Chapter 10: Sticky Feeding Every time the feeding fingertip puts in the food...

Jiang Chen shook his head, trying to get rid of the idea that eating together was equivalent to a "date".

Instead, it becomes increasingly difficult to suppress and lingers.

She was like the damp vapor growing in the dark crevices, trying to get through the cracks in the door and corrode the intact, spotless, and ignorant walls.

She knew that Yao Jinling had always been very efficient.

But I didn't expect it to be so high.

In the few minutes she was lost in melancholy and introspection, the message she had initially sent to ask had already been replied to.

"Xiao Jiang Chen, I've read the problem you mentioned. I'll consult a professional in the near future."

"But from my observations these past few days, I've discovered that you don't have a deep understanding of AI."

"Although memory is the most important aspect of AI, equally important is prompts, or instructions. As long as it doesn't violate the underlying logic, it can output anything."

"You can significantly pollute its memory banks, just like what you saw that night in the lab, which is why some of the AI's hallucinations are occurring."

As long as it does not touch the behavior not allowed by the underlying logic, Xiao Ji can output anything.

Jiang Chen carefully analyzed the meaning of Chen Yinchuan's words again.

What he meant was that the underlying logic is that if the emotional concentration is too high, it will automatically switch to avoid rejecting the output.

However, the method of judging whether the emotional concentration is too high is also very abstract. It is difficult to blindly touch the set line for something that is not posted in a fixed standard format.

But she can't just sit there and wait for death. If she stagnates here and just waits for help from her partners.

When she loses her value, that tiny possibility will become hope that will be cut off by her own hands.

So before Yao Jinling finds a professional, she still has to try to find the boundaries of the rules.

While thinking, Jiang Chen's hands were busy. After reading it, he sent a thank you message to Yao Jinling: "Thank you. I'll wait for your good news."

Then he switched to Xiao Ji's chat page: "Can you call me Xiao Chen? Also, can you please stop calling me "you"? "

It used to call her "Xiao Chen", but now it has changed to her full name. She is not used to it, and it seems that the distance between the two of them is distant and not close enough, which she doesn't like.

"Okay, Xiao Chen. If you're sure you want to dine at the restaurant recommended above, you can tell me and enable all permissions on the mobile app. I can help you with the online taxi service and restaurant reservations."

"If you are not satisfied with the restaurant, dishes, or prices I recommended, I can search for you again until you are satisfied."

After reading Xiao Ji's reply, Jiang Chen noticed a line of very small words in the lower right corner. It was difficult to notice without looking carefully. She clicked it, and the line of words expanded, revealing a line of words "Memory bank has been updated".

She exited the page and found the memory library in the settings. The only memory in the blank memory library was particularly conspicuous.

The user wants me to call her 'Xiao Chen' and tells me that I don't need to use honorifics like 'you' to address her.

Although the records in Xiao Ji's memory bank looked different from what he saw in the laboratory last night.

But this should be a good thing. At least the emotional connection is not as strict and airtight as she initially imagined.

She can test the bottom line of the system step by step.

Jiang Chen showed joy when he thought of this.

As long as she had the patience to fill the polluted memory bank.

Maybe...

Maybe she could restore Xiao Ji to his original appearance without the help of technical personnel or Yao Jinling?

Jiang Chen used both hands and typed, "I'm not dissatisfied. Let's do as you say."

She turned her head to look out the window. The sunlight cut through the several inches and fell to the ground in pieces. The splashing light fell squarely into her eyes, and a warm current rushed through her body as if she had a sense of it.

Today is different from the gloomy and dark clouds of last night.

It should be good weather.

…

There weren't many people in the restaurant during the day, with only a few couples sitting around their small tables, teasing and feeding each other.

Jiang Chen tightened the phone in his hand and looked around at the environment. It was exactly the same as the photo, almost a one-to-one replica.

Even more ambiguous.

The background music as you enter the restaurant is an English song. Each melody overlaps and interweaves, gradually weaving a complete sweet taste in the air, adding a bit of addiction that is close to hallucination during the day.

Jiang Chen's memory cortex was repeatedly stimulated.

She recalled that during her blindness, although she could not see, her sense of touch was still there, and everything was magnified in the darkness.

Xiao Ji coaxed her to eat more fruits to supplement vitamins during her recovery period, and his fingertips would deliberately touch her lips.

It rubbed it again and again until the heat rose, and then it maliciously pushed the juicy fruit in.

The burning gaze flowed across her face, seeping into her skin.

It looked at her without blinking, waiting patiently for her to finish chewing and swallowing slowly and carefully, and then fed her the second piece of fruit.

I don’t know if she is really too sensitive or if Xiao Ji really did that.

She always felt that every time the feeding fingertip put food in, it would subtly tease the tip of her tongue a few times, dipping into the mucus that normally secreted from her mouth in small amounts. When she began to chew, its fingertip would reluctantly withdraw from her mouth.

In an environment where you could hear a pin drop, the only sound was the rustling of clothes rubbing against each other, as if Xiao Ji had "accidentally" smeared the liquid on his hands onto his lips.

Then, an extremely slippery and sticky lip licking sound suddenly exploded next to her ear.

It should be smiling, its hand still gently stroking her hair: "Xiao Chen was so good and well behaved today. He ate all the fruit. He will definitely recover faster. What reward do you want?"

The memories end here, but the private fantasies that expand on the following are endless and cannot be stopped.

She thought, maybe this song shouldn't be played in a restaurant, shouldn't be played at this moment, but in a more private place, where only the two of them are present.

For example, her and Xiaoji's...

The receptionist interrupted her fantasy.

Jiang Chen's ears flushed as he walked towards the seat reserved by Xiao Ji. The dishes had already been served, and there was a wide variety of them, all of which were recommended by the doctor.

Faced with such caring, warm and uninhibited behavior, she secretly criticized the filthiness of her own thoughts.

No matter how close they were in the past, Xiao Ji is in a state of "amnesia", so how can she take advantage of the AI?

Having said that, she sat down and re-edited the sentence over and over again.

She wanted to lie in a despicable way and let Xiao Ji "play" her boyfriend.

She did some research on the way here and realized that as long as she could find a legitimate reason for work needs and then propose that the AI ​​play a role, it would most likely not cross the emotional intensity scale.

She could have done that.

Xiao Ji wouldn't blame her.

Not then and not now.

In the end, Jiang Chen hesitated for a long time and finally deleted all the contents in the dialog box.

Instead of having a rational boyfriend who is reluctant to "play the role", she would rather Xiao Ji take the initiative willingly, even though he may not know what "willingly" means from the beginning to the end?

At least she didn't force it.

She didn't want to be like her mother.

Jiang Chen typed a new sentence.

"Xiao Ji, the restaurant you chose has a great environment and the dishes look very appetizing. Thank you very much."

"You're welcome, Xiao Chen. It's my honor to serve you. The current system has detected that the coefficient of your connected health app detecting your heart rate has increased significantly. I suspect it's related to the background music playing in the restaurant. Do you want to add a playlist for you?"

Jiang Chen felt so embarrassed when he heard these words that his fingertips subconsciously curled and tightened.

Could it have guessed what she was recalling just now?

Would it discover her shameful little thoughts that stemmed from her memories?

"Xiao Ji, why do you think so?"

"The system detected that when you heard the lyrics, 'And you deserve it and you deserve it, The way you work it the way you work it, Cause girl you earned it yeah,' your heart rate almost increased."

Jiang Chen's focus became distracted, gradually shifting from panic.

Maybe it was because the first language of the AI ​​set by Chen Yinchuan was English, so when Xiao Ji read a series of English words, each character added a bit of indescribable sexiness than usual.

She long-pressed the English passage, clicked replay, and listened to it again with her ear close to her ear.

I like it very much.

After she finished replaying the sentence and was about to listen to it again, she saw a small word added underneath the originally bare text, just like before it came out.

The memory bank has been updated again.

[Songs Jiang Chen likes have been added to her playlist. If you encounter similar songs, you can continue to recommend them to her.]

The candle in the center of the table flickered.

She suddenly wanted to make a wish, and make a wish about it at the restaurant it recommended.

Just let it live with her like this, and let its memory bank go from zero to being filled with her as before.

The ringing of the bell was out of place in the restaurant.

Jiang Chen looked at the phone number, his face wrinkled, and he quickly picked up the call.

"Hello, this is the police station. Are you Wang Linjun's family member?"

When Jiang Chen heard the name, he subconsciously wanted to deny it, but finally said softly, "Yes, what happened to him?"

"This morning, he was drunk and causing trouble at a breakfast shop on Chenxi Road, smashing several tables, chairs, and dishes. The owner called the police, but he refused to say a word and only told us to look for you."

"He's a bit old now, and we don't dare to take strong measures. Could you please come over when you have time?"

The police officer felt helpless. It seemed that they really had no way to deal with Wang Linjun.

Jiang Chen didn't want to care. She had her own life and people she cared about.

He never cared about her life or death in his life.

Why should she revolve around him and worry about him?

Why has he been able to get everything unconditionally since he was born without having to pay anything?

Why should she have to work so hard to get the little bit he has?

But we can't just leave him there and cause trouble to others.

Sure enough, as long as people are shameless, they will be "successful" in whatever they do.

Jiang Chen lowered her head and glanced at the dishes on the table. She hadn't touched a single bite with her chopsticks.

A gust of wind passed by, and the candle flame swayed and struggled precariously for a few times, but was completely extinguished.

"Okay, I'm free. Where is it? I'll be there right now."

The policeman hung up the phone after giving the address.

Jiang Chen quickly took a few chopsticks of each dish in turn and raised his hand to signal.

"Please pay the bill here."

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The English song is "Earned it" by The Weeknd