Coming out of the supermarket with a messy head of hair, Zhou Qingfeng held a cup of milk tea and hailed a taxi on the side of the road. Life in the other world was too hard, and he had to eat, drink, sleep, and sleep very poorly. He recently wandered into an ant nest.
, actually can only eat mushrooms.
Now taking a sip of sweet milk tea, Zhou Qingfeng drank it with endless aftertaste and looked intoxicated.
The taxi driver glanced in the rearview mirror from time to time and saw that Zhou Qingfeng looked like a "poor kid coming to the city and would cry even if he drank milk tea." He couldn't help but ask: "Baby, are you just growing up?"
Do you care about those who come out?"
Juvenile detention center? This is not as good as the street children from last time.
Uncle Zhou's face instantly darkened, and he replied unhappily: "Master, drive well and don't think blindly, okay?"
The driver chuckled and asked again: "I just think your hair style is quite cool."
Zhou Qingfeng not only has a cool hair style? He just came out of the supermarket. People saw that he was young but had a weathered face. They almost thought he had returned from fleeing Africa. This forced him to change his destination and find a barber shop to get his hair done first.
Better looking.
After tidying up his hair, Zhou Qingfeng took the bus to Tianyang University. This time he was not going to find a nigger to collect his soul, but to find a professional.
After returning to reality, the information network no longer existed. The child labor assistant Sophia was no longer needed, forcing Zhou Qingfeng to rely on himself for everything. But just as he couldn't learn mechanical forging, he felt that the problem of ant contagion was
It's better not to waste your efforts.
Although Zhou Qingfeng was born as a keyboard coolie, his level is not very good. He does not have a deep understanding of data analysis, artificial intelligence and the like.
There used to be a computer college in Tianyang City, and later it was merged into Tianyang University and became the Department of Computer Science. Wouldn’t it save time to ask experts at the university? As for how to ask? Just pay to ask.
It's a pity... When I arrived at the university, I found out that the school was closed. Except for necessary faculty and staff, no one else was allowed in or out. In these extraordinary times, it was necessary to prevent those students from coming out to cause trouble - this was Zhou Qingfeng's own fault.
The boy had no choice but to ask the school guard... Are there any professors in the computer department who are higher-level and understand artificial intelligence?
What does the guard know? He casually asked Zhou Qingfeng to go to the school website to check.
There is no other way, the only way is to check on the website.
So Zhou Qingfeng logged on to the school's website and found many experts and professors. According to the contact information left on the website, he pretended that he wanted to apply for a graduate degree in the computer department, and called the school department office to ask which professor was good.
But because his level was not high, Uncle Zhou revealed his secret. After chatting with him for a few words, the department manager thought, "It would be better for such a fool not to come to our school." So he solemnly recommended Zheng Ping Zheng to him.
professor.
"Professor Zheng's academic level is very high. He is a generous person and a noble teacher. He treats his students as his own children and teaches them all. However, Professor Zheng is a bit old and seems to be recuperating in the hospital. Why don't you go visit him first?
Fan?"
The Admissions Office was just playing ball, reporting the address and ward number, and then kicked Uncle Zhou to the hospital. He grunted and called a taxi, and ran to the hospital in a hurry.
When he arrived at the hospital, Zhou Qingfeng had to buy some fruits and the like, pretending to be a student who came to visit him, and asked the nurse in the inpatient department about Professor Zheng Ping's condition.
The nurse looked at Zhou Qingfeng and then looked at the fruit in his hand. She shook her head with a sigh and said, "Professor Zheng Ping just suffered from respiratory failure due to heart failure. He is currently in the ward rescuing him. You can't see him now."
"Oh..., I'll wait a moment." Zhou Qingfeng was very irritated.
Just after saying this, the cry of family members could be heard from the corridor of the hospital, and several medical staff came out of a ward.
When the leading doctor arrived at the nurse's desk, he said: "The rescue of Mr. Zheng in Room 503 failed. We tried our best. When the family's emotions stabilize, let the nurses take the body to the morgue."
The nurse had long been accustomed to this and took out a stack of forms for the rescue doctor to fill out. Zhou Qingfeng tilted his head, seeing that neither the nurse nor the doctor noticed him, and quietly walked to the door of Ward 503.
There was a large family standing in the room, crying towards the hospital bed covered with white cloth. But the crying was more symbolic. After crying for a few times, the sound weakened, and they started to argue about the funeral arrangements.
Zhou Qingfeng stood at the door of the ward and saw a white humanoid body floating on the bed. The body looked old and looked about ten years old. It looked around at the scene in the ward, sighed, and quickly dissipated.
.
The young man hurriedly stepped forward, stretched out his hand to grab the soul, and the blurred human form shrank rapidly. This was an aging soul, and its quality continued to decline during the absorption process.
The aging soul was originally blue, but during the absorption process it changed from blue to cyan, and then from cyan to green. By the time Zhou Qingfeng's palm turned into soul crystal, it had turned yellow.
The young man came in for a few steps, stretched out his hand, then turned around and said, "Sorry, I'm in the wrong place." Although the family members in the ward were surprised, they couldn't see that Soul Crystal was making noise again. Although they were surprised, they didn't bother anymore and let it go.
The boy left.
By the time Zhou Qingfeng left the ward, the yellow soul crystal had entered his mind and returned to its human form. He directly communicated with the other party: "Are you Professor Zheng Pingzheng?"
The old man's soul was looking around when he heard the voice and said, 'Yes, I am Zheng Ping.'
"Uh... Professor Zheng, don't panic. The bad news is that you are dead, but the good news is that your soul has not dissipated. My name is Zhou Qingfeng, and I have some psychic powers. You can call me Xiao
Zhou, I have taken you into my mind."
Zhou Qingfeng tried his best to explain and left the hospital in a hurry. The old man's soul quickly accepted the reality of his death. At most, he was surprised that his soul could still exist.
"Xiao Zhou, where are you taking me?" Professor Zheng asked in his mind.
"It's like this. I recently encountered some trouble in the process of slaying demons. There is a nest of mutated ant monsters that have a highly contagious 'rotting disease'. I need some advice on artificial intelligence. I heard that
You are an expert in this field and have come here specifically to ask for advice."
"Artificial intelligence? I don't study this area."
"Ah..., what are you studying?"
"I study urban planning, and my main focus is the harmless disposal of garbage."
Eh..., this is too far behind!
How could there be such an oolong?
Zhou Qingfeng told the department office everything he knew, and Professor Zheng smiled bitterly and said: "If you ask like this, the department office will most likely think you are just a stick, and they will definitely send you away casually.
Even toying with you."
Bangchui... How dare you say that I am a stickman?!
Zhou Qingfeng was furious, and then he had to admit that he was indeed a stick, "It seems I have to find someone else to ask."
"Cheonyang University only has three schools. The level of its computer department can only cultivate software application talents. It cannot be said that the professors in the department do not understand artificial intelligence and data analysis, but they do not specialize in this direction.
As for me, maybe I can help a little bit with the garbage disposal. For other issues, I can only give you a certain reference. I’m afraid I’m going to disappoint you.”