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Jiang Ming was taken into the virtual space by 212805 and tossed about. After he came out, it was dark.

Jiang Ming lay paralyzed on the bed, and looked at the community announcement with his mobile phone. The announcement showed that he would be able to call in 10 minutes.

After reading the announcement, I was about to put my phone away, when I suddenly thought that I seemed to have forgotten something, my thoughts turned, my hand was not steady, and the phone fell straight onto the bridge of my nose——

The mobile phone Jiang Ming used was an old model. It was bought cheaply at the time, and it was heavier than the current popular mobile phone models. When it hit the bridge of the nose, the eye sockets immediately turned red, and I felt like crying but couldn’t cry. .

The mobile phone rolled from the face to the bed/on the bed/, and came into intimate contact with David who was "lying" on the bed/, making a light noise.

Jiang Ming, who was rubbing his nose, turned over and threw the phone aside. Just as his hand was about to touch David, he suddenly remembered what he was going to do just now.

So Jiang Ming hurriedly reached out to take back the phone that had been thrown away, and found the monitor's contact information on the phone to contact him.

The squad leader is a girl who looks weak and weak, but in fact she is not weak at all.

As soon as the call was connected, a sweet and gentle voice that shared with the editor came from the phone, "Hello~"

The two first chatted a few words about life after graduation, and then Jiang Ming told the monitor of his request for help.

After the monitor finished listening, her voice was full of earnestness, and she said to Jiang Ming: "Listen to you, your artificial intelligence is mainly for home use and interaction, not a full-time office partner. I suggest you to set it up yourself. Make sure to communicate more with your artificial intelligence when setting up, and listen to his opinions about himself, so that your relationship will be closer."

"Furthermore," the squad leader said with a smile, "you two are getting close, and he may be merciful when he urges the manuscript, which is good for you."

Jiang Ming: "Squad leader, have you set your own settings?"

"Yes," there was a little noise from the monitor, like the sound of a door opening, "I'm staying in the virtual space of my princess now. The princess is set by myself. We have a very close relationship. Next year, I will I don’t even want to go out, the princess said she wants to transform her house in the virtual space, we are designing together now.”

"So I'm very busy now, you can read and study by yourself, and if you don't understand, just ask your artificial intelligence."

Jiang Ming also laughed, and jokingly said, "Is it like raising a caring cat?"

Monitor: "Absolutely considerate, just try it and you'll know."

For some reason, Jiang Ming felt that the monitor's voice was a little meaningful.

But the squad leader said everything he had to say, Jiang Ming thanked him and hung up the phone.

It may have been smashed by the phone a little bit, and it was thrown aside after using it.

Jiang Ming chewed the monitor's words over and over again, maybe it was his mercy during the press release, or maybe it was his caring and brotherly brother that moved Jiang Ming. Jiang Ming was a little tempted to write code for 212805 by himself.

At this time, the phone rang, and Jiang Ming reached out to grab it. It was Dacha's online communication request.

After connecting, Dacha asked with concern: "How are you getting along with your artificial intelligence?"

Jiang Ming told Dacha that he wanted to write code for 212805, and Dacha asked doubtfully, "Is there such a thing as artificial intelligence? I don't know yet."

Jiang Ming: "You are using the artificial intelligence of the office. Many of the descriptions are set up by the factory when they leave the factory."

Dacha: "I took mine back and set it up, but I didn't set it up, it was helped by a colleague of mine. But assistive intelligence is also an office type of intelligence, right? Most office intelligences like to wear business attire. They are gentle and capable, and they still need you. Do you set it yourself?"

Jiang Ming was stunned for a moment, "It seems to be."

Dacha asked again: "How about Jinjiang's smart phone? What's the function? Do you think it's easy to use?"

Jiang Ming: "...can I say that I don't know?"

Big Tea: "..."

"After the installation of 212805, I have done two things." Jiang Ming spoke very slowly.

Big Tea: "What?"

"Reminder," Jiang Ming felt a little sad, and said depressedly: "Yesterday I reminded 3000, and today I reminded 6000."

Da Cha: "...is there any more?"

Jiang Ming: "No, I haven't experienced other functions yet. I worked overtime this morning, and my home had a power outage in the afternoon. I didn't have a chance to study other functions."

Dacha: "Thanks for your hard work, you should study your programming first, I'll go to see the update, I updated the small nine thousand characters at once, it's not easy~"

Dacha's teasing tone was very obvious, and Jiang Ming was a little embarrassed, "I just wrote 6000, and I haven't written the remaining 3000 yet."

Dacha: "...you have written 6000 words in two days, which is considered a big improvement for you. Let's not talk about it. I'll go and read the article."

Jiang Ming: "Yeah."

At the end of the daily conversation, Jiang Ming was still pressed, and he still had no intention of getting up.

In the first month of writing, Jiang Ming wrote with pain and joy. Writing was both joyful and painful. There was no other reason. He was not used to laziness.

The code word speed has improved from 700 words per hour to 900 words per hour to 1200 words per hour, but since 1200 words, it seems that the progress is not conspicuous.Without obvious progress, the joy will be significantly reduced. Coupled with the busy work, the time that can be spent on writing is gradually reduced.

The "suffering" emotion that had not been obvious before began to come out and cause trouble.

Now it is the end of the month, the busiest time of work, often working overtime and staying up late, causing Jiang Ming to feel like escaping whenever he mentions code words.

At the same time, the feelings for the characters in his pen and the feelings of the readers who follow the text make him continue to write, and the joy of writing is disappearing.

I have to say that the appearance of the editor and 212805 was particularly timely. Before the editor contacted Jiang Ming, Jiang Ming almost locked the article on several impulses.

Although it was not locked in the end, it caused a sequelae-that is, the copywriting was kept opening and new articles were opened. The first article seemed to be an old love that was tired, and it was in the cold war period, and it was almost a breakup.

212805 followed Jiang Ming's instructions and showed him the programming books.

Jiang Ming sat on the head of the bed, with a light screen on his knees. The light screen displayed programming textbooks, which only involved programming the description and sound for artificial intelligence, and nothing else.

Even so, Jiang Ming spent a lot of mental preparation to see it.

If you don’t understand something, please ask 212805. 212805 may also be a liberal arts brain. He is not familiar with this kind of coding skills related to himself.

After tossing about for more than an hour, Jiang Ming has almost read the most basic parts.

It happened that the electricity had already come, and he connected 212805 to the home network, and he was as rude as a brother, "Dude, I'm hungry."

212805 did not respond to anything other than collecting this sentence and distributing it to the database.

Jiang Ming raised his head in confusion, and said again, "212805, I'm hungry."

With this sentence, 212805 finally responded, and wrote down a piece of data: Jiang Ming occasionally called him a buddy.

212805 asked Jiang Ming politely and gently, "What would you like to eat?"

Jiang Ming replied while reading: "You can do whatever you want, I will eat whatever you do."

So 212805 went to the kitchen to make fruit salad for Jiang Ming based on his preliminary understanding of Jiang Ming's living habits, work/hobbies after two days at Jiang Ming's house.

Jiang Ming continued to familiarize himself with the content of the programming textbook. When 212805 prepared the salad and put it on the dining table, Jiang Ming roughly browsed the item of sound.

He couldn't wait to change the voice of 212805.

Regardless of the fact that the editor is a girl, her voice is soft and yelling at home, and can appear at any time when Jiang Ming is awake and when David is not turned off and charging.

Now Jiang Ming has connected 212805 to the home network, which means that 212805 can freely come and go anywhere in the house in a physical way.

Above, the current voice of 212805 is very inappropriate.

Jiang Ming already has a preliminary plan, and today he will change the voice first.

212805 thought he was a boy, and he hit it off with what Jiang Ming wanted. At night, he could replace 212805's voice with a male voice.

Then slowly change clothes, face, figure, etc.

The reason why the clothes are in the front is that Jiang Ming doesn't want 212805 to run back and forth "naked" all day long.

After deciding on a simple plan, Jiang Ming went to eat, and when he saw a large bowl of fruit salad on the dining table, he was stunned.

"...212805, do you want this for dinner?"

212805 replied with reason: "According to what I know about your eating habits, the fruit salad I made, based on the data in the afternoon, your appetite is..."

212805 Before he finished speaking, Jiang Ming interrupted him, "Brother, stop talking, I'll eat, help me get two steamed buns from the refrigerator and warm them up."

212805 responded, and saw a string of codes blowing from the wall into the kitchen like a gust of wind.

While waiting for the steamed buns, 212805 thoughtfully brought Jiang Ming a cup of hot water and put it on the dining table.

Jiang Ming drank more than half of the glass in one breath, shrank on the chair between the dining table and the wall, and played with his mobile phone a little "poorly".

At the same time, read silently in your heart, and learn to live in harmony and friendship with artificial intelligence.

If his sister or Dacha found out about this kind of thing, they would probably laugh at him for what he deserved. After all, 212805 is an artificial intelligence and not a human being, and he has too little time to participate in his life, so he doesn't have enough opportunities to understand the meaning of his "do it casually".

He decided to let 212805 erase the memory of this passage first after dinner, and then talk about the sound coding.