When they got home, Lu Fenghan saw Qi Yan preparing to go upstairs to take a shower again, so he stopped him and said, "Cut your nails first?"
Just now in the car, when Qi Yan rolled up his sleeves, he noticed a few red marks on Qi Yan's arms. After asking more questions, he found out that Qi Yan's nails had grown long and he scratched himself after falling asleep.
After listening to this, Lu Fenghan felt quite complicated - Qi Yan's way of being "injured" was always unique, and even though he, a bodyguard, had taken all necessary precautions, he couldn't prevent his employer from scratching himself while he fell asleep.
I just have to remember to cut Qi Yan's nails when I get back.
Qi Yan insisted: "You have to take a shower first."
Well, maybe people with mysophobia have their own special insistence. For example, Qi Yan would wash with water for more than ten to twenty minutes every time he took a shower, and the first thing he did every time he got home was to take a shower.
Lu Fenghan waited patiently for half an hour, during which time he did a set of strength training and read two pages of the Leto Daily. Of course, he skipped the front page headline and the fourth item on the front page.
When Qi Yan came down, she had changed into newly bought clothes. Lu Fenghan looked up and saw that they were light gray. Oh, fabric number e7-43.
The next second, he despised himself in his heart with an expressionless face—Lu Fenghan, you have been corrupted by Leto.
Qi Yan sat down next to Lu Fenghan, his top button opened, revealing a small patch of cold white skin. He extended his hand and looked at Lu Fenghan with clear eyes, seeming a little nervous.
"I won't cut your fingertips," Lu Fenghan chuckled, holding up Qi Yan's hand, and his eyes stayed on the protruding round bone of his wrist for two seconds. Knowing that he was afraid of pain, he carefully cut all ten fingers one by one, and felt that he had never been so cautious even when he was driving a destroyer for the first time!
After trimming, Qi Yan took back his hand and looked at the smoothly curved nails: "You trimmed better than me."
Lu Fenghan felt very happy that his achievements were recognized, and thought that his level was good enough to carry out this business for a long time.
In the laboratory of the second-year research group, the group leader Ye Pei noticed that Qi Yan looked at his fingers from time to time and wondered, "What's wrong? Did something get on them?"
"No," Qi Yan shook his head and pointed to a string of complex data. "The reason why your processing model cannot be upgraded three times is because the built-in formula for papo, which is the parallel ratio, has only a fixed amount. It lacks a random introduction amount, which makes it impossible to increase the amount of parallel calculations."
"It's actually here!" Ye Pei had dark circles under her eyes. "I spent the whole night last night and still couldn't find out what went wrong. The previous two upgrades went smoothly." She clasped her hands together and said gratefully, "Thank you for saving my life!"
After spending a few days together, she found that Qi Yan looked cold and spoke very little, but as long as you asked him a question, he would answer it carefully.
Thinking of the rumors he had just heard in the first-year research group's laboratory, Ye Pei thought about it and told Qi Yan: "I heard someone say that your PVC93 model has some... problems."
Qi Yan thought there was something wrong with the model, and he affirmed: "There will be no problem. I checked it before opening it to the public."
"No, that's not the question," Ye Pei was a little uncomfortable saying it. Seeing Qi Yan waiting for her next words seriously, she said it all in one breath, "Someone spread rumors that your family hired a top tutor, and it just so happened that you made this model at home, so it's hard to say whether you made it yourself or the tutor helped you."
The original words were even more harsh. What's good about being rich? Just find a "tutor" to build a model first, remember it from beginning to end, and then perform the new model building on the spot at school the next day. You will be invited by the professor to join the research group immediately and have a bright future.
Ye Pei was worried that Qi Yan would be sad, so he quickly said, "I just told you this because I thought it would be better for you to know. Don't be affected by it! Anyway, the only people who believe this are the freshmen who have just entered the school. After they study for another semester, they will know what level PVC93 really means!"
"I see. Thank you for telling me."
Ye Pei waved his hands quickly: "You're welcome, no thanks!"
There was a public class the next day. Qi Yan found a seat and sat down, looking forward to the next class.
He found that although most of the knowledge taught in class was very basic to him, many professors' perspectives on and analysis of problems could inspire him to some extent.
Just like in the group discussion yesterday, when Professor Fu was guiding Ye Pei, he mentioned that the Erwin function analysis method could be used to solve the parallel ratio problem, which gave him a new idea. Last night, he stayed up until four in the morning and successfully solved an algorithm that had been stuck for more than a week.
Now, he somewhat understood why Elisa suggested that he return to Leto and study in Turan. He had always lived in the same place before, and his life was too regular and unchanging. No matter the people he met or the things he encountered, the next day was almost the same as the day before.
At that time, his confusion about reality was so severe that he often couldn't even tell which day he was in. Eliza had to make a treatment suggestion - leave, go to a new place, and get in touch with different people and things.
Although the effect is not as expected, it is still a good attempt.
Going to bed late and getting up early caused Qi Yan to fall asleep as soon as he sat down, leaving only a part of his white neck and thin wrists exposed.
However, Lu Fenghan discovered that since Qi Yan entered the door, many people looked at him, and from time to time, words like "tutor" and "rich" would float past him.
He is indeed rich, but what about his education
There are only two of them living at home, and there is not even a robot for others. Where would they find a tutor
The professor of this class lived in the Kepler region and happened to be on a business trip to Leto, so he gave up the holographic projection and came to the classroom in person.
At the beginning of the class, the professor praised Qi Yan by name: "I am working on a project and was originally going to use rn3, but after using your pvc93 model, I will never start rn3 again. Your ideas and architecture are very good. At least for me, it has improved efficiency and saved a lot of time. I think a lot of people will want to thank you."
Qi Yan had just woken up and his eyes were still a little dazed. He saw the professor on the podium looking at him kindly, as if he was talking about PVC93.
However, at this moment, a few low laughs were heard in the classroom, and someone whispered, "If I could hire a top tutor, yes, a 'tutor', maybe I could also make a model."
Several first-grade students around started laughing again.
Jiang Qi was sitting nearby, looking at Qi Yan, seeming a little worried, and wanted to explain something to those people, but the boy sitting next to him pulled his sleeve and stopped him.
There were many people in the classroom, but Lu Fenghan looked very accurately in the direction where the voice came from and found the person who was speaking.
Perhaps it was because his eyes were too cold and sharp, the snicker on the face of the brown-haired boy who was speaking froze, and he shrank back, not daring to meet Lu Fenghan's gaze, and turned away angrily.
After class, when going to the laboratory, Ye Pei quietly observed Qi Yan: "Are you... okay?"
Seeing Qi Yan was puzzled, Ye Pei said anxiously: "You don't know yet? You were reported for academic fraud, but the school quickly rejected the report, saying it was untrue."
Anyone who has worked hard to produce a result will definitely feel uncomfortable if someone reports academic fraud anonymously. She guessed that the rumor first came from the first grade, but those who are so good at using the reporting method are probably the second graders.
Turan has many opportunities, but there are even more competitors. If one person stands out, it will definitely attract the attention of some people.
This is why, according to the school rules of Turan College, anyone who deliberately designs and frames classmates, or deliberately infringes on the reputation rights of others will be directly expelled.
Just because such things have happened too many times, big and small, there will always be people who are not capable enough and deliberately break the rules and engage in vicious competition.
In order to avoid suspicion, Lu Fenghan followed Qi Yan into the laboratory, but he only sat in the corner beside him and rarely spoke. After listening to Ye Pei's words, seeing that Qi Yan obviously didn't take it to heart, he asked another question: "What happens after the report is rejected?"
"Someone said in the school's communication area that Qi Yan's family donated a building and had strong connections. The school didn't dare to touch him even though they knew the inside story. The tutor was also hired by his family at a high price, and they also paid a large amount of hush money or something."
"Home?" Qi Yan stopped typing. Maybe it was because of this word, his eyes looked a little cold. He asked Ye Pei, "Is it okay as long as I can prove that PVC93 was made by me?"
"That's right, but this is also the most difficult. Because you can't prove that you didn't hire a tutor, and therefore you can't prove that the PVC93 model was completely made by you." Ye Pei said with some emotion, "Academic self-certification is very troublesome. People who target you will always try every means to target you, not hesitating to speculate with the greatest malice."
"Well," Qi Yan only asked, "Isn't this matter handled by the Academic Administration Office?"
"Yes," Ye Pei was startled when he saw Qi Yan stand up, and took a few seconds to react, "Qi Yan, what are you going to do?"
At this time, Qi Yan had already arrived at the door.
Lu Fenghan followed behind and answered Ye Pei: "Although it is troublesome to prove yourself, it may not be the case if you have absolute strength."
Lu Fenghan thought, this is actually the same as the front line. No matter how much firepower the enemy assembled, how many small ships were sent to harass, how many arrays were used, how many layers of camouflage were put up, as long as his high-energy particle cannon was powerful enough—
Then, once you press the launch button, everything becomes incredibly easy.
The news of Qi Yan going to the Academic Administration Office was soon posted on the communication area of Turan’s intranet.
"—What are you going to the academic affairs office for? He has a new model, and I need to register it?"
"—Maybe he went to turn himself in and confess that he didn't make that model himself!"
"—I'm so envious. If you have money, you can just find a tutor, come up with something, put your name on it, and then you can join the research group. You've learned it!"
"—Those first-year students whose IQs are exposed above seem to have too few classes scheduled and are indeed very idle."
When he arrived at the Academic Administration Office, there were already quite a few people who liked to watch the fun gathered at the door. Qi Yan didn't care, knocked politely, and walked in.
The head teacher in the office was discussing the patent application with a professor's assistant. When she saw Qi Yan coming in, she smiled gently and asked, "Student Qi Yan, is there anything I can help you with?"
She was deeply impressed by Qi Yan. On the one hand, it was rare for a second-year student to make a model like PVC93, even in Turan, where there were so many geniuses. On the other hand, Qi Yan was so good-looking that it was hard not to be impressed.
"Hello," Qi Yan said straight to the point, "Someone reported me for academic fraud, saying that the PVC93 model I made came from a tutor I hired at home."
The teacher in charge nodded and said, "That's right. We did receive an anonymous report, but the school has rejected it on the grounds that it was 'false'."
At this time, Jiang Qi also rushed to the corridor outside.
Sha Ke, who came with him, saw how anxious he was and said, "You are not close to Qi Yan, why are you so anxious and worried about him?"
Jiang Qi felt inexplicably uneasy.
He just saw many people in the class talking about Qi Yan and the model he made, so he mentioned tutoring in a half-hearted way - he really thought so. How could someone from a remote planet have such good grades? Apart from his father paying a high price to hire a top tutor to teach Qi Yan, he couldn't think of any other possibility.
Just as he expected, word spread, and many people began to speculate whether Qi Yan's tutor had helped him build the model. Even more people were certain that the model was definitely not made by Qi Yan.
He is happy to see it happen.
This kind of gossip, which cannot be confirmed but is not denied by evidence, can have the greatest impact on a person's reputation over time.
The only thing he didn't expect was that someone hated Qi Yan so much that they actually reported Qi Yan for academic fraud.
Obviously, having come to this point, he should be looking forward to the good show that is to come. After all, academic self-proving is too difficult, and this basin of dirty water is not easy to wash out.
But why did Qi Yan feel so uneasy after he entered the office of the academic administration department
Looking towards the office door again, Jiang Qi replied to Sha Ke: "I'm just a little worried. My brother obviously only hired a tutor because his foundation is not very good, but he loves to study." He whispered again, "Don't tell anyone. My brother has a strong self-esteem and doesn't like me to mention the fact that he hired a tutor."
Sha Ke thought, if the foundation is not good, how can I make that model? She said, "Don't protect your brother. You are unlucky to be a family with such a person."
In the office, Qi Yan explained his purpose and turned to the professor's assistant standing beside him: "Excuse me, could you spare a moment of your time to help me?"
The teaching assistant roughly understood what was going on and agreed without hesitation: "Of course, but I only have thirty minutes, and then I have to leave Turan and go to the star port to catch a starship."
"Thank you, half an hour will be enough."
At the same time, someone synchronized the situation on site to the communication area.
"—Isn't that Professor Cao's teaching assistant? Professor Cao studies quantum co-states, and Qi Yan studies artificial intelligence. What are they talking about?"
"—Can anyone tell me why Qi Yan turned on the small optical computer and what he was going to do?"
The number of people watching the live footage has been increasing exponentially.
"—Twenty minutes later, Qi Yan walked away from the optical computer. Did you see the assistant's expression? He looked so excited that he could faint on the spot!"
"—I was there!! I was amazed! Qi Yan spent five minutes chatting with the teaching assistant and another twenty minutes building a small model. The key point is that after this small model is connected to the r9-03 model, it can increase the speed of 03 processing data by 20%!"
"—??? Meaning, I am standing by the optical computer waiting for 03 to finish running the data. I can now turn off the computer and go to bed at midnight instead of going to bed at 4 a.m.?"
"- Raise your hand if you have been watching the running data for three days and three nights! I want this accelerator! How much is it? I'll buy it! In addition, this self-certification method is amazing, random professional! Random processing model! Live performance of how to build an accelerator for this model! Who is so stupid as to want to blackmail such a talented player?"
In the corridor, Jiang Qi's face was almost exhausted. He casually told Sha Ke that he was not feeling well, and walked out through the crowd of onlookers.
After walking a distance, he couldn't help but look back, stared for a long time, and then quickly left.
In the office, the head teacher of the academic administration department was calmer than the teaching assistant. She asked, "Does this accelerator need to be patented?"
The teaching assistant excitedly replied: "We want to buy it!"
For him, the architecture of this accelerator was not difficult, but few people thought of opening an interface in the source data domain of the r9-03 model, embedding a small model, modifying the built-in operation rules of r9-03, and introducing variables, so as to achieve the purpose of improving data processing speed.
No one had ever thought of it, but this man named Qi Yan thought of it in a very short time. How sharp was his ability
It’s so annoying, why did I choose artificial intelligence as my major
Qi Yan flexed his fingers and answered the supervisor first: "I am not going to apply for a patent. Just like before, I choose open source."
The supervisor asked: "Open source means giving up a lot of patent fees. Are you sure?"
"Sure."
It is the architect's freedom to apply for a patent or open source. The teacher did not persuade him any further. "Now, you need to give this accelerator a name."
Qi Yan thought for two seconds and said, "Let's call it r9-03 accelerator."
The teacher's finger paused as he was typing the characters.
It's really... simple and straightforward.
It accelerates the r9-03 model, so it is called r9-03 accelerator.
The Alliance has no special requirements for naming. However, because the top of the blacklist, God Y, prefers names such as "White Falcon", "Twilight", and "Sundial", a trend has emerged in the past two or three years, and names such as "Chonglou" and "Mithril" have emerged one after another.
Simple and straightforward naming like "Qi Yan" is rare.
This trip took quite a bit of time, and as most of the work in the laboratory was done, Qi Yan did not go back.
The two of them got on the hovercraft. As soon as Lu Fenghan put his hand on the joystick, he heard Qi Yan say, "It hurts."
Lu Fenghan tilted his head, looked at Qi Yan carefully and asked, "Where does it hurt?"
Qi Yan described it seriously: "My hands hurt a lot. They hurt all over."
In order not to affect the teaching assistant's trip to the star port to board the starship, he typed characters without stopping for a second for twenty minutes. When he finished, he found that his finger bones and wrists were sore.
I don't want to move anymore.
Lu Fenghan also thought of it.
He looked at Qi Yan's well-proportioned hands, with slender lines that looked like they were carved from frost or snow, and he was the one who helped cut his nails.
"Okay, I know you're in pain."
Sighing lightly, Lu Fenghan pulled Qi Yan's hand over, controlled the strength, lowered his eyes and kneaded it carefully.
After just a few rubs, Qi Yan took a deep breath and said, "Be gentle."
Thinking that this was a little delicate, Lu Fenghan had to reduce his strength by a little.