Chapter 71: Artificial Intellectual Disability (7)

He didn't use any force, just tickled.
Dongjun didn't move his fingers.
Lin Xun looked up at him and took a little care.
As soon as he looked up, he crashed into a pair of dark eyes.
Dongjun slowly took his hand back, moving slowly, but in the end he held it tightly.
Lin Xun said softly, "I will go to bed early."
"Huh?" Dong Jun leaned over and blocked the light of the desk lamp. Lin Xun suddenly dimmed in front of his eyes.
Only Dongjun said lightly: "You said the same before."
Lin Xun didn't dare to squeak. He looked at Dong Jun's eyes and wanted to shrink back.
Dongjun: "Don't be afraid."
Lin Xun: "No fear."
In order to show that he was not afraid, he gently scratched Dongjun's finger.
Dongjun: "Don't make trouble."
Lin Xun: "?"
What should I do?
He: "No trouble."
Seeing Dongjun smile, he took his paws away, kissed his forehead gently, and--did not do anything else, just asked: "Are you hungry?"
Lin Xun: "Hungry."
When he went out, he only had a random breakfast, and then fell asleep for nine hours. Normal people should be hungry.
Dongjun: "You are in poor health. You have porridge in the kitchen. Do you want to eat something else?"
Lin Xun shook his head: "It's gone."
He has no requirements for what he eats, and he has no special preferences, just eat it.
Dongjun: "Good."
He first fainted in the car of other people, it was almost like touching porcelain, Lin Xun felt a little embarrassed, and it was not quite appropriate.
Before taking action, he heard Dongjun saying: "Drink water first?"
Reason makes Lin Xun feel that he should quit, but he blurted out the words "good".
Dongjun smiled.
The little robot came and the glass filled with water.
Dongjun took the water from the robot's tray.
"It's not ice water," he said. "I don't think your physical condition is suitable."
Lin Xun: "Thank you."
Dongjun brought the glass closer.
Lin Xun took the past-in fact, Dong Jun first sent the cup to his hand, as if treating a handicapped person who could not take care of himself.
Lin Xun was not disabled. After drinking the water, he even thought he was completely well.
Dongjun took the empty glass again.
This care was too meticulous, he had never received such treatment from Lin Ting, Lin Xun said: "I..."
Dongjun looked at him.
He organized a wording for a while: "I'm a little uncomfortable."
Dongjun smiled.
At this moment, the pointer began to step on him.
The animal's furry paws moved, making Lin Xun tickle and laughed.
Then, it was taken away by Dongjun.
The pointer's ice-blue eyes are full of innocents: "Meow."
Lin Xun reached out and touched his head, confirming that it was a pointer with only a blank program frame-its behavior could not be blamed, just like any docile and beautiful kitten.
After touching, he said to Dongjun: "How old is it?"
Dongjun Road: "Six years old."
"But it's still small." Lin Xun glanced at the pointer's size: "So is it a rare species."
Dongjun’s finger lightly pressed on the back of the pointer, the pointer curled in his arms, his eyes looked at Lin Xun, but his eyes narrowed, and a soft grunt between his throats, apparently felt under the master’s touch Comfortable.
"In fact, I don't know." Only Dongjun said lightly: "It was a stray cat when it was very young."
Lin Xun: "Then you found it?"
Dongjun: "Well."
Lin Xun: "I also want to pick up cats."
Dongjun's voice is very soft: "If you want, the pointer can be raised for you."
This man, when he deliberately lowered his voice, the lethality almost made people faint. A slightly husky, velvety texture, like wine, soaked in the auditory nerves.
And the content of the speech can be called love words-when thinking of this, Lin Xun only reflected the fact that now he and Dongjun are getting along with the purpose of communication instead of getting friends. .
He looked away and changed the subject.
"I think I'm getting better," he said. "I will let my roommate pick me up after dinner."
Dongjun: "Then will I pick you up again tomorrow morning?"
Lin Xun: "."
He: "All right."
Without waiting for Dongjun to speak, he said again: "I try not to trouble you."
Dongjun: "I don't recommend you to use guests' attitudes tonight."
"The change of identity takes time." Lin Xun said: "I'm like a person who just knows the matrix now, you can't expect me to decipher the lattice code..."
Talking, he felt the direction of the dialogue was wrong.
Why didn't you come up with Dongjun consciously?
The next second, something he didn't expect happened-Dongjun also got on with him.
Dongjun: "I think your learning ability is enough for you to do this."
Lin Xun: "You overestimated me."
Dongjun put the pointer aside.
Dongjun looked at him.
Lin Xun blinked.
Dong Jun's tone is very cold-in fact, due to the tone, his tone is normally cold.
Dongjun: "I can give you three minutes to adjust."
Lin Xun: "This is tantamount to asking me to crack the NP-complete problem in three minutes."
Dongjun didn't speak.
One second, two seconds, three seconds.
At the 30th second, Lin Xun: "I'm a little hungry."
Dongjun glanced at him lightly: "Where to eat or restaurant?"
Lin Xun glanced at the ambiguous environment-the window was dark and dusky, and there was only a night light in the dim room.
He: "The restaurant."
Dongjun: "Get up."
Lin Xun got up.
In the meantime, Dongjun seems to have hit a button on the wall, the night light is off, the headlights of the room are lit, the warm yellow light reflects the whole picture of the room-very spacious room, floor-to-ceiling windows, balcony, lampshade is simple Nice rectangle.
Light beige wooden floor, the decor of the room is mainly white, some appliances are light gray, and it seems to be a bathroom through an indistinct glass door.
The side of the room corresponding to the floor-to-ceiling windows is the bookcase to the ceiling, and the integrated computer desk, the silver-white desktop computer is thin and smooth, and the shape of the host is very sci-fi. Kind of price.
On the remaining side of the room, there is a bar, as well as a refrigerator and wine cabinet embedded in the wall.
Overall, it is a horizontal and vertical room, transparent. There are no inexplicable corners, no circles, ellipses, wavy lines, and similar patterns, and there are no messy crystal chandeliers and flower branches decoration-no matter from which angle it is quite in line with Lin Xun's aesthetic, just like his dream room. .
"Room." Dongjun said: "I think you will like this style."
When he said this, Lin Xun had just stood up and Dongjun buckled the first button under his collar.
Lin Xun: "Is the room in your house the same size?"
"After all, you know," Dong Jundao said, "I'm not short of money."
Lin Xun: "Then I think you are a little low-key now."
"So you like a flamboyant style? Yinhe holds several real estate groups. If you are interested..."
"That's still not possible." Lin Xun denied: "It's fine here."
Dongjun smiled.
Dinner is very simple, Dongjun is not like someone who can enter the kitchen, so it is undoubtedly the product of the assembly line of the smart kitchen, but Lin Xun feels that he still fits his taste.
After dinner, the event may be to watch Dongjun's house-mainly those black technology equipment, most of which are not on the market-panoramic virtual walls and the like.
In addition, this simple three-story villa made of white and glass is very empty.
There is no other creature except the pointer and a small pot of cat grass.
When the night falls, there may be a little empty loneliness.
So he had to do something to dispel loneliness-Lin Xun held the pointer to watch Dongjun optimize the overall structure of Luoshen and watched for three hours.
In the regular keyboard knocking sound, at ten o'clock, he was sleepy again.
He said sincerely: "You write code like playing the piano."
"Thank you." Dongjun closed Glax and looked at him: "You seem to be sleeping."
"Maybe." Lin Xun said: "But I only slept for nine hours. I think it is a waste of life to go to bed now."
Dongjun raised an eyebrow: "I allow you to waste your life."
"I don't allow it," Lin Xun said: "Just looking at the thing you made, I have a little new idea, and I want to discuss it with you."
Dongjun: "You can discuss whatever you want in the dream."
Lin Xun: "..."
"You can't do this," the moment he was carried out of the study, he said: "You're like a dictator."
Dongjun: "I haven't said that I am not."
Lin Xun: "..."
It may be that the two of them have been in silence for too long, and the lights in the hallway gradually dimmed.
Dongjun: "Accompany me to work tomorrow?"
Lin Xun: "...um."
Dongjun: "Good night."
Lin Xun looked up at him: "...Good night."
No one moved.
For a long time, only listen to Dongjun said: "Are you used to it now?"
Lin Xun lowered his eyes, and in silence, he heard breathing.
After five seconds of inactivity, he leaned in and kissed a strand of hair falling from the ear of Qian Dongjun.
"Good night kiss." Maybe he thought he was still counseling, he said sullenly.
He heard Dongjun chuckling softly-a very low tone.
"I don't know what goodnight kisses are hair."
"...Now you know."
At the next moment, Dongjun leaned down slightly, raised his jaw with one hand, his lips were gently puffed, which was a very intimate contact. Although it was not intense, even gentle, Dongjun still Occupy the dominant position, causing him to be as soft as before due to lack of oxygen.
The time of the kiss was not long, maybe ten seconds, maybe thirty seconds, he was let go-his time was confusing, maybe this is the theory of relativity.
Dongjun: "Now you know it."
Lin Xun: "...Thank you Teacher Dong."
When he was finally sent back to the room, the moment he closed the door, he leaned back against the door panel and gasped lightly.
Who can stand this?
But he still has to resist.
Beauty can be dazed, but IQ can't be lost.
He made a voice call with Zhao Jijie, expressing his chaotic emotions, while banging on the memo.
"We insisted on getting real freedom, and we will never fall into the trap of love and be manipulated by another individual to control emotions and thoughts. As a result, you still haven't fulfilled, and you don't even end up at night. Stupid, algorithm. "" The sound of the architecture came from the headset.
Lin Xun: "I can't help it. I'm sure that if I go on like this, I will fall in love with him completely within three days."
"Do you know what love is? You can't say that easily, algorithm, you are still young."
Lin Xun: "Speak like you know."
"You won't know more than I do." Zhao Jianji said: "So where do you conclude that you are about to fall in love with him completely?"
Lin Xun puts the last period, closes the "doubtful point" folder, and looks away: "Skills need to be acquired by training. No talent, his knowledge will not appear out of thin air."
Zhao Jianshe: "This is common sense."
Lin Xun: "So I'm sour, you can't imagine my emotions now, I feel very uncomfortable."
Zhao Jianshe: "Huh?"
Lin Xun: "My eyes are turning red. I just want to know who he has learned these bells and whistles from, and I have a key suspect."
He waited for an answer from the architecture, and then waited for a cold, heartless tone.
"beep--"
Zhao Jianji hung up the call, maybe he felt that there was no need to talk to Lin Xun again.