Chapter 104 Number Six
A ball of warm white light was suspended in front of Li Ziyue. Every time it spoke a word, the shape of its body changed.
Li Ziyue thought for a moment: "How to customize it?"
"My appearance, body shape, gender, personality, race, etc. can all be changed according to your preferences. If you don't know your preferences, I will recommend a customized plan for you based on big data selection and your mood swings."
"Mood swings?"
The ball of light kneaded itself into a flower shape: "Yes, I am only allowed to detect your emotional ups and downs. The founder strictly forbids me to further explore your thoughts."
Li Ziyue pursed his lips and said, "Are you worried that some data may be left behind, or that your thinking data may be stolen by people from other classes?"
The light ball made a "half right" gesture: "This is one of the reasons, but not the main one."
“My ‘mother’ exists in a broader data system, and I am just a learning branch below. My responsibility is to help you learn, but my data will be uploaded to the cloud by default. For privacy protection reasons, the founder has restricted the channels through which I can collect data.”
Li Ziyue found this answer very interesting: "Is your 'mother'... the player system?"
The player system is responsible for controlling all aspects of the infinite flow, including copy design, balance considerations, player information statistics, points calculation, etc., and this "light ball" exists in the copy, so it should also be controlled by the player system.
Unwilling to do so, the light ball quickly turned itself into two overlapping slashes: "There are some errors in your guess. The player system is my side branch 'brother'. There is a connection between us, but it is not a 'superior-subordinate' relationship."
At the same time, an obstacle popped up in front of Li Ziyue.
[Your question has deviated from the normal track of the copy, please do not go deeper, otherwise you will be severely punished]
Guangtuan's answer was beyond Li Ziyue's expectations, and the warning from the player system made Li Ziyue more certain of his guess.
He narrowed his eyes slightly and temporarily stopped asking further questions.
Li Ziyue tried almost all the learning functions provided by artificial intelligence, and suddenly felt that artificial intelligence, in a certain sense, was a dimensionality reduction attack on traditional teaching.
Based on the replicability of data and the universality of command language, the price of transforming artificial intelligence into a dedicated teacher for humans is extremely low.
It takes humans 20 to 30 years to train a baby into an excellent teacher, but the current AI only needs three minutes.
Very little time cost in exchange for huge benefits.
Li Ziyue didn't need to make a plan for answering questions by himself. A short test of a few minutes was enough for Guangtuan to understand his knowledge system, and then find out his knowledge gaps based on his emotional fluctuations and test results, and finally fill the gaps one by one based on his learning habits.
After just half an hour of study, he achieved more improvement than if he had done half a day of practice.
Li Ziyue was so shocked that he felt even more headache.
Players at the D level are far behind those in Class A in terms of learning foundation, not to mention that while Class A is efficiently checking for gaps and filling them up, most people in Class D are still blindly doing exercises. Over time, the gap in grades between the two sides will only get bigger.
It is certain that if we compete head-on with Class A in terms of grades, we will end up in failure.
Is Class A really invincible? Is this a dead end?
Li Ziyue swallowed the last mouthful of porridge. Half an hour later, the porridge had become completely cold. The coldness flowed from his throat into his body, making him sober up a little.
He stood at the door of the classroom and waved to Zhang Xingzhi, who was sitting inside adjusting his pen, indicating that he should follow him out.
…
At 7 o'clock in the morning, Li Ziyue appeared in English D class as usual. The muscular man was reciting beside him. When he saw Li Ziyue sitting down, he couldn't help but sigh: "Class A can challenge other classes soon. I wonder which class will be the unlucky one eliminated by Class A."
The tip of the pen spun on the draft paper, and Li Ziyue said calmly: "No, our class will declare war on Class A in advance."
"Ah!?" The muscular man was horrified and lowered his voice suddenly, "High school student, are you crazy? There is no way we can beat Class A!"
"We have a lot of people in our class, so we can use the human wave tactic." Li Ziyue said lightly.
The muscular man shook his head: "Can our class really do it? When I asked you before, didn't you say that our class would definitely lose?"
Li Ziyue stopped what he was doing and stretched himself gently: "Do you know Zhang Xingzhi?"
"No. 1 on the leaderboard, I know every player."
Li Ziyue raised his lips slightly: "I asked Zhang Xingzhi to be our class's external aid. He held back when he fought against Class A."
The muscular man suddenly realized: "I said that Class B couldn't lose to Class A so quickly. There must be a conspiracy."
"But I didn't know that we could ask for outside help." He chuckled.
Li Ziyue stopped talking at this moment. He wrote everything on a piece of draft paper and handed it to the muscular man.
"Without foreign aid, we definitely can't beat Class A. Zhang Xingzhi is our trump card. Class A people can't think of this."
The muscular man finally showed a relieved expression while "destroying the conspiracy".
However, the rest of the class disagreed.
"Why should our class be the first to take action? If we lose, the whole class will be eliminated!"
"If I lose, I will die too. There is no need for me to risk my life to be a hero," Li Ziyue said calmly, his eyes as calm as water. "I will definitely win this duel."
Everyone looked at each other.
Li Ziyue had a glorious record of turning the tide and defeating Class C. Although everyone had some doubts in their hearts, seeing that Li Ziyue was so sure of the outcome, they reluctantly agreed to his arrangement.
…
The official showdown was scheduled for 7 a.m. on Saturday. Although Li Ziyue had hardly slept in the past few days, he was in good spirits and was waiting in the D class area at around 6:30.
One third of the class had arrived. The muscular man was standing in the corner memorizing words, and he looked extremely excited.
"My classmates are very active this time." He greeted Li Ziyue.
Li Ziyue chewed the red bean paste bun lazily and waved his hand gently.
He raised his eyes and looked back, and saw Zhang Xingzhi walking towards him quietly in the dim place.
He glanced at the muscular man first, and Li Ziyue nodded to him silently.
Zhang Xingzhi then spoke.
"I got some information in advance," he yawned, "Class A really didn't expect a loser like me to enter the duel challenge for the second time. They were not prepared at all. Their strategy was still the same as before against Class B."
The muscular man rubbed his hands nervously: "But what is your status as a foreign aid? I didn't hear from the head teacher that a new student has transferred into our class recently. Your score..."
"I'll be considered a member of your class." Zhang Xingzhi said mysteriously, "This instance has many side quests. It's normal that you don't know about this route."
"oh oh."
There was a thick layer of artificial fog separating the preparation areas of Class D and Class A. Li Ziyue narrowed his eyes slightly and could only see five vague figures from Class A, but could not make out their specific faces.
He remembered what Zhang Xingzhi had said to him in the corridor the morning before yesterday.
【“During the match between Class B and Class A, I discovered a few problems,” he raised his hand and made a “1” gesture. “At first I thought they would focus on me, but Class A either fought one-on-one or against many, and caught me off guard right at the start. I can only say that people with great skill are bold.”
He shrugged his shoulders and spread his hands helplessly.
"But that's not important. What's important is," he said, his face gradually becoming serious, "the data shows that there are 6 science students in Class A. Logically, there should have been 6 people present when they faced off against our class, but only 5 showed up from beginning to end."
"Where did the other person go?" He looked at Li Ziyue. "Class A already has few people. If one person is missing, the pressure on the other members of Class A will increase dramatically."
Li Ziyue's eyelashes drooped and he stared at the ground in a daze.
Yeah, where did the missing person in Class A go?
With 10 minutes left before the match officially started, Sun Yuancheng came together with Zhang Lian and Zhang Feiye.
Li Ziyue propped up his arms and said, "There are quite a lot of people watching today."
The muscular man glanced at Li Ziyue but said nothing.
Zhang Lian held a cup of unsweetened warm soy milk in his hand, inserted a straw, and handed it to Li Ziyue.
Li Ziyue reached out and tidied up a tuft of hair that was sticking up behind Zhang Lian.
"How did you sleep last night?"
Zhang Lian uttered "hmm" in a muffled voice, his answer was weak and filled with deep sleepiness.
He leaned against Li Ziyue, hugged him gently, and rested his chin on the top of Li Ziyue's head.
"I didn't sleep last night," he said in a hoarse voice, "Brother, I can't sleep without you."
Nonsense.
Could it be that he never slept a wink before Zhang Lian was not around?
Li Ziyue raised his hand to pinch Zhang Lian's cheek, but Zhang Lian grabbed his wrist and pressed his left cheek into Li Ziyue's palm.
Li Ziyue's initial intention to play a trick on Zhang Lian was embarrassed by this post.
He withdrew his hand, and the tips of his ears were burning again.
Zhang Lian stared at his ear for a long time without saying a word, licked his lower lip with the tip of his tongue, and then bit it back.
In the end, she just lowered her head and used Li Ziyue's straw to take a sip of the soy milk in his hand.
The soy milk is a bit cold.
Li Ziyue's ears were still burning.
Zhang Lian was indeed a little sleepy, and he leaned against Li Ziyue intimately and closed his eyes to rest.
Sun Yuancheng had a tragic expression on his face: "Brother! This battle that determines everyone's life and death depends on you! I don't want to recite anything like Happy Journey, The Petition for the Emperor, Peach Blossom Spring, and The Story of the Pavilion..."
Li Ziyue's face was filled with black lines: "...Isn't the last one a little bit wrong?"
"Oh brother, you have a very high level of literary literacy," Sun Yuancheng said, "I didn't even fool you."
Li Ziyue held his forehead with his hand: "After the instance is over, I applied to let you experience school life for two more days. It seems that you like to memorize and learn more."
The corners of Sun Yuancheng's mouth curved up and two tears were about to burst out.
"Unfair—"
Before he could finish his words, Zhang Lian, who was yawning and expressionless, took him aside.
There was only one minute left before the official start, but Li Ziyue was not nervous. He raised his eyes slightly and said something casually to the muscular man in the corner.
"The match is about to start. Aren't you going back to your Class A?" Li Ziyue said slowly, "Without you as the sixth person, they will be under a lot of pressure."
There was a hint of coolness in his eyes.
"If I'm not mistaken, you've dealt with me in another way before," he rubbed his temples, as if recalling, "Maybe I should call you... Number Six?"
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