Please Have a Cup of Green Tea

On the third floor of Huo's house, the handsome young man sitting in front of the desk was wearing a black sweater, his hair was messy, and his long and narrow eyes stared intently at the computer screen that was running the program automatically.

He had the untouched dinner beside him, and it was obviously cold.

Last time, because of the opportunity of the Google Programming Contest, a professor at the school was overjoyed and invited him to enter the unattainable national artificial intelligence laboratory of the Department of Computer Science.

Even if Sheng He is a freshman, anyone who has seen his grades and resume will not doubt that this young man has an outstanding computer talent. The discerning professor even reserved a postgraduate position for him, waiting for him. You can submit your application after completing your undergraduate credits.

But right now, he is stuck in a bottleneck.

Artificial intelligence itself is an extended branch of the emerging computer profession. It needs to integrate not only basic computer knowledge, but also all-encompassing knowledge. It requires researchers to have a very deep understanding of automation, statistics, mathematics and other fields.

As a programming genius, although Sheng He has deep attainments in computer language, in the field of artificial intelligence algorithms, he can only follow the footsteps of his predecessors, and his efficiency is extremely low.

Right now, the lab's project has reached a point where everyone is stuck in place.

Sheng He is a newcomer promoted by his mentor, so he didn't have to bear the pressure, but out of the frivolous self-esteem of a young man, he almost spent sleepless nights doing research with these data.

"Read, analyze, study..." he muttered to himself, his brows furrowed deeply, and he scribbled a few formulas on the scratch paper, "Damn, it would be great if we could invite those monsters from the mathematics department to study. !"

The next second, at the moment when he scratched the scratch paper with the tip of his pen in annoyance, there was the sound of the elevator door opening.

There was a tall screen bookcase between the elevator and his workbench. He glanced over and was slightly taken aback:

"Big brother...sister-in-law, why did you come up?"

Huo Mingzhe didn't say a word, but Bi Ming smiled at him with a fruit plate: "Auntie asked your brother and I to come up and give you something to eat."

Hearing the girl's clear voice like a spring, Sheng He's original anxiety was quenched a little, and he looked a little dull: "Oh."

Huo Mingzhe frowned slightly as he watched his younger brother staring straight at Bi Ming.

"You're such an old man, you have to serve a meal," he ordered the leftovers on the table, his voice a little hard, "It's always worrying."

Sheng He turned to his brother with a warm expression: "Brother, I'll eat it later, you don't have to."

After he finished speaking, he turned to look at Bi Ming again, and said seriously: "And sister-in-law, you have worked hard too."

It looks like a good baby, and people can't pick out a single fault.

"What kind of hard work is this, Xiaohe, you have to be busy doing assignments." When Bi Ming said this, the boy's eyes inevitably looked at her carefully.

The girl was wearing a white high-neck bottom, covered with a light pink long knitted sweater, her hair was gently tucked behind her head, and her temples were hanging down a few times. spring water.

It is like meeting flowers, which makes people forget the reality.

Sheng He's breathing was disturbed for a moment, but he quickly calmed down in his eldest brother's eyes: "Anyway, thank you sister-in-law..."

Huo Mingzhe leaned over and glanced at his computer, as well as the pile of scratch paper on the table:

"How do you write so many equations? What math problems do you do?"

"The basic algorithm needs to be improved, but we are not mathematicians," Sheng He admitted honestly, "We have to ask for foreign aid halfway through the derivation of this bunch of formulas. People from the Institute of Mathematics asked us to give up this direction, or find a more powerful one. The professor helps."

Huo Mingzhe's businessman's thinking is very simple: "I will ask you a few high-achieving mathematics students to help you." If you give enough money, let alone Qingbei, even people from Stanford, Harvard, and MIT can come.

Sheng He's eyes lit up, and he was about to thank his brother, but when he heard the other party's conversation change, his tone became dangerous—

"However, Xiaohe, I helped you, and you have to make an exchange."

"what?"

"Open your mobile phone circle of friends."

"?"

"I heard from your sister-in-law that you won the first prize and are still showing off in the circle of friends. Mom said that she has never seen it before. What's the matter?"

Sheng He was silent for a moment, and finally realized that his brother had come to ask for guilt.

"Didn't you and Mom have heard of it?" He raised his eyes, calm and innocent, "My family doesn't know the news, only my sister-in-law who is filming abroad, so I'll share it."

"So," Huo Mingzhe was almost laughed at by his younger brother's arrogance, "you set it to be visible to one person?"

"Well." Sheng He was not afraid at all, "Isn't it possible?"

Huo Mingzhe: …

The core of the two people's topic - Bi Ming is holding Sheng He's scratch paper next to her and staring at it.

"This nonlinear equation can't be solved like this..." She whispered softly, "You can use neural networks to make NS equations..."

Familiar memories reverberated in her mind.

The two men beside her slowly became silent. They were listening carefully to the murmurings of the girl who was completely focused on the scratch paper.

The first person who raised his eyebrows was Huo Mingzhe. As a top student at Oxford University, he had a brief exposure to the theory of NS equations, which is one of the most complex equations that has not yet been fully solved in the scientific community.

He was surprised why Bi Ming, who had never read a university, could read out this equation, and said it in a neat and logical manner.

The child Sheng He next to him widened his eyes, and his dark pupils were like stars slowly rising in the dark night—

Because, the equation derivation that he has been troubled by, she can actually do it, and it doesn't sound outrageous at all, giving him the idea that what she said might be the correct answer.

This is absurd, didn't she become an actress as soon as she graduated from high school?

Both brothers were silent, the only thing left in the room was the girl's whispers and the rustling of her pencil-and-paper sketches.

Huo Mingzhe knew very well how much Bi Ming longed for university. Since she knew her, she had never asked him for Chinese clothing, jewelry, and resource advertisements, which were all sent by him.

The only thing she took the initiative to ask him was a foreign scientific research magazine that was only available in foreign countries.

At that time, he also laughed at her: "I didn't learn to walk, so I thought about running."

The girl shook her head and retorted softly: "If you can't run, let's see how good the people who can run are."

Huo Mingzhe didn't take it seriously, and even thought that his girlfriend would give up if she looked at it a few more times.

But now, he felt that he underestimated Bi Ming, her firm will and eager to learn.

Even if what she said was wrong, he still felt that she, who wrote these mathematical expressions without distraction, seemed to exude a radiance never seen before in One Middle School.

When Bi Ming finally raised her head, she found the handsome young man who was lying on the edge of the table beside her, staring hungrily at the scratch paper in her hand, and next to the young man, who was looking at her boyfriend with unpredictable eyes.

"Hold, sorry," she pursed her lips nervously, and a light powder appeared on her face as clean as winter snow, "I saw that this formula was only half-written, and I couldn't help but want to push it down..."

Sheng He stared at the style she wrote and concentrated: "Sister-in-law, can I send your next process to my tutor to see?"

"Huh? But..." Bi Ming looked at him hesitantly, "Is this important?"

"It's very important, it's as important as a life-saving straw for us," the boy's eyes never left the scratch paper, it was as if a flame was about to ignite, "It plays a great role in computer fluid mechanics, sister-in-law, I will help you clarify your derivation, and if you write it down completely, you can send it to the paper!"

Bi Ming seemed a little uncomfortable with his enthusiastic reaction, and took two steps back:

"Too, too exaggerated?"

Sheng He raised his head, suddenly approached, and grabbed her hand: "Sister-in-law, did you really only read high school? What a waste!"

Bi Ming earned it, but couldn't pull it away, so she turned around and looked at her boyfriend with a look of help: "Mingzhe..."

Huo Mingzhe's face darkened, he took two steps forward and lifted his brother away directly: "Sheng He, why are you crazy about her?"

The young man staggered and almost lost his footing: "Hey, big brother, don't let your sister-in-law go first, let her stay with me tonight..."

Huo Mingzhe's hands are itchy.

Fortunately, the second half of Sheng He's sentence appeared in time - "Solve this equation thoroughly!"

Looking at his excited younger brother, Huo Dashao smiled but said, "Oh."

This kid, who taught him to daydream all day?

***

The room was arranged that night, and Mother Huo packed the room on the second floor for Bi Ming.

Huo Mingzhe pressed the person against the door panel and kissed him for a while.

Bi Ming was so angry that he pushed him: "Woooo..."

However, the man who smelled of vinegar tonight and refreshed his understanding of his girlfriend was a little bit unbearable.

"Xia Xia, why are you so powerful?" He let go of her mouth and whispered against the tip of his nose, "You scared me today, I thought you were possessed by someone else."

The girl's lips were very wet, and there was a watery color between her lips, and she couldn't say anything except gasp.

The man refused to let go, his arms were hot and scalding around her waist, and the corners of his lips rubbed against her ears:

"Let me hug again, don't move."

Bi Ming understood, Huo Mingzhe saw her side tonight, and the effect was comparable to aphrodisiac.

Love needs freshness and excitement, and Bi Ming knows this very well.

Unexpectedly, Huo Mingzhe likes this so much... Intellectual and connotative?

But it is understandable if you think about it. After all, a man's education and IQ make him appreciate the people who can communicate in depth, and the brainless vase can't hang him.

However, no matter how abnormal he was, Bi Ming did not forget to push people away:

"No... Auntie will say she wants to find me later."

While the two were moving, the sound of Mother Huo's footsteps came from the corridor.

Bi Ming worked hard to push her clingy boyfriend away, her face flushed red, and her moist eyes stared at him hard.

"Why don't you go?" Her tone was obviously a little angry.

On the other side, Mother Huo, who was flirting with the couple standing at the door of the room, was stunned for a moment, and then smiled kindly.

Not bad, this relationship is so good... Maybe her old lady will be able to hold her grandson soon.