Ten minutes later, Shen Ruhai came to the third floor of the library with mixed emotions.
Facing Ye Ming, who acted as if nothing had happened, Shen Ruhai struggled for a long time, and finally asked about the scary guess that Cao Junwen just said.
"Ye Ming, is that trumpet brother you?"
Qi and Mo immediately looked at Ye Ming curiously: "What trumpet brother?"
Ye Ming immediately smiled and shook his head: "I don't have a trumpet, and I don't use a trumpet."
After ten minutes of mental construction, Ye Ming performed very well. He fooled him with a vague answer and said directly: "Let's check the training time first. The school seems to start on July 3rd and end on the 20th." No. to select the school’s seeded team?”
"Yes, the school will probably select two teams to participate in the intercontinental qualifiers this year."
Shen Ruhai was doubtful, but after being interrupted by Ye Ming, he quickly returned to ACM: "Although Teacher Chen means that we can directly send him to the game. But if the school can't win, it will definitely be embarrassing. It’s a bit big, and it’s hard to explain to Teacher Chen.”
Shen Ruhai paused as he spoke: "Don't underestimate your opponents. In fact, many people only show their competitive talents after training."
Ye Ming nodded: "It's okay. Let's cooperate well during the training camp."
Shen Ruhai pondered for a while and then nodded: "Then you will be directly responsible for getting on the plane."
Ye Ming looked stunned: "Why should I go up? Shouldn't this be discussed after everyone gets along?"
"Because you have fast hand speed and a high pass rate." Shen Ruhai smiled: "When solving simple problems, fast hand speed is very advantageous."
"That's right! I support Captain Shen!" Qi Yumo raised his right hand with a smile: "Don't refuse. If you refuse, I will expose your background."
Ye Ming: "..."
Shen Ruhai was startled: "What's wrong?"
"It's nothing, I..." Ye Ming looked at Qi and Mo speechlessly, and saw that the latter's eyes were full of cunning and little pride.
——She knew that he was a really fast player who could solve 200 algorithm questions a day.
He sighed: "I... do have fast hands."
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At 7 o'clock in the evening, Ye Ming took Peng Xiaofei to Teacher Tang's laboratory at the cost of a meal.
"Boss Tang's laboratory is so big..."
Peng Xiaofei sighed while looking around timidly. After seeing that it was no different from the RC team's laboratory, the guy relaxed: "But it doesn't look like there's anything that can't be touched."
"Teacher Tang's lab is computer-focused, so it's just computer and circuit stuff. It's just that the specifications are quite high - the computer you have is equipped with two RTX3090TIs."
"Damn it! So stupid?" Peng Xiaofei was startled: "Does it feel good to play games?"
"It's cool in theory...but in practice almost no one plays the game."
Ye Ming said, walking towards his position, and then took out his hood.
Peng Xiaofei's eyes lit up when he saw the headgear full of electrodes, and he walked up to Ye Ming in a few steps: "Is this the legendary brain-computer interface?"
"Not even close." Ye Ming laughed and said, "Do you want to play?"
"Nonsense, I must play."
"Then put it on, then relax and listen to my commands."
…
After teaching Peng Xiaofei to concentrate and training several times, Peng Xiaofei immediately mastered the essence of controlling the robotic arm with his arm and began to control the robotic arm to complete various actions.
Half an hour later, Peng Xiaofei took off his hood without hesitation.
"What else can you do besides controlling the robotic arm?"
"Controlling a robotic arm is the most intuitive, but our next step is to see if we can use existing conditions to achieve more complex expressions, such as simulating handwriting to express will. The latest developments abroad are all through surgical implantation. The electrodes are here to do it, um...including Musk’s team who shouted the loudest.”
"I can't understand it very well."
Ye Ming laughed: "In fact, it is easy to understand. It is nothing more than that the human brain will generate different electrical signals when thinking about different problems. As long as these signals can be read and analyzed, unilateral output can be achieved."
"Okay, you idiot, put your hood on first, and I'll take a picture of you - you won't show your face, right?"
"Nonsense, how stupid it is to wear this silicone headgear..."
After Ye Ming finished speaking, he put on his hood and closed his eyes.
After a moment, he raised his hand.
The robotic arm also raised its hand.
On the side, Peng Xiaofei held up his mobile phone and shouted exaggeratedly.
"Friends, I control the robotic arm with my mind!"
…
Although this video with no "content" was destined to be short, Peng Xiaofei still cooperated with Ye Ming for nearly half an hour.
Or to put it another way, Ye Ming cooperated with Peng Xiaofei for half an hour.
It wasn't until Peng Xiaofei's phone rang - a senior from his high school came to him and invited him to go home with him that he gave up.
So, Ye Ming sent Peng Xiaofei away and closed the laboratory door, then put on the hood again.
He called in his heart.
"Ita."
"I am here."
“Is it good to think about code?”
"Everything is OK."
"Then you come."
After saying that, Ye Ming closed his eyes and "enjoyed" the numbness on his scalp.
I have to say, this is much more enjoyable than using that soul extractor.
On the monitor in front of him, lines of code are being generated rapidly and automatically - at least several times faster than at the beginning!
Among them, the reason is that after so many days of iteration of AI and algorithms, the identification of Ye Ming's brain signals has become more and more accurate, and it is also the reason that ETA has found the optimal resonant discharge voltage and frequency.
If the "Internet speed" at the beginning was equivalent to dial-up Internet access, now it is a bit similar to ADSL.
Ye Ming made a rough calculation. According to the current frequency, approximately 2KB of bytes can be transmitted every second - although it is much slower than dial-up Internet access, it is enough for Eta to complete the work quickly.
Ever since, in the moment of closing his eyes, Ita completed the code output.
"It's done, you can debug it."
"Um."
After fixing the two format problems, the debugging passed, and a large interface that filled the screen popped up.
Well, this is very Ye Ming's simple style.
On the interface, there is an input box with an upload button behind it.
