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The article that Xie Xihe was reading at this moment was definitely not a ready-made article, but one she had composed on the spot.
Artificial intelligence has made much progress in modern times compared to 20 years ago, but for Xie Xihe, who has witnessed the future of artificial intelligence, it is still far behind.
She did not go into more detail, but simply talked about the origin and development of artificial intelligence, and finally talked about the development direction of artificial intelligence that she had previously envisioned.
That was something she had envisioned in her previous life, but she died before she could implement it, so naturally there was no chance for her idea to become reality.
There was a ready-made blackboard and chalk on the podium. Xie Xihe glanced at it, grabbed the chalk and drew a structural diagram, briefly analyzing the directions in which artificial intelligence could be subdivided.
I was thinking while giving a speech, and accidentally deviated from my original plan... and talked too much.
It wasn't until the bell rang at Elite High School that Xie Xihe came to his senses.
I couldn't help but press my eyebrows.
After saying "sorry", he threw the chalk back into the chalk bucket and walked down from the podium.
Teachers: “…”
Students: “…”
No need to say “sorry”, really.
Although they didn't understand much, they really didn't mind her talking for a while longer.
The layman sees the excitement, while the expert sees the details.
All the members of the academic association were completely stunned!
Ning Zhihong stared blankly at the structural diagram that filled the entire small blackboard on the podium. Countless ideas and concepts emerged in his mind, and some of the ideas that were not very clear before suddenly became clear at this moment.
He was so excited that his whole body was shaking, and he pointed at the blackboard with a trembling finger: "President... President..."
An Qing was also a little dazed.
He was too familiar with such scenes. He never dreamed that he would be able to hear her speech again after nineteen years. His heart felt as if it was soaked in water, full and swollen.
Xie Mingzhu was also stunned.
She stared blankly at the blackboard, and blankly at Xie Xihe who walked past her without even glancing at her, her heart trembling uncontrollably.
She has already lost.
At this moment, Xie Mingzhu realized this very clearly.
Whether it was the content of the speech, the pronunciation, or the posture and demeanor of the speech, she knew that she could not compare to Xie Xihe, let alone win the competition.
There is no need to compare at all.
But even though she knew there was no chance of winning, at this moment, under the gaze of the two hundred people at the scene and tens of thousands of spectators outside, she had to go up even if she didn't want to.
Xie Mingzhu didn't know how she took her first step, nor how she walked onto the podium. When she came to her senses, she was already standing in the center of the podium.
She felt her mind was in a mess, but she still spoke mechanically: "The topic of my speech is..."
While reciting unconsciously, she walked to the small blackboard, picked up the eraser and wanted to erase the structural diagram on the blackboard that made her heart ache just by looking at it, but she only had time to raise her hand when she was stopped by a loud shout.
"stop!!"
Ning Zhihong shouted loudly, not even caring about the competition venue. He rushed to the podium in two steps, snatched the blackboard eraser from Xie Mingzhu's hand, and pushed the small blackboard to a place far away from Xie Mingzhu as if it was protecting a priceless treasure.
His eyes were filled with heavy anger: "What do you want?"
Xie Mingzhu's right hand was still raised, and she stood stiffly in the same place: "I... I'm giving a speech and need to use the blackboard..."
Ning Zhihong was almost laughed out of anger by her, but in front of so many people, he couldn't question her face to face, "It's just a dialogue, why do you need a blackboard?"
After taking a deep breath to suppress his anger, he waved behind him and pointed to another small blackboard on the side of the podium and ordered, "Bring that small blackboard over to classmate Xie Mingzhu."
After he finished speaking, he didn't say anything else and personally carried the small blackboard covered with structural diagrams down from the podium.
The movements were careful and the attitude was pious, as if he was treating his most beloved treasure.
Xie Mingzhu clenched her hands tightly around the microphone, and the familiar embarrassment and jealousy once again surged uncontrollably into her heart.
"Go on."
An Qing's cold voice came from the side of the stage. Xie Mingzhu came to her senses and could only turn around and continue her speech.
But maybe it was because she was not proficient in reciting or because she was in a restless mood, but after reciting the first paragraph, Xie Mingzhu suddenly couldn't remember the next content.
The more she couldn't remember, the more panicked she became, and her mind was almost blank.
Xie Mingzhu's face was pale, and she bit her lower lip tightly with her teeth, but after a full minute, she only uttered a few fragmented words.
Countless doubtful eyes fell on her, and Xie Mingzhu seemed to hear laughter and disdain coming from all directions.
She finally couldn't hold on any longer, dropped the microphone, and rushed off the stage as if escaping. She didn't even look back at the elite high school team, and rushed out of the venue directly.
Only the clean little blackboard was left standing quietly on the stage.
Xiang Weiwei's face, which had been ashen since Xie Xihe's speech, became even uglier. Receiving mocking looks from all directions, she almost wished she could dig a hole in the ground and crawl into it!
Damn it!
Not only is Xie Xihe born to be against her, but even Xie Mingzhu is a good-for-nothing!
At least she had memorized the manuscript. Even if she lost, she should lose gracefully and not retreat without a fight... She has brought shame to the elites!
Her face was completely humiliated!
The result of the game is obvious.
Xie Xihe wins!
Dawn Light successfully won the first point!
Although anyone with brains had guessed the result, everyone couldn't help but cheer the moment Ning Zhihong announced the result, and the internet was almost exploding with excitement!
[Wow, my Xibao is really awesome. Miss Xiangsi, where is Miss Xiangsi? Please release an English song album for Miss Xihe!]
[Come on, come on, all those haters who criticized my Xibao for being the worst in grades and being useless, come out and let’s have a good talk.]
I finally understand why Xie Xihe gave up her studies to join the entertainment industry. With her level of ability, high school studies should be a piece of cake.
[As expected of a girl who was accepted into Dawn of Light, and as expected of a girl I'm a fan of, Xibao is truly amazing!]
I just did some searching and finally found the identity of the person who took the stage last. Ning Zhihong, an intermediate member of the Chinese Academic Association! An academician-level figure! Specializing in artificial intelligence! Such a person actually clings to my Xibao's blackboard writing and won't let go. Think about it, think about it carefully!
I don’t want to say anything, I just want to scream, Aa ...
【……】
An Qing looked at the live broadcast barrage that had completely changed the trend, and a happy smile appeared on the corner of his lips.
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