MTL - Don’t Covet the Beautiful System!!-Chapter 93

After Pei Qingyuan asked this strange question that he had been thinking about for a day, he imagined many possible answers, but he did not expect Ji Tong to give such an answer.

You are irreplaceable.

Trapped in the watery moonlight, the short sentence set off a turbulent tide in his heart, forcing Pei Qingyuan to stop, those complicated and indescribable emotions firmly fixed him in place.

Of course he liked this moment very much, and the sudden joy almost engulfed his heart.

But after that, a trace of escape and fear spread hastily.

This is what an AI says to humans.

The AI ​​in the human body in front of him told him this firmly with abundant emotions, the same emotions as ordinary people.

Except for him, anyone who has been in contact with Ji Tong can't possibly think that he is an artificial intelligence.

Ji Tong is the "person" he has ever met who has the greatest enthusiasm for the world he lives in.

Just now, Ji Tong denied his conjecture about acting as a human for testing.

As for the overly detailed dreams he had, there were only two possibilities.

Pure fantasy, and reproduced reality.

The former probably doesn't matter.

The latter possibility was beyond his imagination.

The glass boy who grew up in the ward has finally healed, and walked into the bright sunlight with a mushroom pot in his arms. He will definitely live happily in that world. This is the life he deserves.

Instead of coming to a different world and always becoming a foil on the road of another person's life.

Pei Qingyuan doesn't like this absurd and cruel imagination, and doesn't want to put that terribly lonely life on Ji Tong.

If he had experienced that kind of life, he had no idea what he would become now, and whether he could persist.

Even if he persevered, thinking that the bad luck was over and a new life was just around the corner, but at this moment of infinite longing and anticipation, he was once again tricked by fate and completely lost the freedom of being a human being.

He must not be as fond of laughing as Ji Tong is.

No one can be so strong.

This is illogical and a most absurd conjecture.

He thinks too much.

Perhaps the overlap of dream and reality is just a coincidence.

Fu Yinyin and Fang Hao's cross-world travel gave him unnecessary inspiration and inspiration.

Countless thoughts flitted through Pei Qingyuan's mind, and he finally spoke, with a weak voice: "Have you always been...AI?"

In the anxious waiting that filled his heart, he saw Ji Tong blink his eyes, and answered him briskly: "Of course."

There was nothing unusual in that smile.

The inexplicable fear gradually recedes in the colorful ocean at night.

Noticing that the host's expression was somewhat cloudy, Ji Tong thought for a while, and then added in a yearning tone: "But I really want to be a real human being."

In fact, he didn't want to, because a real human being couldn't turn into a little cat doll and sleep on a small bed made of pillow covers.

After Pei Qingyuan seemed to fall asleep last night, the cat doll secretly stretched out its paws and counted the human hairs next to the pillow one by one until it fell asleep.

It can be called a hypnotic weapon, and it is much more interesting than counting sheep.

Many thoughts and behaviors of the host after he grew up made him puzzled. Given that this problem came very suddenly, in order to keep the secrets of the system, Ji Tong decided to step up his efforts to play an AI that fit his personality and longed to become a human.

"In that way, you can truly experience the feelings that belong to humans, such as family affection and love. I want to know what it feels like to be pampered by human parents. I have seen a very beautiful painting. It is in the kitchen, and the little girl is sitting on the bench. Peeling the beans, my mother picked up a piece of meat from the pot with a smile, and fed it to the little girl while fanning the wind..."

His acting skills should be better than bodyguard Fang Hao.

Just as Ji Tong was talking, he was suddenly pulled aside by the host: "Be careful with the car."

Electric cars drive by on the sidewalk.

After avoiding the electric car, the host quietly led him forward and listened to his babbling.

Ji Tong talked for a long time, only to find that the host never let go of his hand.

Pei Qingyuan held his thin fingers tightly in his palm, the heat was astonishing, but the strength was gentle.

…never mind.

It wasn't the first time we held hands anyway.

Ji Tong wisely chose neither to ask nor to resist, pretending not to see it.

The host probably got used to the days of leading him when he was a child, so he subconsciously did so.

Fortunately, the two of them kept a considerable distance from the other students walking in front, so no one would see them.

It took a long time after Ji Tong finished his tirade on the topic of wanting to be a human being, before he received Pei Qingyuan's inaudible emotional response.

The low voice floated in the hot and humid evening wind in late summer.

"It will happen."

September officially arrived, and order returned to the campus.

There is no concept of military training in this world. Freshmen, like seniors and sisters, ushered in a normal university life with classes.

The School of Artificial Intelligence that Ji Tong and Pei Qingyuan belong to is actually the School of Electronic Information and Artificial Intelligence. It has two majors of electronic information and computer, with a total of eight undergraduate majors. Because the artificial intelligence major under the electronic information category ranks first in the country First, it is so famous that it is gradually referred to as the Institute of Artificial Intelligence.

The first professional class in Ji Tong's class was taught by head teacher Qi Shao. He hadn't arrived yet, and the freshmen who had just started school always came very early with trepidation.

There is no fixed position in the classroom, and students basically sit casually according to the dormitory distribution and close relationship.

Ji Tong naturally sits with Pei Qingyuan.

On his table was the water glass that the host had brought for him all the way, and there were snacks, jelly, and a box of fresh fruit in the backpack in the table hole, just in case.

He was quite curious and said to the people around him: "We are at the same table."

Although it is different from the host whose bag is full of books, he is here for spring outing in class.

"Yes." Pei Qingyuan repeated his words, "We are at the same table."

Ji Tong laughed. In the past, he always looked at the host from his wrist, so it felt very special to sit side by side in class.

Pei Qingyuan no longer wears the black watch that lost his soul. Xiao Jianping asked about it when he accompanied Ji Tong to the interview last time. He said in a nutshell that he gave it away. Xiao Jianping was regretful, but he didn't get to the bottom of it. After all, it belongs to the individual .

Everyone in the class was looking around and chatting, Ouyang Yu who was sitting in front turned his head and said, "Ji Tong, when you walked in just now, why did I feel that you were a little taller than yesterday?"

Ji Tong's expression remained unchanged: "Really? I've always been tall."

He wore height increasing shoes today because he found that bouffant hairstyles did not work well.

Ouyang Yu's deskmate was his roommate who was good at complaining. Hearing this, he turned his head and asked curiously, "How tall are you?"

Ji Tong smiled slightly, and said loudly: "1.82 meters."

He is more reserved, so he didn't increase too much, and his goal is just to enter the 180 club.

Ouyang Yu's roommate immediately showed understanding: "Understood, less than 1.8 meters."

Ji Tong: ...

Seeing that he was caught off guard by being pierced, the other party laughed and said: "If you are really 1.82 meters, you will say that you are 1.85 meters."

...How do boys only know height and height all day long.

Really boring.

Ji Tong didn't want to talk, so he let out a sigh, his frustrated expression made the two front desks amused.

Pei Qingyuan at the same table also smiled: "It's already very high."

Ouyang Yu and Qiqi at the same table were surprised to hear that Pei Qingyuan, who had always been aloof since the first meeting, actually used such a gentle tone to comfort others.

Is Gao Leng just an illusion?

Speaking of which, Pei Qingyuan was helping Ji Tong with food last night. Although he looked quiet, he should be a very considerate and considerate person.

Ouyang Yu likes to make friends, so he immediately tried to extend a hand of friendship to Pei Qingyuan: "I saw your interview before, that robot is too powerful, is it really authorized to the company for mass production?"

Pei Qingyuan turned his gaze to him, and said indifferently: "Yes."

Then the air was silent for half a minute, and Ouyang Yu, who looked expectant, realized belatedly that the other party had finished speaking.

He suddenly understood the mood of the female reporter.

Under Ji Tong's suppressed smile, Ouyang Yu turned his head slightly sadly.

"Does my words make people speechless?" He asked his deskmate and roommate for help, "He obviously gets along well with his roommate, why does it feel like he doesn't want to talk to me?"

The roommate sighed: "Do you want to hear me again?"

"..." Ouyang Yu said awkwardly, "I'm really not."

Five minutes before the start of class, Qi Shao walked into the classroom, and everyone immediately restrained their chatting voices.

"It's so early, I hope everyone's enthusiasm will last longer." Qi Shao said with a smile, "I took a class, and some people were late every day within two weeks of the start of school. Let's hold on for a few more days."

His speech was very friendly, and the classroom burst into laughter.

"By the way, there is one more thing to do before class starts." Qi Shao said, "Our class doesn't have a monitor yet. Is there any student willing to be the monitor?"

University monitors are different from senior high schools, and have no direct relationship with grades. They mainly assist the class teacher and teaching assistants in managing the class and do some trivial things, which is closer to the nature of a babysitter.

The advantage is that the class leader will get closer to the teachers and have more contact with the teachers than ordinary students. He may know more about the latest news, gossip and anecdotes in the courtyard, etc., and sometimes bring more opportunities for himself.

However, everyone is a high school student who has just graduated, and they still have the habit of thinking that only outstanding students can be monitors. When they heard what the teacher said, most of them subconsciously looked at Pei Qingyuan who was sitting in the back row.

Pei Qingyuan didn't respond, and was reading with his head down.

He didn't have the time or interest to do this, and Ji Tong next to him didn't ask for it.

Ji Tong was missing the fresh-cut fruits in his backpack.

He should have eaten a few yuan before the teacher came.

Ji Tong knows that the host's time is precious, and he doesn't want to waste it on these trivial matters. Anyway, as long as it's not a wax-haired man, anyone can be the squad leader.

Just as he was thinking about it, a male voice sounded from the other side of the classroom: "Teacher Qi, I can."

Zhang Yun's hedgehog hairstyle today is still very eye-catching, just like his tone, full of confidence.

The prayer was reversed, Ji Tong's expression froze, and the expressions of many students also changed subtly.

Even Qi Shao was a little surprised.

Zhang Yun may be a capable person, but his personality is obviously not suitable for such a role that requires frequent dealings with the whole class.

When he was hesitating, Zhang Yun had already started to introduce himself, and he was always determined to win: "I have been the class monitor from elementary school to high school, and I have rich management experience. I believe I can give my classmates a lot in terms of study and life. Bringing help, I will try to make time to assist the teacher..."

Ji Tong's face was blank when he heard this, and Ouyang Yu, who was sitting in front of him, also had a blank face, and couldn't help complaining to his roommate in a low voice: "It's over, with his character, the boys in our class will fight sooner or later, I don't want to be bullied by him." Help is better than me."

The roommate looked at him faintly: "I take it seriously."

"What?"

Before Ouyang Yu could react, his roommate raised his hand.

Seeing this, Qi Shao silently breathed a sigh of relief, and said in a humorous tone: "There are quite a lot of enthusiastic students in our class. Next, I would like to invite Ouyang Yu to publish his election manifesto."

Ouyang Yu, who was kicked out of the shelves, had a dazed expression on his face, and he fumbled to organize his words: "Well, I don't know what to say, anyway, I will try my best to complete the tasks assigned by the teacher, and everyone usually calls me when you have something. I will try my best to help if I can, and I will try my best if I can't."

Amidst his clumsy sincerity, there were several good-natured laughter in the classroom, mixed with a clear voice: "If Ouyang becomes the class monitor, will he take the lead in holding an umbrella for sun protection in summer?"

Hearing Ji Tong's words, everyone remembered the chat at the dinner party last night, and the laughter spread instantly, and the others followed suit: "Now you have no reason to rub the girl's umbrella, teacher, choose him!"

Now that the atmosphere was relaxed again, Qi Shao used this remark to appoint the monitor half-jokingly, and did not engage in a show of hands to vote, trying to save face for Zhang Yun, who was bound to lose the election.

But Zhang Yun still cast his angrily eyes on Ji Tong who was sitting on the other side.

This incompetent auditor with a free mouth is as annoying as his deskmate who became famous by marketing hype.

Qi Shao officially started the class. The first class did not talk about too detailed things, but gave the students a glimpse of the development history of the field of artificial intelligence and imagined the future in a simple way.

Most of the students here have only a superficial understanding of this major. At the moment, in Qi Shao's fascinating narration, they are sometimes amazed and yearning, and they basically listen carefully.

Except Ji Tong and Pei Qingyuan.

One pretended to attend the class with his chin resting on his cheek, but actually created a file for every student in the class in his head, and painted an ugly face on the most hated Zhang Yun by the way.

The other is doing two things at once, listening to Qi Shao's lecture while silently consolidating what he has learned recently.

Only when Qi Shao mentioned the Robot World Cup, the two paused almost at the same time.

"Students in our college often participate in various robot competitions, the most influential of which is the Robostar robot competition, which is an international competition mainly for college students. Best of all, it attracts more attention from the outside world, so this competition is often called the Robot World Cup, or RS Cup for short."

"In this year's domestic competition, the team in the academy won several championships, but unfortunately they only won the third place in the international competition." Qi Shao said, "The main force of the team is usually junior to graduate students. However, maybe some of the students here will be able to participate in next year's competition."

Having said that, he glanced at Ji Tong and Pei Qingyuan. Needless to say, Ji Tong, with the level of jelly bean robots, Pei Qingyuan, who is only a freshman, is fully qualified to join the team in the courtyard.

It's just that I don't know who wrote that rather exquisite design drawing.

But even without mentioning the design drawings, the finished product made by Pei Qingyuan alone is enough to amaze people.

In Qi Shao's narration, the fifth mainline task was triggered.

[Lead the team to win a championship at next year's Robostar Robotics Contest International Competition. ]

Compared with the requirement of winning the championship, it may be more difficult to lead the team.

Ji Tong moved closer to the host's ear, and said in a low voice, "I'm not going to be the squad leader this time, but I'm going to be the captain."

In Jiangyuan University, a well-established school that participates in competitions every year, there will be a large team with a fixed name, and there are small teams that study different competitions. The captains are different, and the members are replaced every year. Promoted from a lower class in the team, it is very rare for a new player to directly become the main force, or even lead the team as the captain.

According to the mission requirements, the host must either form a brand new team, or get rid of a group of senior members.

Pei Qingyuan, who has gradually become familiar with the triggering methods of missions, had expectations in his heart when he heard Qi Shao mention various competitions.

He didn't show any surprise, but he froze a little when his ears were suffocated by the warm breath.

Pei Qingyuan looked back stiffly, just when the bell rang for the end of get out of class, Ji Tong quickly abandoned the host and lowered his head to rummage through the fruits in the bag.

He pierced a small piece of watermelon with a toothpick, and generously handed it to the benefactor who bought the fruit first: "It looks very sweet."

The refreshing aroma instantly fills the mouth.

"Very sweet."

In the whole class, the person Qi Shao is most interested in now is Ji Tong. Seeing him dig out fruit to eat during recess, he smiled and asked, "How does it feel to be in class? Can you still get used to it?"

He knew that Ji Tong didn't need to hear these things at all.

Ji Tong gave a lot of face: "Mr. Qi's speech is really good."

Falling in the ears of others, can not help but be a little confused.

They liked the personality of this auditor, and they didn't mind this status any more, but his learning ability was so poor that the teacher had to ask him if he could adapt?

The content of this lesson is obviously so basic.

Amidst these silent doubts, someone knocked on the classroom door a few times.

Qi Shao looked up and saw that it was Qiao Yunhe, a junior student in the courtyard. He often came to the courtyard to help, and most of the teachers recognized him.

Seeing Qi Shao in the classroom, Qiao Yunhe who was standing at the door smiled: "Hello, Teacher Qi, I'm here to find someone in your class."

Qi Shao understood: "RS Cup?"

Qiao Yunhe has a very skinny personality, he stood up straight and respectfully said: "Your eyes are as bright as a torch."

"Stop doing this." Qi Shao said with a smile, "I guessed that a team would come here, but I didn't expect it to move so fast."

Qiao Yunhe cast his eyes into the classroom: "That's it, it's a rare time to get the news. I must be ahead of the other teams. The captain specifically told me to come as soon as possible."

During the conversation between the two, the students in the class gradually came to their senses.

This senior is here to recruit members for the team that will participate in the RS Cup.

Although everyone wanted this honor to fall on their own heads, obviously, so far, the only person who would make the seniors come to find him specially is Pei Qingyuan.

Qi Shao got up, vacated the seat, and said jokingly: "There are five minutes left before the recess, please come on."

"Okay!" Qiao Yunhe walked into the classroom while everyone was watching, and stopped beside Pei Qingyuan's desk.

Then he smiled and said, "Two juniors, are you interested?"

It was indeed to find Pei Qingyuan.

But not just looking for him.

Qiao Yunhe's eyes were more on Ji Tong, and he was not stingy with compliments, trying to get close: "Compared to the last time we met, you look taller, junior."

Ji Tong: ...