At noon on March 14, 2093, two men stayed on the Laojiang Bridge for an hour and seventeen minutes. One of the men said that money was tight recently and proposed to spend some money. The other man readily agreed. At 4 p.m.

Fifty minutes later, their video account "14th Cone Falling Incident" was successfully registered on the Internet.

They talked a lot that day, about the Internet ecology, about the market, about creative principles, and about the future. This was just a rambling conversation between two high school students. Like all dispensable conversations in life, their purpose was not to solve the problem, but to solve the problem.

It is to confirm the tacit understanding of each other's friendship, so as to make oneself less lonely.

In the end, Lu Zhengkang said: "It doesn't matter whether we make money or not. This video account can at least record our lives and the traces of our youth. No matter where you go in the future, at least these videos will prove this friendship."

"Don't be sensational." Zhang Yingxuan looked unnatural.

"It's okay, you can cry if you want, I understand."

Of course Zhang Yingxuan didn't cry, he just smiled.

When school started on Monday, Zhang Yingxuan brought a camera to the school. Lu Zhengkang compiled a club application form and prepared to submit it to the class teacher. They wanted to establish a club and use club life as the main source of channel content.

There are not many clubs in Yonghang No. 1 Middle School, and Chinese middle schools do not have a mature club culture. However, schools in this era are still more interesting than at the beginning of the century. Students have greater autonomy after class, and student clubs also serve as quality

The education aspect has received preferential treatment from the school management.

Clubs can apply for special activity rooms, club members can control their time for self-study classes, and there are some miscellaneous benefits. In short, most students will choose to join a certain club.

There are not many students in their class who have not joined a club, and to establish a club, at least five people are needed.

Among the two roommates, the sultry Zhou Xiuhe had already joined the animation club and refused to change his club no matter what. The creative woodworking club where the fat boy Zou Xiagu worked was on the verge of bankruptcy, and it was time to find another good wood. Zhang Yingxuan spoke to Zou Xia sincerely.

A long talk in ancient times, Lu Zheng

Kang was lifting the dumbbells with a smile on his face. Zou Xiagu wanted to shout, "People in the world are brave and courageous, and they are not afraid of the coercion and inducement of you crooked people!" But in the end, he was bribed by a hot pot meal, endured the humiliation, abandoned the carpentry club, and switched to another job.

Juyi Hall.

"There are still two to go." Zhang Yingxuan asked the class monitor for a list of several classmates who had not joined the club. "They are all top scorers and there is no way they can come."

Lu Zhengkang shook his head, "There is still one person not included in the list."

"The one who transferred to another school?"

"Yes. She and Jiang Jin, just convince them. You choose one."

Zhang Yingxuan's expression was as uncomfortable as if there were bugs crawling in his trouser legs, "Can you not choose? Let Zou go, and you will be responsible for another one. There is no need for me to appear, right?"

"You know that you are the leader of the club, right? If you know that, then stop talking nonsense and choose one."

"I'll choose, uh, Jiang Jin."

Lu Zhengkang nodded. At least Jiang Jin was familiar with them, but the transfer student was too... too bizarre. Those coincidences made the two of them afraid to get close.

Ever since Qiu Qiongzhu transferred to another school and occupied the seat by the window in the back row, Lu Zhengkang had a strange sense of déjà vu every time he saw her. Especially when he saw the afternoon sunlight falling on her tabletop and cheeks, he suddenly gave him a look.

I have the illusion that "this person is probably the protagonist of an anime".

"Hello, are you interested in joining the club?" Lu Zhengkang put on an enthusiastic face like a salesman.

"What club?" Qiu Qiongzhu's voice was slightly hoarse. She was clearly a high school girl, but her voice sounded like a mature and world-weary woman. She always looked listless, and her palm-colored eyes were like glass beads hidden in a box.

It has a dusty texture, and the loose expression makes it even more inhumane. This short-haired girl looks beautiful and heroic, but there is no youthful atmosphere at all.

Lu Zhengkang sat astride the empty chair in front of her, holding the back of the chair with both hands, with a smile so optimistic that it made people laugh, "Our club is about playing music, and we will also hold a music festival in the school.

.”

"It sounds so boring. I won't do it."

"Then what club do you want to join?"

Qiu Qiongzhu narrowed her eyes, looking like a cat taking a nap - her habitual action always reminded Lu Zhengkang of the Qiu Qiongzhu in kindergarten, whose expression was exactly the same.

"I hope to join a society that studies the love phenomenon between contemporary Internet users and virtual intelligence."

Lu Zhengkang immediately agreed, "That's great, that's what our club is for! I've even thought of a name, how about calling it 'Love, Death and Robots'!"

Qiu Qiongzhu was happy. She squinted her eyes and looked at Lu Zhengkang for a while, then she nodded her head and agreed.

On the other side, Zhang Yingxuan approached Jiang Jin and asked, "What about that? Is the club interested in knowing about it?" He looked nervous, as if he was inviting a senior martial artist to work as a security guard in their local escort agency. He wanted a master like Jiang Jin to devote himself to martial arts.

Why are you interested in worldly things?

"Not interested." As expected, Jiang Jin quickly refused.

"Okay, I won't disturb you anymore." Zhang Yingxuan was relieved and turned to leave.

Jiang Jin suddenly stopped him, "What does your club do?"

"I haven't thought about it yet."

"Who else is in the club?"

Zhang Yingxuan reported some names.

Jiang Jin was thoughtful, then nodded, "Okay, I'll participate."

After gathering the number of people, the establishment of the club had to be approved by the school and the Ministry of Education. Zhang Yingxuan and Lu Zhengkang attended various meetings to learn the club management regulations. They were busy for two weeks, during which they were interviewed several times by the class teacher.

times, the application was finally successful.

This small club of five people has an official name, called the Artificial Intelligence Research Club, also known as the Love Death Team. The club’s activities are located in Room 315, third floor, No. 4 Complex Building, North District, with regular meetings three times a week. On the day the club application was successful, everyone

We got together and took a photo.

Zhang Yingxuan, with a serious face, stood in the middle, with a tall and straight posture, like a low ash in the center of the picture.

To his left is Zou Xiagu, who has his hands in his pockets and is pretending to be melancholy. In fact, all he can think about is what to order for the hot pot tonight.

On the right is the petite Jiang Jin, with a reserved posture, her hands clasped in front of her body, and her eyes staring at the camera, which is in line with everyone's impression of her.

Next to Zou Xiagu was Qiu Qiongzhu, who was making scissor-hand gestures towards the camera. She was still chewing gum in her mouth, showing a lazy and mysterious smile.

Lu Zhengkang was on the right side of Jiang Jin. He raised his thumb to his ear, widened his eyes, and made a face like Mr. Bean, which was in stark contrast to Jiang Jin's seriousness.

The five people used self-study classes and after-school time to decorate Room 315. They discussed the decoration and office layout together, and worked together. Zou Xiagu invited friends from the woodworking club to help make several sets of tables and chairs, and Lu Zhengkang was responsible for wallpapering and drawing.

Art painting, custom-made society

In the poster, Zhang Yingxuan purchased five pieces of office equipment, while Qiu Qiongzhu and Jiang Jin each purchased miscellaneous supplies and helped with chores. This group of students is busy every day, but their smiles remain unchanged. The process of decorating the activity room feels like building a home.

and lively.

They kept records of the work involved in establishing the club, and then edited it into a video and posted it on the Internet. A few days later, it had hundreds of views and one or two robot comments. These unworthy comments made Zhang Yingxuan suffer.

Inspire.

Speaking of which, Lu Zhengkang's original plan was to have Zhang Yingxuan take the lead in preparing for a campus music festival, and then everyone would form a band to perform on stage, and then make the content into a video and upload it to the Internet, telling the story of how a group of high school students became campus stars. Cooperation must be

The script, lines, and proper editing will definitely attract an audience.

But as Qiu Qiongzhu said, this is too boring and not hard-core enough. Now the main direction of their club has also changed its thinking. Zhang Yingxuan doesn't like topics such as artificial intelligence, but he still accepts the status quo, as does Lu Zhengkang

Even if you don’t like it, there is no objection. Several other members are quite enthusiastic about researching artificial intelligence, which is a good thing.

On the afternoon of Tuesday, April 7th, in the newly decorated Room 315, the Death Squad was holding its first official meeting to discuss the next direction of the club's activities.

Jiang Jin proposed to raise funds to rent an AI, and then make an electronic application that integrates assisted learning and electronic pet functions. This type of software has already been proven by the market to be feasible, and the production threshold is not very high. By then, it can be used on campus

When promoting, it doesn’t matter whether you make money or not. It’s okay to make it a research topic.

"No need to rent, I have something ready on hand." Lu Zhengkang raised his hand.

"Where did you get it?" Qiu Qiongzhu was very interested.

"I wrote it myself." Lu Zhengkang's expression was flat, "When I was in junior high school, I studied intelligent algorithms."

Zou Xiagu let out a loud cry and rushed forward to hug Lu Zhengkang's thigh, "Brother, can you support me?"

"Yes, but I would rather see my brother go through social beatings." Lu Zhengkang smiled maliciously.

The little fat man walked away from Lu Zhengkang with a look of disgust.

Jiang Jin pursed his lips, as if he wanted to say something, but he didn't say anything.

With ready-made AI, everyone is more open-minded. Zou Xiagu suggested that using AI to create virtual characters and conduct live broadcasts is also a good way. Think of it as a social experiment and see the virtual reality created by a group of students.

Can idols become famous on the Internet?

Lu Zhengkang continued, "Isn't there the personality memory construction technology? Let's build a virtual memory and let the AI ​​learn deeply to create a virtual agent that fits our image."

Qiu Qiongzhu clapped her hands and became energetic, "Interesting! It's like a copy of us in the virtual world, a shadow society! Cool!"

Everyone thought this was a good idea, but Jiang Jin refused to participate. She still planned to implement her plan.

Seeing the members chatting enthusiastically, Jiang Jin maintained the cool demeanor of an outsider.

The Love Death Team agreed to visit a technology company called Ciyi Dupan on Saturday. This company is the only commercial organization in Jiangsu and Zhejiang that has the ability to produce personality memories.

After school on Friday, Lu Zhengkang was going to pick up Su Xiangli as usual. As usual, they strolled along the street outside the south gate, chatting about the school, Qiu Qiongzhu, Zhang Yingxuan, their past and their future.

"Lu Zhengkang." She called.

Lu Zhengkang turned to look at her.

The sparrows of spring have returned, bringing fresh and bright attire back to Su Xiangli. After taking off her school uniform, she wore a neat spring dress. Her upper body was a plain long-sleeved knitted turtleneck sweater and a beige hooded zipper jacket.

, wearing light blue chenille wide-leg pants and a pair of bright yellow white-soled canvas shoes. The warm yet lively outfit is most suitable for strolling in a deserted and tidy city in spring.
To be continued...