, and then slowly reacted.
"Oh, so that's why you came up with the idea of helping the weak today?"
"Blind robot? Sounds like a good idea, at least for the public."
"You can do a feasibility study first."
"Then let's team."
"… "
Int members have cooperated for many years, and they are all like-minded, non-elites do not get together, and their efficiency has long been tempered to be surprisingly high.
In a few words, the initial plan was set, and the meeting was over. It was not early, and everyone laughed and left, preparing to go home or go back to the dormitory.
When there were only a few people left, Meng Xueyu, who had never left, finally walked to the sofa after struggling for a long time.
"Brother Zhan," he squeezed out a smile, "you seem to care about the blind girl who went to the store today?"
Luo Zhan was already lying on the sofa with his eyes closed. After a few seconds, he said lazily, "Who said that?"
Meng Xueyu gritted his teeth slightly, "If you didn't care, you wouldn't want to do research and development in this direction for her, right?"
"... When did I say it was for her?"
Luo Zhan finally opened his eyes. Different from his lazy tone, those eyes were dark and deep under the lamp, as if light could not penetrate.
Seeing that the atmosphere was stiff, someone who noticed next to him hurried over, hooked Meng Xueyu's shoulder and patted him, then smiled at Luo Zhan.
"Brother Zhan, don't know him in the same way. He's just jealous."
Luo Zhan asked coolly, "Whose vinegar is it to eat?"
"Hey, Brother Zhan, you asked this question, who else could be jealous? Few in our team don't know that Xueyu likes that little girl—every time I heard that someone went to the store, I immediately went to the store. Hurry over there."
Luo Zhan glanced at Meng Xueyu, "Do you like that little girl?"
Meng Xueyu froze. After a few seconds, he pinched his neck, "Yes, I just like her."
"Oh." Luo Zhan got up from the sofa with drooping eyelids lazily, "So it's none of my business?"
"… "
Meng Xueyu lowered his head and said nothing.
Luo Zhan didn't bother to bother with him, and walked past him before entering the lounge.
Just staggering one's position, Meng Xueyu's nervous and hostile voice came from behind Luo Zhan: "Brother Zhan, you really don't... don't you like her?"
"… "
Luo Zhan stopped, rolled his eyelids, and said nothing.
The man who hooked Meng Xueyu's shoulder laughed out loud after he was stunned. He stretched out his hand and slapped Meng Xueyu's head, "You kid ran the algorithm two days ago and ran stupid? Who do you think Brother Zhan likes? The blind girl you saw?"
"Don't laugh, Tang Ran is very good-looking!" Meng Xueyu pushed back with the man dissatisfied with his neck.
"Good-looking is good-looking, but no matter how good-looking you are, you are still a little blind." The boy who hugged Meng Xueyu shrugged, "You came to int late, you don't know, let alone we have obstacles to accept it - Zhan brother only loves beautiful women. Damn, I haven't changed it since I entered the int for a few years, how could it be possible that you like that little girl?"
After the boy finished speaking, he turned around and looked forward, "Brother Zhan, are you right?"
"… "
Luo Zhan said nothing.
After a few seconds, the corner of his mouth tickled coldly, "More than that."
"Ah? What more than that?"
"More than just beautiful eyes."
Luo Zhan stopped halfway through his words.
Thinking of the petal-like imprint in his dream, his eyes sank little by little.
After a while, Luo Zhan came back to his senses. He walked towards the interior with his long legs, and threw his lazy voice behind him: "I don't like it if my eyes can't see it."
Hearing Luo Zhan's own words, Meng Xueyu finally let go of his hanging heart—
Luo Zhan's words were consistent, and there was never anything that could make him change his mind. Others said that Meng Xueyu was still uneasy, but Luo Zhan said it himself, and he was completely relieved.
The boy next to him is still confused by himself: "Not only beautiful eyes? What other conditions, why haven't I heard of it?"
"… "
The next morning.
Tang Ran stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window in the bedroom, hanging his hands uneasily, "Grandma, does this dress seem troublesome to wear?"
"Where's the trouble?" Yang Yilan tightened the belt for her, and the little dress skirt outlined the girl's slender waist that she could hold. "Come on, turn around, and I'll zip it up for you."
"I can do it myself..."
"This dress is different from the simple style you usually wear. I have to help you adjust it - you are going to the Luo family's birthday party for that old man today, so you must dress up beautifully."
Tang Ran smiled helplessly.
In the next few seconds, Yang Yilan snorted softly: "Xiao Ran, there is a red mark on your waist, when did it hurt?"
Tang Ran thought for a while, "There's a birthmark there."
"birthmark?"
"Well, it's been there since I was a kid."
"Oh, that's pretty nice." Yang Yilan looked at it with a smile, and slowly closed the zipper, "It's like a petal."
Tang Ran was startled.
After a few seconds, the girl closed her eyes and smiled lightly. "Well. Someone said that before."
Yang Yilan was bowing her head and didn't hear those words. After the girl tied the flower knot at the back waist, she clapped her hands and stood up straight, smiling contentedly.
"Okay—our little fairy can go. We must give them a good surprise today."