host brain pain

Chapter 407 Long-lost air

"It's interesting." Su Xiaomu smiled, "It seems that the timing of my return to China is very coincidental."

Just escaped this large-scale quarrel that has quickly spread from newspapers.

Su Xiaomu also remembered the surprised expression on Tommaso's face when he asked Professor Tommaso for leave.

Probably Professor Tommaso already knew about the waves that would arise.

But even at MIT, Su Xiaomu didn't care about the remarks of those people who like to exaggerate, rely on the power of the news media, and talk nonsense.

Things I got used to in the third grade of elementary school.

At that time, all the little girls in the school wanted to be friends with Su Xiaomu, even the girls in the sixth grade already had a different demeanor at a young age.

Of course, the little boys in the senior grades will definitely not be happy. Some are good at studies and some have good backgrounds.

Someone posted Su Xiaomu on the big blackboard newspaper today, and tomorrow someone will continue to write a composition and criticize him...

Now it's nothing more than a larger scope, and they all have the same heart, nothing more than envy, jealousy and hatred, what else can they do.

In addition, no matter how big the turmoil was, it had nothing to do with Su Xiaomu. He didn't expect the United States to dawdle, he was just an exchange student, and he was going back to China in less than two months.

Even if he had the ability to prevent him from graduating from South China University of Technology, Su Xiaomu didn't care. If someone gets stuck, someone will let him go.

Besides, it's just a professor who doesn't know who he is, but because he is older and has learned more, nothing else is a big deal.

To put it a bit exaggerated, Professor Tommaso, the legend of artificial intelligence, had to refer to his opinion, Su Xiaomu.

Su Xiaomu didn't even turn on his mobile phone to search for relevant news, although he couldn't see these news when he returned to China and used the normal network.

"I don't know what Sister Qian and the others think." Su Xiaomu whispered.

If there was no one behind this, there would not be such a fast fermentation speed.

And Su Xiaomu knew very well that neither CSAIL nor even MIT could refuse Qian Ruiya's request. It was not realistic to say that it had nothing to do with people like Qian Ruiya, Su Ho, and Wan Dai!
Three or ten minutes later, the plane entered the stratosphere. The flight attendant quickly walked up to Su Xiaomu and said softly: "Mr. Su, the plane is currently flying in the stratosphere. The estimated flight time is 10 hours and 12 minutes. You can do whatever you want. If you need anything, please call us anytime."

Su Xiaomu looked up, hey, this guy, there are eight flight attendants in the living room alone.

The flight attendants serving this plane are divided into two groups, plus one, there are 32 people, all of whom only provide services to Su Xiaomu.

"What kind of tea is on the plane?" Su Xiaomu asked.

"Knowing that Mr. Su likes to drink tea, we have prepared different teas, including Wuyi Dahongpao, West Lake Longjing, Lapsang Souchong, Maojian, Biluochun, Tieguanyin..."

Su Xiaomu gently interrupted: "Dahongpao."

"Okay, Mr. Su, wait a moment, we'll make you some tea right away, do you have anything else to ask?" The flight attendant who was squatting beside Su Xiaomu asked again.

Su Xiaomu shook his head.

A few minutes later, the flight attendant came over with a tea tray, and Su Xiaomu took a sip of tea from the teacup before seeing the slight changes in the young lady.

In just a few short minutes, she actually put on light makeup, used a fuller lipstick, and accidentally undid the top button of the flight attendant's beautiful uniform...

"..."

Su Xiaomu almost choked.

"This flight is quite long, you all go to rest, I will ring the bell if something happens." Su Xiaomu had no choice but to say.

The flight attendants quickly said: "We don't work hard, we don't need to rest!"

This unanimous voice is too scary.

This was not the first time Su Xiaomu had encountered this matter, so he had to act as if he hadn't seen it, and put his eyes back on the newspaper.

Less than two hours after entering the stratosphere, it was already noon, and the flight attendant secretary hurried over to ask for instructions.

"Mr. Su, it's already lunch time. There is a simple kitchen on the plane, and there are also prepared meals. Let's see what you want to eat?"

Su Xiaomu just said something casually.

During the two hours of sitting in the living room, Su Xiaomu read all the newspapers and checked some relevant real-time news on his mobile phone.

Gradually, I have a clear understanding of what happened on the land of America.

First of all, what is most relevant to Su Xiaomu is that the intelligent robot project of Tommaso's experimental group is really visibly excellent, and there are even new surprises every day.

In addition, many professors expressed their views in public.

Most of them didn't care about Su Xiaomu, who didn't even know who he was, and didn't think that the intelligent robot project was the core thinking provided by Su Xiaomu.

Correspondingly, the intelligent robot project is one-sided praise.

However, more and more complex discussions have begun on a larger scale about the new definition of intelligence.

Word is that it is likely that this discussion will spill over into a technical seminar, and the preferred venue for this meeting is MIT.

It was also reported that the main reason why the location was set at a school, rather than a neutral institution that everyone could recognize better, was to 'learn' Su Xiaomu's academic skills face to face.

"Hehe, these professors are also interesting. It seems that people live in the whole world." Su Xiaomu said to himself with a smile.

After having a sumptuous lunch in the living room, Su Xiaomu went up to the complete rest and entertainment area on the second floor through the internal stairs.

I don't know where the plane is going, and the weather is getting dark, which is just suitable for non-stop and adjustment of schedule and jet lag.

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On July 7th, at eleven o'clock in the morning, Yangcheng Baiyun Airport.

An Airbus A380-800 slowly descended on the designated runway after receiving instructions from the tower, and then slid into the designated apron.

Su Xiaomu, who woke up two hours ago, walked down the boarding ramp.

Facing them were Su Ho and Wanda, who hadn't seen each other for a long time.

"It's finally here. It's really tiring to fly." Su Xiaomu said while rubbing against Suhe Wandai's body.

After being dodged, Su Xiaomu didn't care.

He took several deep breaths and sighed, "This is the smell of air that I haven't seen for a long time..."

Su Ho and Wan Dai just watched Su Xiaomu making trouble alone.

It wasn't until after getting into the Bentley that Su Ho said: "After traveling abroad, do you feel different?"

Su Xiaomu, who was sitting in the back row, had already put his hands around Wan Dai's waist, and his fingertips moved slightly: "It's nothing different..."

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The new book is "Memory Selling". If you like it, you can take a look and add a bookshelf or something. If you don't like it, forget it.

(End of this chapter)