Chapter 193: Got it wrong


With a rough hair coming out of the supermarket, Zhou Qingfeng held a cup of tea and shouted a taxi by the road. The days of the alien world are too bitter, eating, drinking, and sleeping are extremely rude. Recently mixed into the ant nest, I can only eat mushrooms.
Now a bite of sweet milk tea, Zhou Qingfeng drank endless aftertaste, with a look of intoxication.
From time to time, the driver who rented the car looked in the rear-view mirror to see Zhou Qingfeng's appearance like "poor children enter the city and drink milk tea and cry." Does it come out? "
Little office? This is not as good as the previous street children.
Uncle Zhou suddenly turned black, and replied very unpleasantly: "Master, don't worry about driving, can you?"
The driver laughed twice and asked, "I just think your hairstyle is pretty cool."
Zhou Qingfeng not only has a cool hairstyle? He just came out of the supermarket. Others looked at him at a young age, but he almost thought he had returned from Africa. This forced him to change his destination and find a barber to make his hair look better.
After packing her hair, Zhou Qingfeng took a bus to Tianyang University. This time he was not looking for to collect souls, but for professionals.
After returning to reality, the information network no longer exists. Child labor assistant Sophia also didn't have access. Forcing Zhou Qingfeng to rely on himself for everything. But just as he didn't learn mechanical forging, the problem of ant infectious diseases, he felt that he shouldn't bother.
Although Zhou Qingfeng was born from keyboard coolie, his level is not good. For data analysis, there is no deep understanding of artificial intelligence.
Tianyang used to have a computer college, but later merged into Tianyang University to become a computer department. Is it more time-saving to ask an expert from a university? As for how to ask? Spend money asking.
It's a pity that it was closed at the university. Except for necessary faculty and staff, no one is allowed in or out. This very time, lest the group of students come out to make trouble, which is also Zhou Qingfeng's own evil.
The teenager had to ask the school gatekeeper. Are those professors in the computer department who are more advanced and understand artificial intelligence?
What does the guard know? The other party asked Zhou Qingfeng to go to the school website to check.
There is no way to check the website is also the way.
So Zhou Qingfeng landed on the school's website and found many experts and professors. According to the contact information left on the website, he pretended that he was going to apply for a graduate student in the computer department, called the school department to ask, and asked the professor who had a high level.
But because the level is not high, Uncle Zhou himself exposed the filling. The person in charge of the department talked to him for a few words, and realized that ‘this kind of fool should not come to our school’, so I solemnly recommended a professor Zheng Ping to him.
"Professor Zheng's academic level is very high. He is generous and has a high moral standard. He treats his students as if he is a self-sufficient student. However, Professor Zheng is a bit older and now seems to be recovering in a hospital. Fan? "
The admissions office was just like kicking a ball, reporting an address and ward number, and kicking Uncle Zhou to the hospital. He hummed again and called for a taxi, hurriedly ran to the hospital.
When he arrived at the hospital, Zhou Qingfeng had to buy some fruits and so on, pretending to be visiting the visiting students, and asking the nurse in the inpatient department about the situation of Professor Zheng Ping.
The nurse looked at Zhou Qingfeng, looked at the fruit in his hand, and shook her head with a sigh. "Professor Zheng Ping has just caused respiratory problems due to heart failure. This will be rescued in the ward. You will not be able to see him."
"Oh, I'll wait." Zhou Qingfeng was irritated.
After that, the cry of family members came from the direction of the corridor of the hospital, and a few warders came out of a ward.
When the headed doctor arrived at the nurse's desk, he said, "The old Mr. Zheng in Room 503 failed in the rescue and we did our best. Wait for the family members to be more emotional and let the nurses send the body to the morgue."
The nurse was accustomed to this and came up with a stack of forms for the rescue doctor to fill out. Zhou Qingfeng tilted his head, watching the nurses and doctors did not pay attention to himself, and quietly walked to the door of ward 503.
There was a man standing in the room, crying at the bed covered with white cloth. It's just that the cry is more symbolic. After crying a few times, the voice weakened, but started to quarrel for the aftermath.
Zhou Qingfeng stood at the door of the ward and saw a white humanoid body floating on the bed. This imaginary body is old-fashioned and looks like he is 80 or 90 years old. It looked around the ward, sighed, and dissipated quickly.
The teenager hurried forward, reached out and grabbed his soul, and the devoid human form quickly contracted. This is an aging soul, and in the process of drawing, its quality is constantly decreasing.
The aging soul was originally blue, but changed from blue to cyan and then from cyan to green during the process of drawing. By the time Zhou Qingfeng's palm turned into a soul crystal, it had turned yellow.
The teenager came in a few steps, turned around after reaching out, and said ‘I ’m sorry, I ’m in the wrong place’. Although the family members in the ward were surprised, they couldn't see the soul crystal and were arguing. Although strange, they didn't ask any more questions, and let the teenager leave.
When Zhou Qingfeng left the ward, the yellow soul crystal had entered his mind and restored the appearance of a human ghost. He directly communicated with the other party: "Are you Professor Zheng Ping Zheng?"
The old man's soul was looking out, and he heard the voice, ‘Yes, I ’m Zheng Ping. ’
"Er, Professor Zheng, don't panic. The bad news is that you are dead, the good news is that your soul has not dissipated. My name is Zhou Qingfeng, which has a certain psychic peculiar function. You can call me Xiao Zhou and I will take you In my head. "
Zhou Qingfeng tried his best to explain, and left the hospital in a hurry. The soul of the old man quickly accepted the reality of his death, at most he was surprised that the soul could still exist.
"Xiao Zhou, where are you taking me?" Professor Zheng asked in his head.
"That's it. I recently had some trouble in the process of cutting monsters and removing monsters. A nest of mutant ant monsters got a highly infectious 'rot disease'. I need some pointers on artificial intelligence. I heard You are an expert in this area and come here for advice. "
"Artificial intelligence? I don't study this."
"Ah, what do you study?"
"I study urban planning, and the main direction is the harmless treatment of garbage."
Alas, this is too bad!
How could there be such an oolong?
Zhou Qingfeng talked about the situation of the department office, but Professor Zheng smiled bitterly: "You ask like this, most of the people in the department department think you are a mallet, and they must have sent you away. Or even playing with you. "
Dare to say that I am a mallet? !!
Zhou Qingfeng was furious and then had to admit that he was indeed a mallet. "It seems I have to ask someone else to ask."
"Tianyang University is just three books. Is the level of computer department can only train software application talents. The professors in the department cannot say that they do not understand artificial intelligence and data analysis, but they have not specifically studied this direction.
And me, garbage treatment may help a little bit, and other issues can only be used for reference. I'm afraid to admit you are disappointed. "
Alas, it feels like a trip.
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