Ruo Chun and Jing Ming

In the early morning of June, the sun poured in from the window, and covered the corridor of the experimental building obliquely.

Du Ruo stood at the door of the laboratory, holding his hand on the doorknob, and pushed it.

Everything should be said clearly.

Be frank, there is no need to hide, it's boring.

Thinking so, she took a deep breath and was about to push the door.

"What are you doing?" Someone behind stepped forward, opened the door and went in, looking back at her, "Did not wake up?"

Du Ruo looked at Jingming and immediately shook his head: "Wake up."

"Ready for a meeting," he said, walking away.

She glanced at his back, he looked very ordinary, as if nothing had happened last night. The only difference is probably that there is a hint of arrogance in the tone of expression.

Yeah.

Just do nothing.

Companion, superior and subordinate, can do.

She was quickly relieved that she was ready for a meeting with her laptop.

The meeting did not discuss too much content, but made some planning and information sharing for the upcoming match in Shenzhen. Jing Ming dispatched tasks to each group and then adjourned.

At work, he seems to have no intention to worry about others; so is she.

It's good to kill the memories of that night.

It's early June, and the summer vacation is coming a month later, and the world's college student driverless racing competition will arrive as scheduled.

This is a great opportunity to test the water for the prime team's driverless project.

The road conditions in the circuit are much simpler than the daily real road conditions, so there is no need for the team to come up with their highest specification technical configuration. But even so, the whole team of Prime was full of energy, without any slightness.

The project that has been painstakingly studied for more than a year is finally going to usher in the test. Everyone wants to achieve good results, naturally it is just like playing chicken blood. After all, the team has been a genius from a young age, and their hearts are higher than the sky. Who wants their work to be subservient to others.

Both Jing Ming and Du Ruo are serious in their work. Maybe they keep in peace with each other but avoid embarrassing tacit understandings. They will chat and discuss business affairs.

In this way, they only talked about their profession and work. Instead, the two were able to chat with each other calmly and naturally. Du Ruo could even look at him while discussing issues with him, and his eyes would not panic.

Occasionally, after the two have finished chatting, they will think about it when they turn around. This is not considered a kind of progress and reconciliation, but no one has studied it and let it pass.

After all, focusing on preparing for the game is the most important thing.

For more than half a month thereafter, in addition to his daily study, Du Ruo spent all his time in laboratories, factories and industrial parks.

She has already obtained the track map of the group stage. What she has to do is to improve the vision of the car's "eyes" so that it can clearly "see" the track boundaries, curves, competitors, and artificial obstacles. .

It's not difficult for them.

Regardless of whether it is a boundary line, a metal body of a car, or a uniform red obstacle, using these fixed targets as the sensing object to adjust the sensor is within the control of Prime's technology.

In a blink of an eye, the temperature rose for a while, and it was thicker in midsummer.

By mid-June, when Prime's entire team gathered again for a meeting, Du Ruo had come up with a detailed and complete plan: "Four corners and the roof have a total of 5 lidars, 5 high-definition cameras, and roof and body undercarriages. 15 ultrasonic sensors, plus gyroscope accelerometers and optical speed sensors ... this is the initial plan. "

Jing Ming turned her pen and listened to her, and asked, "Are you in trouble?"

Du Ruo shook her head: "No," she said, "the existing technology in our laboratory can meet the requirements of unmanned racing."

"Isn't it too easy for your team during this time," Jing Ming said, "to make it a bit more difficult for you."

Du Ruo shrugged and accepted the challenge: "Okay, you are the boss. You have the final say."

Jing Ming's pen in his hand paused, her soft voice said the word "Boss", it really is ...

He glanced up and down her slightly.

At this moment, she was sitting across the table, her eyes clear and confident, looking directly at him.

He said: "Reducing weight, at least two kilograms."

Du Ruo looked at her, she had to find a way to simplify the design. She raised her eyes: "Yes."

The pen in his hand unconsciously lowered the table, but looked and stayed more on her face, quickly moved away, and looked at Zhu Tao: "No problem at 350 speed?"

Zhu Taolang said: "Relax."

Jing Ming said to He Wang again: "The brain has reached at least 19 trillion AI operations."

He Wang raised his eyebrows in excitement: "Thank you Boss for being strict. This is enough to make fun of it. Who is rare?"

Jing Ming couldn't help but smile, sweeping everyone around, with confidence and determination written on each face, he said: "I don't care what the strength of the opponent is, we must do our best. We will start the car after half a month. Is there a problem? ? "

"No problem." The teenagers murmured in unison, patted the table together, the whole conference table was trembling.

Du Ruo laughed with pursed lips.

"Adjournment." Jing Ming just got up and remembered something, "Yes, there is something else."

"The body, exterior design and surface painting have to be a little bit cooler. I don't want to take a dirt and broken car to participate."

Laughed.

When Du Ruo looked at the drawing, he suddenly found a question: "Well? Why did you add a seat here?"

Theoretically, for the sake of convenience, the driver's seat of the unmanned car will be cut off and replaced by AI.

Jing Ming looked back at her and said, "Because we want to play by ourselves."

Du Ruo: "..."

"Is this a joke?" Du Ruo looked at Li Weihe Wang and others for help, "Who can advise me?"

The others shrugged: "We really want to play too."

Du Ruo: "..."

What team did she join?

Du Ruo took this design to Teacher Liang Wenbang and asked his opinion.

"I gave my opinion long ago, he didn't listen, and I couldn't advise to come back." Teacher Liang Wenbang shook his head and sighed. "It's too messy to add a seat. Jingming, this child is all right, just too crazy, too arbitrary. He would talk about any ceiling. His character, sooner or later, will follow. "

Du Ruo asked: "Adding a seat will increase the risk factor?"

"Of course. Inserting a space into it will inevitably raise the production requirements. Of course, the technology meets the standards, and how to toss it up. Otherwise, what you said will happen."

Du Ruo twisted his eyebrows in sorrow, but quickly stretched out again: "I think it's okay. We are prime."

Liang Wenbang stunned and sighed with a smile: "It seems that you are going to be one of them too. Or, in other words, things are gathered together."

Du Ruo did not understand: "What do you mean?"

"Everyone says that in Prime is a group of savage and arrogant people who are just like your captain, haha. If you stay for a long time, you will become almost the same."

Du Ruo hesitated for the first time to hear someone use arrogant words to describe her.

But looking back, it seems that I feel pretty good.

...

In the days that followed, the entire team was very busy.

Du Ruo either ran the library or ran the lab, searched for books, papers, and video materials, and racked his brains to think of various feasible solutions to reduce the weight of the sensing system. He was often busy in the middle of the night for days.

She was hard-working enough, but didn't expect everyone to work harder. Picking up a night war is a common occurrence. Often the whole building is quiet and dark until late at night, only in the prime laboratory is brightly lit.

Everyone is doing their best, not to mention that there is no complaint and sigh, but they are conscious and proactive.

The most desperate is Jing Ming.

She was too sleepy for many days, and he was still in the laboratory. She learned from the players that he was always the last one in the laboratory.

It was at this time that she realized that he was very smart and had a high IQ, but he also worked harder than ordinary people.

Late one night, at zero o'clock, He Wang Wanzi Ang and others stretched up and prepared to return to the dormitory.

"Du Ruo, aren't you leaving?"

"A little while." She was a little sleepy, but wanted to finish the task at hand.

"Go back early."

"Know it."

She worked for a while.

The people in the laboratory packed up one after another and left, she was completely unaware that she was about to leave until her eyes were a little bit tired.

Looking up, the bright laboratory was empty, and Jingming was still sitting in front of the computer.

She packed up her things and left, thinking about it, or looking back at him: "It's been a little bit, don't you go back?"

No one answered.

Jing Ming didn't lift her head, she tapped her finger on the keyboard, her eyes stared at the computer screen, she was extremely focused.

She knew he was busy, not distracted, and couldn't hear her, but she carried her schoolbag on her back and said, "Let's go first. You go back to rest early."

As soon as he left the lab bench, what seemed to be there, he slowly raised his head from the computer screen and stared into the void for a second or two before turning his head to look at her: "Let's go together."

Du Ruo stopped: "Well?"

A computer shutdown sound has been heard.

He stood up, rubbed his eyes with one hand, stretched his waist with one hand, picked up his schoolbag, and took out the key from his pants pocket: "Let's go."

...

On the elevator door, he closed his eyes and raised his head, leaning against the elevator wall, wondering whether he was resting or thinking. Half a moment later, he suddenly opened his eyes, lowered his head, and asked, "Are you hungry?"

Du Ruo looked up: "Ah?"

...

Du Ruo didn't know that there was a porridge shop operating late at night behind the school's international student dormitory building.

The shop was clean and tidy, and the store was too small, so it expanded to the side of the low courtyard covered with morning glory.

It's late June.

The room was sweltering, and the two chose outdoor seats, wooden tables and chairs, next to the vine stand, and a row of small potted plants outside the shelf: sun flower, green sage, small daisies ...

Looking up, you can see the dark blue summer sky through the vines, and the stars are little by little. Du Ruo saw the Big Dipper.

Jing Ming ordered and waited for the waiter to leave and looked at her.

He looked for a while before asking, "What are you looking at?"

"Stars," Du Ruo said, looking down. His eyes were on his head.

Twenty days have passed since that night.

These two people are busy with work these days, but it is the first time to get rid of "business" like this.

Du Ruo fiddled with his finger and looked up at the sky again, saying, "There are too few stars in Beijing, or there are many stars in the mountains. It's all over the sky, like a layer of gold dust on black paper."

Jing Ming also looked up and said, "City air is not good. There is a small town in Tekapo in New Zealand, which is the effect you said."

"you've been to?"

"Um." He rubbed his nose, don't go over and yawn, he was really tired.

"Are you sleepy? You should just go back to the dormitory to sleep just now, and you shouldn't come to eat." Du Ruo said.

Jing Ming had just yawned, her eyes were wet and moist, and she looked at her without speaking.

Du Ruo squeezed his mouth and lowered his hands to touch his ankles.

"Any mosquito?" He tilted his head and looked at the bottom of the table.

"It seems to be a little flying bug." She asked, "have you been to many places?"

Jing Ming asked the waiter to order a mosquito coil and said, "Walk around when you are fine."

She fingered the tassel on the tablecloth to play: "I used to think you loved to play, but I didn't expect it to be harder than many people."

Jing Ming did not answer this directly, and only said: "It seems that you have a lot of prejudice against me."

Du Ruo remained stubborn: "Some are not."

He grinned, but seemed too lazy to explain or argue, he was really tired and didn't talk much.

The waiter brought two bowls of white rice porridge and a few stacks of side dishes, shredded seaweed, mustard, cucumber, and boiled peanuts.

Jing Ming rubbed his eyes, sat up a little, sandwiched vegetables in the porridge, and asked, "Can you stand the high-intensity work like prime?"

"Okay." She nodded and touched her eyes sleepily. "You're desperate."

"Because it's something I like."

"Seeing that, you like robots very much." It must be a deep favorite to be able to spend so much determination and perseverance in doing one thing.

"I have loved since childhood."

Du Ruo eating kelp, remembering that he was a young genius, wondering: "What is the opportunity?"

He recalled for a moment.

"It seems to be more than three years old, my dad took me to the United States, and a friend of his professor's house. He had a cool toy-sized car running around the house. I thought it was amazing. I just demolished it. "Because of his sleepiness, he doesn't have a loud voice, but he is a little tired, but he is very serious." I want to see what's in it. Why does it run, can it turn, it can shine, it can whine. After disassembling, I feel More magical, small metal pieces, wires, components, one by one, arranged in a neat and orderly manner, like little soldiers. Some people say that it is a work of art, but I think it has life and fulfills the responsibility of the creator. Everything about him. "

Du Ruo listened to his description and was slightly lost. That feeling, she fully understood.

She looked at him and said nothing. Each other's eyes made the empathy clear and unambiguous.

"Haven't your father taught you that you've demolished your car?"

"No. That professor liked me a lot and taught me a lot." He stopped talking about himself, "What about you?"

She was picking up a spoonful of white porridge and putting it in her mouth, with a vague voice: "Huh?"

"Why choose a sensor control specialty?"

She raised her head and said honestly, "I didn't really know what this major was for before I went to college, just because the teacher said I was looking for a job."

"now what?"

"I like it very much."

"why?"

"That moment was ..." she recalled, saying, "I once did a sensor in the laboratory. I learned it very carefully before doing it, and it took a lot of energy to do it. It's a little one in my hand."

She raised her palm to make a gesture. He didn't blink for a moment, watching the night make her little face white, her eyes were shining, stars were like,

"I touched his head and it lighted up! It was the moment when I felt that everything I gave would have a response. Whatever you give, it will pay you back, and it will never disappoint." She sighed softly, "Why It ’s called a sensor. It has a sense and a heart in it. This name is so sweet. "

He bent his lips lightly, and it's not hard to imagine that someone like her would be sad for the lost robot.

Reach the same goal.

He took a bite of porridge and asked, "Before college, did you have any hobbies, from small to big."

"Hobby, not to mention ..." She covered her face and didn't yawn before she said, "But I will mix fertilizers and pesticides, I will grow vegetables and chickens, and I will climb trees."

Jing Ming nodded, and suddenly smiled, almost choked, and laughed again, it was really funny. He held his forehead and smiled, his shoulders shaking. Now, the sleepiness has completely faded.

"What's laughing? Really." Du Ruodao, "I and your living environment are too different, there are very few things from childhood to large contact."

He smiled and shook his head: "I didn't say you were fake .... it sounds fun."

"It's not fun at all, tired and boring." Du Ruo rubbed his eyes. "Oh yes, if you want to say hobbies, singing folk songs should be considered. In the past, it was too boring to sing, just sing and listen to the echo in the ravine. Go, Temei. "

He was a little interested, staring at her, eyes bright: "Then you sing."

"No, we sang folk songs to Qinglang."

The words blurted out, and the atmosphere was so subtle.

He looked directly at her, his eyes were deep, as if he had strength and heat, but only for a moment, he moved away restrainedly. As if it was just an illusion.

She didn't say much any more, she bowed her head and stuffed a porridge into her mouth.

It was late and there was no wind.

That hot feeling, lingering.