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Qin Chen found that Wen Yuan seemed to be learning programming recently.

After all, normal people generally don't sit with a group of programmers and chat about life.

One morning, when Wen Yuan and the technicians of the scientific research department howled "Why is this wrong again", he happened to pass by, and heard Wen Yuan suddenly choke back the code that was about to blurt out.

"Amaze{sc... what a coincidence, boss hahahaha."

Qin Chen, a comrade in arms, decided to persuade him.

So he said with earnestness on his face, "922, it's easy to be bald with academic theory."

Wen Yuan:? ? ?It's not the boss, you seem to be focusing on something wrong, right?

So, the code is really a very strange thing, some of them are bald early because of this, and some of them understand the hairline in seconds and are still full.

After months of typing the code, Wen Yuan pressed Enter to create a voice simulation program.

Under the envious and jealous eyes of a group of bald people around, Wen Yuan happily transferred the program to the system. In simple terms, he was forcibly teaching 154 to speak.

922: Are you there?

154: Something?

922: emmm... Long time no see?

154: Miss you so much?

154: What happened?

922: Well, I compiled a language system for you

154: I can talk

154: ?

It's the scene of the annual large-scale awkward chat.

Wen Yuan said that this motherfucker is not artificial intelligence, it is artificial mentally retarded, the kind that pissed people off.

Is he not coquettish enough, or is 154's skills too high?

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Baozi wandered around among a group of bald men for a while, but decided to continue typing with the artificial mentally retarded.

922: Then why didn't you say anything before?

922: I wrote you a diary for n long time alone like a mentally retarded person! !

154: Seeing you write me a diary like a mentally retarded person

The buns are a little hot.

154: I have sent you a message

922: once or twice

154: No, every day

154: The system blocks external communication

154: But I have seen all your news

922: ... all?

The buns are almost done.

154: You said you missed me, I saw it too

154: Well, me too

154:922?Are you there?

The steamed stuffed bun was just about to ascend to the sky and explode in a spiral.

Wen Yuan failed to ascend to heaven, but fell headfirst from the bed and fled to the ground.

His forehead hurt a little, and he hissed, but when he reached out to help him, he suddenly froze.

It turned out to be a dream.He forgot, he always dreamed of 154.

What kind of obsession will make him dream with the same person every day.

Lovesickness has become a disease.

Wen Yuan leaned on the table, staring blankly at the blank white on the computer screen.

There is no 154 there, no codes he typed for months, it is sad and lonely and clean.

"How about you come back?"