As you walk through the interactive exhibition area where light and shadow intertwine, an AI-simulated butterfly pauses briefly on Yu Jiuyuan's shoulder, its wings fluttering and creating a virtual breeze.
She raised her hand and gently waved it, and the butterfly vanished in a string of fluorescent light, leaving her fingertips with the tactile sensation simulated by the algorithm.
"This motion-sensing interaction technology is 37% more advanced than that shown at last year's exhibition."
Xie Zhecheng's voice came from beside him. His tablet was recording data in real time, "But the latency problem is still not solved. The frame rate dropped by 12 when the butterfly disappeared just now."
Yu Jiuyuan smiled and turned to look at Lin Yanran, who was following behind her.
The boy was grinning at a fighting robot, his fingers flying across the virtual control screen, the hood of his windbreaker slid down to the back of his head, revealing his forehead covered in sweat-dampened bangs.
"Officer Lin, where are your records?" she asked loudly.
Lin Yanran hurriedly paused the battle, raised her tablet and took a picture of the robot: "Got it! This crappy machine is too slow, not even as agile as the character in my mobile game."
"Its core algorithm focuses on defense, not speed."
Yu Jiuyuan approached, tapped a few times on the control screen, and brought up the robot's parameter panel. "Look here, the defense threshold is set too high, causing a delay in the attack response."
Her movements were fluid and natural, clearly showing that she was familiar with mechanical principles.
Lin Yanran was stunned for a moment, watching her slender fingers dance across the screen full of code, and suddenly felt that her previous complaint was a bit childish.
Xie Zhecheng noticed it too, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.
He knew Yu Jiuyuan was omnipotent, but he never expected her to even understand AI algorithms. This woman was like an inexhaustible treasure trove, always able to reveal her astonishing brilliance unexpectedly.
"It seems that the student council president not only knows how to manage people, but also understands these things." Lin Yanran turned her face away, her tone still a little awkward, but without the impatience from before.
"I only know a little bit." Yu Jiuyuan exited the interface with a faint smile. "After all, we're having a Science and Technology Week next semester, so I'm doing some homework in advance."
She turned and walked towards the next exhibition area, the tassels of her shawl swaying gently behind her. Xie Zhecheng watched her back and suddenly quickened his pace to catch up: "Don't take Su Mingyu's words to heart."
“I didn’t take it to heart.” Yu Jiuyuan turned her head to look at him. Sunlight streamed through the glass dome of the exhibition hall and fell on her face, casting a light shadow on her eyelashes. “But you seem to be very afraid that I will misunderstand Rong Shenghan.”
Xie Zhecheng paused, his ears turning slightly red: "I just... don't want to see any discord develop within the student council."
This excuse isn't very clever.
Looking at his taut jawline, Yu Jiuyuan suddenly felt that 77's favorability towards her was a little subtle.
He wasn't quite at the point where he couldn't live without her, yet he harbored an irresistible attraction to her, like a fruit about to ripen, ready to fall if given a little more warmth.
"Don't worry, I'm not that petty." She chuckled lightly, her tone cheerful. "Besides, I know Rong Shenghan better than anyone else what kind of person he is."
That's half true and half false.
She did understand Rong Shenghan's disguise better than Xie Zhecheng and Lin Yanran, but she also admitted that she still couldn't fully see through the man's thoughts hidden behind his gentle mask.
Just like he said, "I'm going home to take care of some business." Does that really mean he's dealing with family matters, or is it related to the Su family?
Just as I was pondering this, a commotion suddenly arose ahead.
Lin Yanran, with her sharp eyes, was the first to shout, "They're arguing over there!"
The three walked quickly over and saw a crowd gathered in front of the Zhihe Technology booth. An elderly man in a research coat was pointing at the "Lingxi" AI and angrily rebuking it: "This is outright fraud! Using a pre-programmed program to impersonate emotional simulation, do you think we academics are all idiots?"
Su Mingyu stood opposite the old man, a smile still on his face, but his eyes were as cold as ice: "Professor Zhang, you need to provide evidence when you speak. Lingxi's core algorithm has been internationally certified, and it cannot be denied by just a few words."
"Certification? I bet they bribed the judging panel!"
The old man trembled with anger, pointing at the AI's chest, "It has no real-time learning ability at all. Just now I deliberately said the opposite of what I meant, and its emotional response was delayed by a full three seconds. Is this the groundbreaking technology you've been touting?"
The surrounding chatter grew louder, and many people began taking out their phones to film.
Xie Zhecheng frowned: "Professor Zhang is an authority in the field of artificial intelligence ethics; he wouldn't speak without reason."
Yu Jiuyuan didn't speak, but just stared at the AI that kept smiling.
Its eyes were too perfect, so perfect that they seemed unable to produce any real emotion, just like the flawless gentleness that Rong Shenghan occasionally revealed.
"Let's go take a look." She strode towards the crowd, and Xie Zhecheng and Lin Yanran immediately followed.
"Professor Zhang, please calm down." Yu Jiuyuan squeezed through the crowd, her face showing just the right amount of concern. "Perhaps it's just a minor glitch in the program. There's no need to get so angry."
Professor Zhang recognized her as the student council president of Saint Sakura Academy, and his expression softened: "Xiao Yu? You're here too. It's not that I'm angry, it's just that these businessmen are outrageous. They use gimmicks to swindle money, and they even dare to disrespect academia!"
“Lingxi’s algorithm does have problems,” Xie Zhecheng suddenly said, having somehow accessed the AI’s backend data stream.
"The emotion mapping model here is fixed and there is no real-time iteration module. The delay just now was not a fault; it was because it was calling a preset library."
His voice wasn't loud, but it carried clearly throughout the surrounding area.
Su Mingyu's face instantly darkened: "When did Young Master Xie become our company's technical consultant? It's not very proper to just randomly access other people's backend data, is it?"
"The demonstration system in the public exhibition area should have transparent permission settings," Xie Zhecheng said calmly, turning off his tablet. "Besides, I'm just stating the facts."
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