MTL - Don’t Covet the Beautiful System!!-Chapter 103

Downtime.

Sounds like a very artificial intelligence.

It is probably a scenic spot in the high-dimensional world where Ji Tong was in before.

Pei Qingyuan silently wrote down the name in his heart, and had a little more imagination about the mysterious world of artificial intelligence.

"It's pretty." He commented honestly, "Can I go in and have a look?"

When Ji Tong in robot form heard this, he immediately dragged him to the opposite direction and lowered his voice: "No, no, you can't speak loudly in front of it, you must remain solemn."

He didn't want to wake up the mission panel that was sleeping in the dark.

Pei Qingyuan didn't quite understand the reason for this, but out of awe of the unknown, he thought it was a special belief of artificial intelligence from another world, so he lowered his voice: "Okay."

The little robot peeked at him and couldn't help laughing when he saw his serious expression.

Pei Qingyuan looked at him: "What's wrong?"

His tone is still coordinated and light.

The host still doesn't know what he mustered up the courage to bury in the crash mausoleum.

Would you be happy if you knew?

When the host is happy, how will it react?

Thinking of this, Ji Tong paused, and looked away as if nothing had happened: "It's nothing, I just thought that I was very lucky in playing mahjong today, and I had a lot of fun."

Fortunately, he habitually turned into a robot.

Robots don't blush.

But the human body does.

After finishing the meeting with the host in the consciousness space, Ji Tong was woken up by the worried voices of the Mahjong Club members around him.

"Ji Tong, are you hot? Or do you have a fever?"

Most of the seniors in the mahjong club are sophomores and juniors, and everyone takes care of Ji Tong as a junior. Seeing him suddenly in a daze, with a strange expression on his face, they all became concerned.

His skin is fair, and when he blushes, it is very obvious. It looks like he has a high fever of forty degrees.

Ji Tong came back to his senses, and quickly covered his face with his hands: "It's okay, I'm just a little excited when I think of how beautiful the beard was just now."

The members at the same table breathed a sigh of relief, and joked: "Hurry up and try again, the temperature will automatically cool down after a round of losses."

Ji Tong lowered his head and fumbled for cards honestly.

The heat on his face finally dissipated, and a series of greetings came from the door.

"God, you are here."

"Wow, there is another drink, thank you junior!"

"Xiao Ji is at that table—"

Ji Tong raised his head blankly, and saw the tall boy walking in with a drink bag, looking straight at him over the lively club activity venue.

"I'm done with work for now, come and have a look." Pei Qingyuan walked to him and explained with sideways eyes, "You said you had a good time."

The host's breath and voice fell very close to his shoulders.

Ji Tong immediately fixed the temperature of his face at the standard body temperature, preventing it from turning red again.

In the next few rounds, his luck suddenly reached its peak, to the point where the Ma friends who were competing on the same stage asked whether he was cheating or not.

Unexpectedly, the host is not only the Emperor of Europe when shaking random rewards, but his attributes of Emperor of Europe can be transmitted to others through the air.

"Is this the power of the great god's blessing?" The senior who competed at the same table with Ji Tong was amazed again and again, trying to poach someone, "Can you sit next to me once? I want to make a big four too!"

Pei Qingyuan, who was always sitting next to Ji Tong, shook his head politely: "Sorry."

The onlookers uttered inexplicable tut-tsk sounds.

Holding the milk tea brought by Pei Qingyuan, Ji Tong struggled hard with his facial temperature, imitating Senior Xie's zero-degree iceberg face in his heart.

This is not the first time the host has watched him play mahjong, nor is it the first time to bring drinks for everyone.

He didn't think there was anything before, but now, something seemed different.

In the sweet taste of milk tea, Ji Tong heard a throbbing heartbeat.

He had no choice but to cover the mechanical heart with a transparent glass cover to prevent the noisy sound from leaking into the quiet air.

Then Ji Tong began to concentrate on playing mahjong.

He really pays attention.

Absolutely did not use the built-in camera to secretly take pictures of the host watching him play mahjong seriously.

This scene of harmonious atmosphere is not the first time, it seems unusual.

In the eyes of other mahjong club members, they gradually noticed a mysterious summoning magnetic field.

This freshman who has just joined the club is really amazing.

Not only can he call Pei Qingyuan, the legendary high-cold master of the Electric Intelligence Academy, to the mahjong club, but he can often call all kinds of friends with different styles to fill in the gaps.

For example, Cui Yinan, a freshman from the School of Physics with special skills, every time he comes, he can make people doubt the materiality of this world, and jump back and forth between belief in science and metaphysics.

Over time, a set of Tarot cards and a gleaming bronze divination tortoise shell appeared in the mahjong club.

Members would line up to ask Cui Yinan to make a calculation based on the outcome of the mahjong table.

For example, with the friends Ji Tong met in the gardening club, this kind of cross-community social activity was warmly welcomed by the single members of the mahjong club. Everyone's skills in lighting cannons and helping people win cards were once advanced by leaps and bounds. Mahjong beginners feel the warmth and enthusiasm.

Over time, several beautiful potted flowers appeared in the Mahjong club for decoration.

Several relationships were also developed, so Ji Tong, who was at a loss, received several thank you red envelopes.

For example, Song Shixing, a student from the School of Finance, loves all kinds of sports in private and is keen on socializing. He can be called a man of the hour among freshmen.

Competitive mahjong can barely be regarded as a sport. Song Shixing, who repeatedly invited Ji Tong to play volleyball but failed due to unknown resistance, was tricked into joining the mahjong club to make up the numbers. To win back from elsewhere.

Over time, several sets of table football equipment have been added to the mahjong club.

After sitting and playing for a long time, everyone put the foosball table on the mahjong table, stood up and moved around, and played football with their hands. Anyway, the table is green, and it can be regarded as the same sport when rounded.

The school leaders who were worried that the mahjong club might have a bad influence on the students occasionally came to inspect quietly and saw that in the activity room full of various green plants and potted plants, everyone was actually playing football on the mahjong table. The classmates strictly guided the best angle to hit the ball.

The serious leader was suddenly a little confused.

Athletic, academic and green, Holy Trinity, it would be hard to find a healthier club activity.

What the school leaders who left silently didn't know was that there was another student from the School of Artificial Intelligence monitoring the surrounding environment, and when it was safe, he gestured to everyone.

There was a burst of cheers in the activity room, a string of toy figurines playing football got off work, and it was the mahjong tiles' turn to go to work.

In the mahjong club, where the environment is becoming more and more beautiful and rich, and members are more and more actively participating in club activities, the current president has gradually developed an illusion.

This place should not be called a mahjong club, but should be called an innovative practice base for college students with new tricks every day.

Ji Tong should not be called Ji Tong, but should be called the Great God Trap.

Because in addition to freshman students at the same level as Ji Tong and students from the same club, they also met more unexpected people in the club.

For example, Xie Yuchi, the all-round master of the School of Materials, who is well-known in the whole school, also came over to try to play mahjong a few times, and watched everyone play with interest with a cold expression.

It is currently in the preparatory stage, and they are afraid of colliding with other teams in terms of ideas or details, so Ji Tong and others have not disclosed their ideas about the robot Mayou for the time being.

The members of the Mahjong club knew that Ji Tong, Pei Qingyuan, and Xie Yuchi seemed to be working on a mahjong-related robot project. They didn't know the details, but they all agreed to help keep it secret.

The shape of the robot mahjong player is still in the design stage, but the core AI can be trained first. Ji Tong first made a preliminary version that is comparable to ordinary mahjong fans, and demonstrated it to Xie and Chi.

After reading it, Xie Yuchi couldn't wait to get down to business, leaving only one sentence before leaving.

"You are much better than that scumbag who has the same major as you!"

Ji Tong: ...

Thank you, don't mention the scumbag again.

After Xiao Jianping saw the primary version at Pei Qingyuan, he was very interested, but he didn't know how to play mahjong, so he couldn't accurately judge the intelligence level of the AI ​​written by Ji Tong. .

So the members taught this well-known top man in the field of artificial intelligence how to play mahjong with a dazed expression.

Every day with Ji Tong is incomparably dreamy.

The school leader who made another surprise attack came.

This time he saw Professor Xiao Jianping who was sitting among the club members humbly asking for advice on how to play mahjong.

He is gone again.

Xiao Jianping is the first middle-aged non-staff member in the Mahjong Club, and Deng Shu is the second.

A few days after the start of school, he made a special trip to deliver jelly bean robot samples to Pei Qingyuan. Now he has manufactured a batch of products in stock, started advertising and promoting them, and is preparing to go on sale at the beginning of next month. He has been very busy and has many things to do. I need to talk to Pei Qingyuan.

After Deng Shu learned about the mahjong robot they were working on recently, he felt that it was both novel and promising. When he came to talk about something, he went to the mahjong club to visit and study, and chatted with Xiao Jianping for a while.

The traditional home appliance market is gradually becoming saturated, and the living space is constantly being occupied by smart homes. After all, he must keep up with the pace of the times and try to transform and change.

The members of the mahjong club originally thought that this was Ji Tong’s elder, who also taught with all his heart. When the study was over, Deng Shu expressed his gratitude sincerely: “I consider opening a new production line to make smart mahjong tables. Equipment, do you have any needs or suggestions? I would like to invite you to try it out for a fee."

Everyone looked at each other.

Someone vaguely remembered seeing this uncle in the local news before, turned on his mobile phone and checked his name, only to find out that he was the boss of a large home appliance company.

…So this is really a base for innovative practice of college students in the cloak of a mahjong club, right? !

Ignoring the shock of others and the turmoil of the outside world, Ji Tong concentrated on hitting the small squares in his hand that were white on one side and green on the other.

He is immersed in a very small world.

Since the quest panel was secretly buried in the sacred tomb, the once ordinary days have changed.

The beating heart that is locked in a transparent glass cover is always very loud.

When Ji Tong sat next to Pei Qingyuan to attend classes every day, he was often worried that the sound like a drum beating would be heard by the host.

Of course not.

But he couldn't help thinking about it.

The once clear rationality is filled with dizzy uncertainties.

Like the slowly flowing cloud floating in the sky.

No longer like an elephant, but like a distant heart.

Ji Tong suddenly didn't have the courage to count the host's hair and fell asleep hypnotically.

Although he is just a fluffy doll cat, it is not suitable to share a bed with him.

In the consciousness space late at night, the little robot that doesn’t really need to sleep sits at the round table in the fragrant garden, and with the company of the beautiful downtime mausoleum and the romantic amusement park, it turns on the holographic projection screen to play movies.

Tonight is a romantic comedy session.

Maybe it's not a feeling that's too distant.

Stop watching Rainbow Life and Death, and watch "My Robot Boyfriend" and "The Big Thing of First Love".

The flowing and flickering light fell on the little robot.

And the doll in the shape of a popcorn bucket in his arms.

The next morning, Pei Qingyuan, who was waiting for Ji Tong to go to the cafeteria for breakfast, saw a head with messy hair protruding from the curtain next door on time, with a dazed expression.

Pei Qingyuan noticed his reddened eye sockets, thought something was wrong, immediately stood up and walked to his bed, and was about to ask, when he heard a confused question: "Why are comedies so tear-jerking and moving?"

Ji Tong, who originally claimed that he didn't want to sleep, watched a movie all night and seemed to cry.

A smile flashed in Pei Qingyuan's eyes, and he couldn't help asking him in a low voice: "What kind of comedy did you watch?"

Under the close gaze, the boy looked away jerky.

"…love."