Chapter 87: It is said that the US team is very technologically powerful?
The national team was divided into three groups, and with unprecedented focus and enthusiasm, they devoted themselves to the deduction and preparation of the next game. Everyone even skipped a break and worked hard from 8 a.m. to 12 noon.
Only then did I have time to sit down and have a bite of lunch.
Before they could swallow it, a stack of information was already placed on the edge of Ye Xiu and Yu Wenzhou's dining table.
"Lao Ye, Wenzhou, you'd better take the time to read this news."
The documents sent by Yang Cong were collected, translated, and printed by the media girls early in the morning, and then summarized and screened by the data team. Ye Xiu opened it with a spoon in his mouth. The first page was the mugshot of the captain of Team America.
, grinning his white teeth and talking eloquently into the microphone.
"Old Ye, look at this paragraph. 'Our data analyst made a great contribution in this competition...' He said that the estimated data he provided has an accuracy of over 95%!"
"Is it so accurate?" Ye Xiu stretched out his head to look. On the other side of the document, another head also stretched out, almost bumping into him.
"Luo Ji, did you hear that?"
"Yes, I heard it." Luo Ji nodded absently, still staring at the information: "What is the background of this data engineer... Oh, he is a PhD from Berkeley. I will check what direction he is in..."
He was holding the dinner plate in one hand and randomly touching his mobile phone with the other hand. His eyes wandered and he drifted away muttering. Ye Xiu turned around and saw him off. By the way, he said something to Yahuazi:
Although in the eyes of e-sports players like them, Luo Ji, who has completed his master's and Ph.D. degrees, is already an absolute academic master, his opponent is a graduated Ph.D., and his level... may really be as good as Luo Ji...
"Berkeley?"
Another person came to the table next to him. Su Mucheng, who only heard half of the story, looked curious:
"Isn't that a music conservatory?"
"That's the Berklee College of Music you're talking about, not the University of California, Berkeley..." Luo Ji's correcting voice came.
"Oh." Su Mucheng pursed her lips. Several contestants next to her breathed a sigh of relief at the same time. Classmate Baozi who forcibly dragged Luo Ji to eat immediately shouted:
"So it's a branch school! It's definitely not as good as Luo Ji, right?"
"Uh...Berkeley in California is very strong..." Luo Ji's weak defense gradually faded away: "Berkeley was actually the original University of California. Later, after various branch campuses were established, they were all called branch campuses...
Over there, there are 14 Fields Medal winners..."
As for the Nobel Prize in mathematics, how many winners does Luo Ji's university have?
I won’t mention it anymore, but I’m sad if I mention it.
Anyway, so far, no Chinese mathematician has won this award.
"Their data analysts summarize the data of each opponent, including four dimensions, other equipment points, skill points, and playing habits, etc. Then, specialized programmers input it into the server to create virtual players as sparring partners."
Yang Cong followed the instructions on the label and turned another page, pointing to the paragraph he had outlined with a highlighter:
"——Captain America claimed that this sparring method helped them maintain a very high winning rate in single matches."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah?"
Ye Xiu and Yu Wenzhou looked at each other. Their expressions became solemn at the same time. Ye Xiu reached out to turn the next page, but Yu Wenzhou raised his head and looked at Yang Cong? He whispered softly:
"They didn't beat Lao Ye either."
"Yes." Yang Cong looked serious:
"Because of the tight schedule, even if the virtual opponents are completed, the players still need enough time to practice. Is this the reason why they didn't win the last game? But the American team said that they have collected all the game videos of Lord Grim.
, further optimized the virtual players.”
Yang Cong took a deep breath and his tone became deeper and deeper:
"The report says that the winning rate of the battle between Captain America and the virtual Lord Grim has exceeded 60%."
"60?!"
There were at least seven or eight voices exclaiming at the same time. All the great players of the national team, Zhou Zekai, Wang Jiexi, Huang Shaotian? Who dares to say that they have a winning rate of more than 55% against Lord Grim? No one dares to say half or half. That Captain America
, how many games were played? Dare you say more than 60%?
"You're blowing it, right?"
"A bluff to scare us?"
"You think Lao Ye can be intimidated?"
Everyone was talking a lot. Amidst all the complaints, a calm question suddenly popped up:
"What does the virtual Lord Grim look like? What's the hand speed?"
Yang Cong looked at the person who asked the question. Is it Zhang Xinjie? The pastor of Tyranny? He is never so nervous that he loses control. Yang Cong lowered his head and turned over another page of information:
"Daily hand speed of more than 350? In every game, it will occasionally explode to more than 700, and the burst time does not exceed 10 seconds. - Captain America said that 40% of the failures are basically lost in the high burst stage."
This answer caused a period of silence among the players. The hand speed of 350 is almost Ye Xiu's daily hand speed in battles. This kind of explosion is really something that is rare. If you can fight such an opponent with a 60% winning rate
If...
"I found it!" A sudden cry suddenly rushed into the circle. Luo Ji raised his phone with one hand, his face full of excitement, and steam rising from his forehead:
"That PhD in mathematics was working on the direction of the Riemann function. I read his graduation thesis and demonstrated that the Riemann zeta function is in..."
"What……?"
Crackling, confused eyes everywhere.
"Uh..." Luo Ji finally realized that he was in the lunch restaurant of the Glory National Team, not in the tutor's office. He smiled coquettishly at everyone, and the hidden math master of the national team raised his head again.
Full of confidence:
"...All in all, he may not be better than me in estimating data!"
——There is a professor behind me!
"That's good!"
Ye Xiu responded loudly. He took the folder from Yang Cong and handed it to Luo Ji:
"Look, Luo Ji, if we use this idea to create virtual players, how likely is it to be accurately reproduced?"
Luo Ji quickly finished reading ten lines at a glance, and then froze on the spot, mumbling words, and was lost in thought for more than a minute. Looking at this, even if it did not enter a crash state, the CPU utilization rate was over 90%.
The needle drop could be heard at the scene, and the national team players did not dare to say anything. Only pairs of eyes stared at Luo Ji, as if they were looking through his head to see the hard drive spinning below, and the lines floating out of the hard drive.
data comes.
After a while, the robot suddenly shook and came to life. The most educated professional player in the China Glory League looked around with bright eyes:
"If there are enough data samples, we can make a virtual person with a similarity of more than 50%! The character data is set, the AI is intelligent, and the reaction logic is entered. For example, under what circumstances, there is a 50% probability of dragon teeth and a 50% probability of a chain.
sudden……"
"Can we have this kind of virtual player?"
Yu Wenzhou interrupted suddenly.
Ye Xiu quickly raised his eyes, glanced at him, and then narrowed his gaze. Yu Wenzhou has already had this idea...
Then, the other captains and masters here may be tempted too. Next season, many strong teams may try to develop their own virtual sparring partners, and a new round of arms race is about to begin...
Small teams, weak teams, and poor teams definitely do not have such technical level and financial strength. If the distance between teams is further widened, is it good or bad for the entire league?
Ye Xiu's thoughts were flying. Luo Ji was completely unaware of the subtle interaction between the two great masters. He subconsciously rubbed the document in his hand, rolled it up and flattened it, flattened it out and then rubbed it again. His brows were furrowed in pain.
thinking:
"I don't know how to program... I can only set the underlying logic and probabilities. It takes about a month or two from data collection and sorting to setting them up. I also need a programmer to help me..."
The more he spoke, the quieter he became. Yu Wenzhou's expression became more and more serious. Finally, he interrupted decisively:
"It seems we won't be able to use it this time. - What I didn't say, let's practice. Use practice to make up for everything!"
"good!"
The surrounding players responded loudly. There was a loud crash and the sound of chairs being pushed away. The players who had obviously finished eating couldn't wait to rush back to practice more. Before the first person could leave his seat, Ye Xiu coughed and raised his voice.
:
"Well, Luo Ji, how much do you think this virtual person can simulate me?"
"It's hard to say...if it's just a video of the game..." Luo Ji spoke more quietly:
"The AI I set is probably 30% at most...? 24 career switching is too difficult to predict... Also, 12 silver weapons skills... If I want to set it, I can fix a few combos at most, and then 120
Each skill is randomly switched to give players a chance to practice their reactions..."
"Then what are you afraid of?"
Ye Xiu burst out laughing:
"It's just a virtual person, so what if they win? Do you think they can beat me like this?!"
A relaxed, relieved laugh resounded.
——The following word count does not count——
When collecting materials, I asked a brother in the author group who has experience in studying abroad. Apart from Harvard, MIT, and Princeton, what other strong mathematics schools are there in the United States? The brother answered: Stanford and Berkeley, California.
After learning that I wanted to create such a great math master, my little brother added: Then he should be from Berkeley, California, which is my alma mater...