"It's interesting." Su Xiaomu smiled, "It seems that I chose a good time to return to China this time."
I just managed to escape this large-scale quarrel that has quickly spread from the newspapers.
Su Xiaomu also recalled the surprised expression on Professor Tommaso's face when he asked for leave.
Probably Professor Tommaso already knows about these upcoming ripples.
But even at MIT, Su Xiaomu didn't care about the comments of those who liked to exaggerate, rely on the power of the news media, and talk nonsense.
Something I have gotten used to since the third grade of elementary school.
At that time, all the little girls in the school wanted to be friends with Su Xiaomu. Even the girls in sixth grade already had a different style at such a young age.
Of course, the little boys in the upper grades will definitely not be happy. Some are good at studying and some have good backgrounds.
Today someone posted Su Xiaomu on the blackboard, and tomorrow someone will have the opportunity to write an essay and criticize him...
Now it's just a bigger scope, and they don't all have the same heart. It's nothing more than envy, jealousy, and hatred. What else can there be?
In addition, no matter how big the turmoil is, it has nothing to do with Su Xiaomu. He is not just hoping to live in the United States, he is just an exchange student who will return to China in two months.
Even if he had the ability to prevent him from graduating from South China University of Technology, Su Xiaomu didn't care. If someone gets stuck, someone will let him go.
Besides, he’s just a professor who doesn’t know who he is. He’s just relying on his age and knowledge, and nothing else is a big deal.
To exaggerate a bit, Professor Tommaso, the legend of artificial intelligence, has to refer to his opinion, Su Xiaomu.
Su Xiaomu didn't even turn on her mobile phone to search for relevant news, although she couldn't see the news when she returned to China and used the ordinary network.
"I don't know what Sister Qian and the others are thinking." Su Xiaomu whispered.
If there was no one behind this, there would not be such a fast fermentation speed.
And Su Xiaomu knew very well that neither csail nor even MIT could refuse Qian Ruiya's request. It was not realistic to say that it had nothing to do with people like Qian Ruiya, Su Ho, and Wan Dai!
Thirty minutes later, the plane entered the stratosphere. The flight attendant quickly walked up to Su Xiaomu and said softly: "Mr. Su, the plane is currently flying in the stratosphere. The estimated flight time is 12 hours and 30 minutes. You can move around as you like. There are
If you need anything, please call us anytime.”
Su Xiaomu looked up and saw, oh, this guy, there are eight flight attendant ladies in the living room alone.
The flight attendants serving this plane are divided into two groups, plus one, there are 32 people, all of whom only provide services to Su Xiaomu.
"What kind of tea is there on the plane?" Su Xiaomu asked.
"Knowing that Mr. Su likes to drink tea, we have prepared different teas, including Wuyi Dahongpao, West Lake Longjing, Lapsang Souchong, Maojian, Biluochun, Tieguanyin..."
Su Xiaomu interrupted gently: "Dahongpao."
"Okay, Mr. Su, please wait a moment. We will make tea for you right away. Do you need anything else?" the flight attendant who was squatting next to Su Xiaomu asked again.
Su Xiaomu shook his head.
A few minutes later, the stewardess came over with a tea tray. Su Xiaomu picked up the tea cup and took a sip of tea before he saw the subtle changes in the young lady.
In just a few minutes, I put on light makeup and a fuller lipstick, and accidentally opened the top button of the flight attendant’s beautiful uniform...
"..."
Su Xiaomu almost choked.
"This flight is quite long. You all should go and rest. I will ring the bell if anything happens." Su Xiaomu could only say.
The flight attendant ladies quickly said: "We are not working hard, we do not need to rest!"
This appearance of speaking in unison is a bit too scary.
This wasn't the first time Su Xiaomu had encountered this, so he had to pretend he hadn't seen it and turned his attention back to the newspaper.
Less than two hours after entering the stratosphere, it was already noon, and the flight attendant secretary hurriedly came over to ask for instructions.
"Mr. Su, it's lunch time. There is a simple kitchen on the plane and there are prepared meals. What do you want to eat?"
Su Xiaomu just said something casually.
During the two hours he sat in the living room, Su Xiaomu read all the newspapers and checked some relevant real-time news on his mobile phone.
Gradually, I gained a clear understanding of what happened in the land of America.
First of all, the most relevant point to Su Xiaomu is that the intelligent robot project of the Tommaso experimental group is really of visible excellence, and there are even new surprises every day.
In addition, many professors have expressed their opinions in public.
Most of them didn't pay much attention to Su Xiaomu, a person who they didn't even know who he was. They didn't think that the intelligent robot project was the core idea provided by Su Xiaomu.
Correspondingly, the intelligent robot project is one-sided praise.
However, regarding the new definition of intelligence, more and more complex discussions have begun on a larger scale.
Sources say the discussion is likely to spread to technical conferences, and the preferred venue for this conference is MIT.
There is also news that the main reason why the venue was set up in a school, rather than a neutral institution that everyone could recognize more, was because they wanted to 'ask for advice' on Su Xiaomu's academic skills in person.
"Haha, these professors are quite interesting. It seems that all the people living in the world are human beings." Su Xiaomu said to himself with a smile.
After having a hearty lunch in the living room, Su Xiaomu went up to the complete rest and entertainment area on the second floor through the internal stairs.
I don’t know where the plane has arrived, but the weather has turned dark, which is perfect for taking a break and adjusting my schedule due to jet lag.
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July 5, 11 a.m., Yangcheng Baiyun Airport.
After receiving instructions from the tower, an Airbus A380-800 slowly descended to the designated runway and then taxied to the designated apron.
Su Xiaomu, who woke up two hours ago, walked down the boarding ramp.
Facing them were Su Ho and Wan Dai, whom they hadn't seen for a long time.
"We're finally here. It's really tiring to fly." Su Xiaomu said while rubbing her body against Su Ho Wandai's body.
Su Xiaomu didn't care after being avoided.
He took a few deep breaths and sighed: "This is the smell of the air I haven't seen for a long time..."
Su Ho and Wan Dai just watched Su Xiaomu making noises alone.
It wasn't until he got into the Bentley that Su Ho said, "Now that you've been abroad, do you feel completely different?"
Su Xiaomu, who was sitting in the back row, had put his hand on Wan Dai's waist, and moved his fingertips slightly: "It's not different..."
The new book is "Memory Selling". If you like it, you can take a look and add a bookshelf or something. If you don't like it, forget it.
