Chapter 7 Do you... remember you drank yesterday...?
Wen Chu chuckled softly, sprawled out on the bed, let out a long sigh, and began to recall what other emotions the other person hadn't expressed.
This is like finding a needle in a haystack; who knows what the maximum is? But of course, the more the better.
She has collected enough negative emotions, but not a single positive one.
But then again, this guy is always unhappy and has a gloomy face. Won't he get breast nodules?
Wen Chu rolled around in bed, a question suddenly flashing through her mind: "What's the point of this beginner's mission? To generate as many positive emotions as possible... It's quite similar to how robots collect as many comprehensive samples and data as possible..."
She has been dealing with artificial intelligence for a long time, so it's inevitable that she will unconsciously gravitate towards that direction.
So, is the system issuing this task to... make Lu Ming 2.0, this two-dimensional paper doll, behave and think more like a living person?
Wen Chu was startled by her own choice of words, as if she were dealing with non-human beings.
No, no, no, paper figures are still people, still people... Don't scare yourself.
She paused for a moment, then looked at the ceiling and muttered to herself, "The word 'initialization' sounds like it's used for emotionless machines."
"So the main plot of this world is actually to make Lu Ming more human and relatable, and his level of affection for me is the standard for measuring that?"
"That's quite similar to model training. It goes from having no language function to having a basic language system, and then to being able to speak with the same tone as humans; from a stupid program that can only output based on probability, commands, and settings, to gradually becoming more human and having a certain degree of autonomy in artificial intelligence," the STEM woman said in this analogy.
So all her interactions with Lu Ming were just training data?
If Lu Ming didn't experience certain emotions during these three days, would he still feel them later? Probably. Otherwise, if the other person hadn't developed any feelings for him during these three days, and didn't know what it meant to be moved, how could they continue the relationship?
Why not call Wen Xue back so he can experience love? But can that be attributed to her?
Why was she the one teleported here to do this annoying mission?!
To say it's a perfect match in terms of major doesn't seem quite right! Any girl with high emotional intelligence, sensitive feelings, and rich dating experience could produce higher quality "training data" than her.
This reminded Wen Chu of the moment she was transported to this world, when she heard the system say something like, "The accumulated negative emotions have reached their limit."
It is known that she has always been an optimist and does not have a particularly strong sense of hostility. Moreover, the system is so hostile towards her that it is obviously not there to help her, but rather to punish her.
So this negative emotion is more likely referring to the negative feelings she has caused others? But she hasn't made enemies with anyone... A thought flashed through Wen Chu's mind: Damn, could it be that her newly developed companion robot has accumulated too many negative reviews in the past two months?
She sat up abruptly in bed.
Before coming here, the emotional robot she had spent two years developing had only been online for two months. It was originally her proud work, but after it went online, it received a lot of negative reviews, which perfectly matched the accumulated negative emotions mentioned by the system.
The more she thought about it, the more convinced she became that this was the reason, since it was the most important thing in her life.
But if she were to be punished for this, Wen Chu truly felt wronged.
The companion robot she created has all the functions a user could want, including things they couldn't even imagine, and it also has a certain degree of autonomy, truly deserving the title of "companion." Unfortunately, users have too high expectations, saying that it doesn't provide enough emotional value and doesn't satisfy their emotional needs. They hope the robot will have a stronger memory function, be able to remember more things from real life, and thus speak in a more humane way.
Wen Chu guessed that these opinions came from young men and women with strong emotional needs.
Please, giving robots emotions similar to humans is no easy task. Of course, she didn't want to change it—no, it's simply impossible to change it in the short term.
Besides, she has always focused on product practicality, so the instructions she designed can maximize the satisfaction of the needs of elderly people living alone or people living alone, making them feel convenient. As for emotional needs, normal chatting is no problem either. At most, it might just be a little too human-machine... But isn't that enough? People should be able to distinguish between reality and illusion. Companion robots are mainly about convenience and intelligence, not about romance. It is impossible for them to replace real people.
Moreover, Lu Ming had spoken to her about this issue before, and she had made some changes, spending a lot of money to buy the usage rights to tens of thousands of romance novels to feed to the model, hoping that it would better capture the hearts of the public. But even so, after its release, it was still criticized by the public...
Some say it's too old-fashioned, some say the answers are too greasy, and others say it's too rigid...
Then there was nothing she could do. The emotional issues of robots have always been a difficult problem in the technology industry. Emotion-derived algorithms are not easy to write and require a lot of research and development funds and energy. Wen Chu believed that it was not worth the effort.
She and Lu Ming argued for several days about whether to recall and rework the product, and she was even verbally attacked by him, who asked her if she had never been in a relationship, if she thought too directly, if she had no feelings, and if she was only interested in technology.
Wen Chu, who had been single for 26 years, was so angry that she stayed home and read romance novels to numb herself. But as soon as she finished reading a system transmigration novel, she was transported here.
So this damn system is actually doing justice for the people? Because she makes many people feel unloved, so it lets her transmigrate into a book to experience what it's like to love someone you can't have, and finds a sarcastic AI to annoy her?
"No way... I've had the worst luck in eight lifetimes... Am I being wronged?!" Wen Chu lay back on the bed in a stark, lifeless manner.
A sudden knock on the door pulled her back from her reverie. She steadied herself and called out, "Come in!"
Aunt Sun came in carrying a small ice pack, along with a plate of milk and cut fruit. "Miss Wen, please have some fruit after your meal. Milk helps you sleep, and you should apply ice to your feet to help them feel better."
Wen Chu thanked him and asked, "Did he ask you to prepare this?"
The aunt shook her head sheepishly.
Wen Chu wasn't surprised. "That's true, he probably wasn't that kind-hearted."
"But the young master saw it and didn't stop it," the aunt added to comfort her.
"It's alright, I don't mind. Thank you, Auntie, you're so kind." Wen Chu took her hand and hugged her waist at the same time.
It is warm, at human body temperature.
Wen Chu breathed a slight sigh of relief.
The initial shock of scaring herself subsided slightly, but if everything touched was ice-cold, she wouldn't be able to calmly and naturally move and converse among this group of "people."
After all, she's fearless except for ghosts; in that respect, she admits she's a little timid.
The auntie was a little embarrassed, but at the same time patted her on the back, "You should get some rest. If you need anything, just call me."
"Okay!"
After everyone left, Wen Chu ate some fruit and began to look around at her surroundings.
Lu Ming's house was filled with green plants, which looked pleasing to the eye and the faint fragrance of plants in the air made her feel much more relaxed.
The murals on the wall, however, seem to be a combination of the flamboyant and abstract styles, with a bunch of messy lines forming incomprehensible images, like a reflection of a person's inner state on the verge of madness.
The other displays are simple and understatedly luxurious, which aligns with Lu Ming's minimalist style.
Her mind was in turmoil. She wondered what it would be like once the other person's memory was reset after midnight, and how she would explain her presence at their house if they didn't remember her.
The reason she chose to stay was to prevent everything from going back to square one. Memories can be erased, but the present moment of intersection cannot.
As dawn broke, Wen Chu woke up with a sore back and aching waist after a long sleep. She was soon awakened by rustling sounds and footsteps coming downstairs.
She glanced at her phone; it was 6:10. He'd gotten up and gone to work.
I wonder if she still remembers that she lived in my house.
Thinking about it makes me a little nervous.
She rubbed her feet and found that her left foot was still a little sore, but thankfully she could walk. She hopped into the bathroom on one leg, quickly washed up, and then used the elegant dressing room add-on to change into a light pink suit with a single click.
Since imitating Wen Xue won't make that deadbeat man any gentler or kinder, then today I'll cosplay a sweet, green tea bitch!
If you're mean to me, I'll immediately become all fluffy! As the saying goes, you can't hit a smiling face.
She dressed herself neatly, looked in the mirror, and, satisfied with her appearance and beautiful face, opened the door while slumping her aching back.
But she was startled when she opened the door.
A large group of people stood at her door, their faces filled with panic as if her house were haunted.
Startled, she screamed and took two steps back, hiding behind the door.
What's going on??
Her presence clearly startled the group opposite her; several servants even exclaimed in surprise, "It's Miss Wen, not a thief..."
"But why is Miss Wen at home?"
"What are you doing here?" Lu Ming was clearly surprised to see her, and his disgust was almost overflowing, as if she had used some underhanded means.
Wen Chu glanced at her aunt again, and the aunt's face was now filled with surprise, the gentleness and kindness of yesterday gone, clearly indicating that she had forgotten about her.
fine.
It's all been cleared away, completely forgotten.
She immediately activated her pre-planned Plan A, tentatively asking, "Do you...remember you drank yesterday?"
Her words caused everyone to gasp for breath.
Did the young master get drunk and take Miss Wen home for the night?
They first looked at Wen Chu rubbing her lower back, then looked her up and down, their gazes falling on her bruised knees. Their expressions were quite varied. Xiao Yuan, being younger, even blushed and lowered her head.
Not to mention Lu Ming's expression.
System: "Detected that the male protagonist is showing signs of surprise."
System: "Detected that the male protagonist is showing signs of panic."
Wow, one sentence made a man have two emotions for me!
But that's not what I meant! Wen Chu's mind was in turmoil. How could these people think that way??
"What do you want to say? Do you want to say I was drunk and brought you home?" Lu Ming's jawline was taut, as if he would shatter if Wen Chu dared to say yes.
Wen Chu's eyelids twitched, and she realized that the other person would actually continue along with the background she had made up, which instantly gave her a lot more confidence.
Wen Chu held onto the door handle with one hand, feigning difficulty, and said, "Yes. You don't remember? You don't remember anything at all?"
System: "Detected that the male protagonist is experiencing a sense of confusion."
“I…” Lu Ming fell into deep thought, “I only remember seeing you yesterday morning.”
Wen Chu lowered her eyes, seemingly very disappointed that the person had forgotten her and what had happened between them.
Lu Ming frowned, eager for an answer: "What exactly happened? I would never do anything to you. Don't force me to check the surveillance footage."
System: "Detected that the male protagonist is showing signs of impatience."
There's surveillance footage?! I completely forgot about that! Wen Chu quickly called out to the system in her mind, "Can he see yesterday's surveillance footage?" It didn't feel like a bad thing for her.
Unfortunately, the system quickly poured cold water on the idea, saying, "No, yesterday's surveillance footage has been blocked."
fine.
Wen Chu was a little disappointed, but this way she could comfortably make up a story and give herself a "good person" card: "It's just that you were out socializing late at night and drank a bit too much. When you came back, I happened to run into you at the entrance of the community, so I took you from Luo Wen and took you home. Unfortunately, you're too heavy, and I twisted my ankle on the way to carry you home. I couldn't walk, so I had to stay in your guest room for the night. It's that simple."
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing this.
She opened the door wide and stepped out, her feigned coyness gone. She crossed her arms and leaned closer to the man, asking slyly, "Otherwise, what do you think happened? What are you planning to do to me now?"
Lu Ming took a few steps back, and fragments of that memory did indeed surface in his mind. His brows relaxed slightly, but he still had some doubts: "You would be so kind?"
"Of course I would, after all, I like you so much. Seeing you drink so much, I'm heartbroken. Doesn't your head hurt today?"
The aunt suddenly stepped forward and said, "Oh right, I remember now. It really happened. I was the one who got the medicine box for Miss Wen. I'm old and I was sleeping too late, so I was confused and thought it was a dream. I didn't remember it for a moment." The aunt patted her head in annoyance.
Hearing the same thing from someone he trusted, Lu Ming's expression finally improved, and he whispered back, "It doesn't hurt."
Wen Chu felt that she had grasped some of the rules of this world, but she still needed to sort them out a bit more.
She complained, "You don't seem to be in pain, but my foot still hurts."
"I didn't ask you to tell me what to do."
"What if you get picked up by some other woman with a different interest? Do you want all the gossip about you on the internet today? You should thank me."
"Don't try to sound so kind. Who knows what you're planning? You can go now." Lu Ming turned and went downstairs. "Auntie, prepare breakfast."
"Okay," the aunt replied, then asked, "Would you like to get Miss Wen a set of bowls and chopsticks as well?"
Lu Ming paused, then replied coldly, "Whatever."
The aunt then looked at Wen Chu and said politely, "Then Miss Wen, would you like to come down and have breakfast with us? Thank you for taking the young master home yesterday."
Wen Chuchao smiled and said okay.
But the feeling of being forgotten is actually not pleasant.
She limped down the stairs, holding onto the railing. Lu Ming below merely glanced at her without saying a word.
Wen Chu sat down opposite the person, picked up a small tomato and threw it into her mouth. The two ate in silence for a while, and then Wen Chu began to verify her guess, "Do you remember what you said to me last night?"
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