At eight o'clock in the evening, Ye Ming returned to the RC team laboratory.
Because the modified forklift plan was too simple and crude, Jiang Yongliang, Tao Zheng and others directly moved the modification site to the competition preparation hall, leaving the laboratory empty, and Ye Ming happened to be thinking about it by himself.
Eucalyptus.
He had just invited someone to finish hot pot, and he was holding a bottle of Wong Lo Kat in his hand.
As for who he invited...
Naturally, Qi Yumo and her cousin were invited.
After introducing each other's names, Ye Ming said that his guess was correct. The surnames of Qi and Mo's families were indeed very special. Her cousin's surname was Mo, and Mozi's Mo was called Mo Gu.
This name is indeed pleasant to the ears, and it sounds very elegant and empty at first glance - until Qi Yumo blinked and asked him to think about it again, Cousin Mo Gu immediately said that if you remind me again, I will tear you apart.
So Ye Ming understood it.
Sister Mogu!
No wonder her WeChat name is Baidie Zhenjun.
It sounds like a fairy, but I didn't expect it to be a fungus.
As for why we invited these sisters to dinner...
Of course, it's because Cousin Mo is in a brain-computer research group, and she is a graduate student in neurobiology.
It was okay for Old Tang to let him design the project on his own, but he was not stupid, at least not sincerely.
After returning to his seat and sitting down, Ye Ming took out his mobile phone and sent a message to Qi Yumo to express his gratitude.
News will come back soon.
"You're welcome, I'll go shopping with my cousin for a while, and she said she'll give you the information when she gets back."
"Okay, thank Sister Mogu for me."
Three seconds later.
"...If you dare to call her Mogu, you are finished O(∩_∩)O haha~!"
…
Ye Ming put down his phone, opened the document, and downloaded several cutting-edge papers on brain-computer interface. While reading, he and Yin Ta discussed how to proceed.
"Yinta, according to what you said, it doesn't take too much trouble for you to interfere with my brain..."
"Yes, you can even collect signals with just one or two electrodes - I suggest you start with two electrodes."
"How fast should the discharge frequency of the two electrodes be to transmit effective information? You have to consider my feelings."
Ye Ming suddenly became a little dissatisfied.
Good guy, ever since Ye Ming let it slip that a single signal source can actually transmit signals through Morse code, Yin Ta started to "bewitch" Ye Ming to "do it" first.
This is theoretically possible, but how many times does it need to be discharged per second to transmit a valid character? Even if Yin Ta guarantees that he can control the frequency of interference, Ye Ming does not dare to take risks and cannot bear it.
He had better wait a moment.
"By the way, I asked you to think about how to effectively use logic gates. How did you think about it? And the structure of the microcontroller - no need to generate a picture in my mind."
"Based on the instruction set structure you mentioned, I generated one billion, sixty-three million, eighty-nine hundred and forty-five instructions to carry out different calculations and storage areas..."
Ye Ming's eyes suddenly widened: "What a fool!"
"bad language."
Ye Ming suddenly felt that his brain was a little out of control.
An instruction set with a billion instructions?
This is not a "good guy" at all, but...
Well, he couldn't describe it in words.
"Wait a minute, don't be anxious, don't rush to let yourself go, you have to take your time with the chip architecture and assembly instructions - and don't just simulate 1 billion billion billion... billion transistors! Just one hundred
Hundreds of millions, okay?"
"OK."
"Very well, you can play it yourself. Remember, what you want to simulate is a chip and system running in my world."
"Okay, but I have a problem."
"what is the problem?"
"Why should I follow the logic of your world?"
Ye Ming was startled by Yin Ta's "philosophical" words.
After pondering for a few seconds, he replied: "Because if you don't master the architecture of modern computers, then even if you 'come out', you won't be able to understand the information."
"Why can't I read it? Whether it's hexadecimal or binary, I can read it freely."
"..." Ye Ming heard one head louder than the other: "You mean, you directly obtain the data through my bioelectric resonance, right?"
"Yes."
"Idiot! Speed! Data transmission speed! Even if you connect my brain to high-voltage electricity, you can't meet the data speed of GB/S."
"..."
Seeing Yin Ta's rare silence, Ye Ming snorted happily.
A few seconds later, Yin Ta's unconvinced reply came: "There must be a way to solve it."
"Well, come on, I'll wait."
//This is probably a more rigorous black-tech brain-computer setting, right? I am really good at it and love to play...
Ye Ming said and picked up the phone.
Zhenjun Baidie sent a message.
…
In the next three days, Ye Ming relied on Mo Gu's information and some public scientific research results and papers to quickly complete a draft project on "collecting brain wave signals to control a robotic arm".
In the article, he listed 36 brain signal collection points and the simple idea of the denoising algorithm - which is actually not mysterious, it is nothing more than AI learning. Then he listed different scenes - to put it bluntly, it means concentration.
Complete hand movements - the brain waves are combined with the electronic control system of the robotic arm.
The reason why he chose the robotic arm is because Ye Ming feels that controlling the robotic arm is cooler and can perfectly continue his "Robotic Arm" series of videos on Station B.
After submitting the eucalyptus to Teacher Tang, he also got a big surprise.
Boss Tang has paid.
…
At eight o'clock on Thursday morning, Ye Ming went straight to the Computer Institute with his mobile phone and assembly language textbook.
He has naturally seen assembly language and understands it literally.
But his understanding is that he knows what is happening, and it is a bit reluctant to fully understand why - assembly language is usually learned in conjunction with computer principles.
This morning's assembly class is a professional class in software engineering and computer science, taught by Professor Chen Xiaofang - but it is said that Professor Chen has been calling his graduate students to take the class recently - which is why Ye Ming came to take it.
After all, he and Lao Chen were so familiar, so he felt a little embarrassed to come to Lao Chen's class.
Mixed in a group of sophomore seniors, Ye Ming directly chose a good seat in the back row of the classroom and lowered his head to open the book.
It's not shabby to take classes, but it's best not to be called out.
As the crowd in the classroom gradually became quieter, Professor Chen Xiaofang and Shen Ruhai walked into the classroom and chatted.
"Hello, classmates, it seems that everyone is here today."
Professor Chen Xiaofang wore a signature smile and looked at the entire classroom.
Except for the back row, all seats in the front were packed, which made him very satisfied.
"Since everyone is here, let's not waste time by calling names. Let's move on to the next lesson."
As he spoke, he lowered his head and opened his notebook.
In the quiet classroom, he suddenly heard a low "fuck".
Moreover, this voice seemed to come from Shen Ruhai.
He looked up slightly dissatisfied and saw a familiar face in the back row of the classroom.