Extraterrestrial parasite

After finishing all the work, Chen Yang looked at the time. It was eight-thirty in the morning, almost the time he was scheduled to go out.

As the saying goes, the more you learn, the more confused you become; the more you know, the more you feel your own shortcomings.

A few days ago, he went to the bookstore and bought some study books. After a few days, he had almost read them. Today, he was going to buy some study books again.

After getting dressed, Chen Yang snapped his fingers, and the smart module in the host automatically took over all the work. At the same time, the lights in the room began to dim, entering a low-power working mode.

After walking out of the basement, Chen Yang went outside the alley and hailed a taxi and went straight to Xinhua Bookstore, the largest bookstore in the city.

Xinhua Bookstore was established in 1937 and has a history of 77 years. As a state-owned book distribution enterprise, Xinhua Bookstore has five huge branches in the city of Donghai.

Chen Yang went to the largest branch this time.

The last time he came here, he bought a dozen books. This time, Chen Yang brought a bank card directly. If he had some books that he liked, he bought them in one go, showing off his rich style.

Walking into Xinhua Bookstore, there were quite a few people reading inside, including children and adults. However, despite the large number of people, the atmosphere in the room was basically quiet, and many people were just reading in silence.

Chen Yang glanced around and took in the huge indoor environment. Then he slowly came to the reference book area and looked up at the books on the bookshelf.

In this kind of reference book classification area, there are not many people reading, only five people, most of whom are men over thirty years old, including a white-haired old man in his sixties.

Chen Yang, a young man in his twenties, was obviously different from the others in terms of age as soon as he arrived here. It's just that everyone else was focused on the books in their hands, and no one even raised their eyes to look at Chen Yang.

First gear overclocking!

He closed his eyes slightly and silently turned on the first overclocking state. When he opened his eyes again, Chen Yang glanced at it casually and saw that all the books on the first bookshelf were in his eye sockets.

Chen Yang reached out and pulled out a copy of "Collective Intelligence Programming" and started reading it.

The first level of overclocking can make Chen Yang's brain's computing power about three to four times that of normal. When he picks up the book and turns over it, Chen Yang's reading speed cannot be described in one glance or ten lines. Basically, he only needs to pause for a few seconds to read the content of a page. Scroll to the next page.

Human attention and reading methods are basically to read word by word and then understand.

However, Chen Yang's method is different. His eyes are like cameras, and his reading method is image recording. He instantly memorizes the content of a page like taking a photo, and then quickly summarizes it in his mind.

Naturally, this method is much faster than ordinary people's learning and memory.

Soon, in just a few minutes, Chen Yang had flipped through more than thirty pages of the entire book.

Finally, Chen Yang nodded with satisfaction, confirming that the book was what he needed, and inserted the book into its original place on the bookshelf.

Afterwards, Chen Yang focused his attention on another book called "Neural Network Analysis". He took out the book and quickly read it as before. After a while, he finished reading it and put it back on the bookshelf.

This was repeated four or five times. Fortunately, others didn't notice. Another man reading a book next to Chen Yang saw everything from the corner of his eye and couldn't help but frown.

"What is this person doing? Is there anyone who studies like this?"

The man had no control over how other people studied, but when Chen Yang came over and flipped through the books on his bookshelf, the man became a little dissatisfied.

It's just that good self-cultivation will not make the man's mouth dirty, so he took a step back slightly to get out of Chen Yang's way.

Chen Yang smiled at him to express his gratitude, which made the man's dissatisfaction dissipate a lot. He felt that Chen Yang should still be a polite person, but his method of reading was a bit...

"Excuse me, are you looking for any book?"

The man thought for a while and felt that Chen Yang was probably looking for a book, so he acted like this.

"If you are looking for a book, I am quite familiar with the books here and can help you."

"Uh, thank you."

Chen Yang shook his head and rejected the man's kindness. He put his eyes on the bookshelf and said, "I just looked around."

"Looking around?"

The man smiled and said: "Looking at the way you are looking for books... are you interested in books on artificial intelligence?"

Hearing this, there was no unexpected expression on Chen Yang's face, and he still maintained his previous calmness: "Well, I'm a little interested in this aspect of things."

"Oh, are you a beginner? I have been doing some research on artificial intelligence. If possible, I will introduce you to some introductory books."

The man became more interested. It was rare to meet someone who was interested in artificial intelligence in real life, and he became more interested in talking.

In the past, as a member of the civil society researching artificial intelligence, he could only find like-minded friends on the Internet. In real life, there are too few groups studying artificial intelligence, because artificial intelligence touches logic, mathematics, philosophy, and psychology. Science, neuromedicine and top programming technology, there is only one person in a million who likes and can play it.

At this time, when he met a "kid" whom he seemed to have just met, the man actually wanted to give him some advice.

"No, I'm just taking a look, no need to bother."

Chen Yang once again rejected the man's friendly help, which made the man a little disappointed.

Even so, when the man lowered his head to read, his mind was not entirely focused on the content of the page. Instead, he raised his head and glanced at Chen Yang from time to time.

When he saw Chen Yang pulling out another book called "Practical Technology for Deep Data Mining", he couldn't help but said: "This book is not suitable for novices to read and learn."

Chen Yang looked back at him and said nothing, but this was enough to make the man who made the mistake feel embarrassed, so he quickly shut up and turned around.

"Hua Hua Hua..."

After flipping through dozens of pages, Chen Yang put the book back to its original position.

Until this moment, the man still didn't feel much that something was wrong.

But ten minutes later, the man felt that Chen Yang, an eccentric young man, had not taken his medicine today?

Reading a book is not like reading a book, and looking for a book is not like looking for a book...

When reading a book, no one can flip through it that fast.

When looking for a book, no one takes a book, flips through dozens of pages, and then finds nearly sixty books in ten minutes.

Yes, a similar number, more than sixty books!

If someone is really looking for a book, he should first know the name of the book he is looking for, or its general content, and then ask the front desk clerk for information.

Rather than being like Chen Yang, it feels like aimlessly looking for a needle in a haystack.

The impression given to the man was that Chen Yang was like a child who was bored out of his mind and read books randomly.

But this impression is somewhat inaccurate.

The man glanced at Chen Yang again. From his point of view, Chen Yang's eyes were always focused on the books. He looked very serious, not like he was just browsing casually and boredly.

"What a strange young man."

The man silently inserted the book into the bookshelf, but at this moment he saw Chen Yang taking out a piece of paper and a signature pen from his pocket.

What does he want to do?

When the man was curious, he saw Chen Yang put the paper close to the bookshelf and started writing with a pen. A series of handwriting quickly appeared on the blank paper.

Good words!

This is the man's first thought.

Because anyone who sees the handwriting written on that piece of paper is afraid that they will have such thoughts.

A person's characters can be fresh and elegant or beautiful and tall, and they are different and ever-changing. As for the words written by Chen Yang, the man's first impression is that they are powerful and powerful, penetrating through the back of the paper, and a majestic and upright atmosphere is born!

He who likes to practice calligraphy can't help but sigh.

Then, the man's second thought was anger.

Why angry? How can such good handwriting be written with a cheap pen? How could it be written on such rough paper?

Ordinary people certainly don’t understand the thoughts of calligraphy enthusiasts. They love good calligraphy like a treasure. When they see such a "waste of natural resources", they really have the urge to jump.