BE Crazy Demon Survival System

In this world, time passes so fast.

Xu Qichen is more and more accustomed to the world, accustomed to busy work day after day, accustomed to colleague gags during breaks, accustomed to the clutter of the Mediterranean in class every Friday, accustomed to weekend basketball training for everyone to buy drinks, habit of Cang quietly listened to Qi Meng's jokes together.

Be accustomed to every moment of Muyao.

I used to find it very incomprehensible to those who claim to love every day as the last day.

But now, he seems to have to become such a person.

When I wake up every morning, the first thing I know is that the people around me are still there.

If it is said that for Lin Ran, he likes ignorantly without knowing it, then Mu Yao is the person who made him realize his heart.

What is strange is that the figures of these two people often overlap each other, and he doesn't even know the reason.

What makes him even more puzzled is.

Why in reality, who couldn't make any disturbance to other people in reality, he would love these characters sincerely when he ran into his own novels.

This is too ironic.

It's not that I can no longer like others.

Just like people, everyone is like you.

"Ye Han, it's raining outside, have you brought an umbrella?"

The colleague's words made Xu Qichen regain his senses, "Oh, is it raining? I don't know."

"It's not very big, after all, autumn is almost over." The colleague finished sorting the table and said goodbye to him with a smile, "I'm leaving, you go home quickly."

Xu Qichen nodded, "Yes."

A person was groggy, and only remembered when he was in the elevator, he should send a message to Mu Yao and ask him to send the umbrella.

Forget it, it's not a big game, just run back.

Walking out of the elevator, I saw a long figure from a distance, surrounded by a hazy halo by the not-so-bright lights and dense rain on the street.

Before he could speak, the other party felt his presence.

Turning around, waved the folding umbrella in his hand at him.

"I'm here to pick you up."

Xu Qichen walked over, and Mu Yao helped him open the umbrella.

"It's enough for us to fight."

Mu Yao shook his head and handed him the opened umbrella, "It's windy today, I'm afraid you will get caught." As he said, he opened another one, and the two walked out of the company side by side.

"Let's go out and play tonight."

Hearing Mu Yao's proposal, Xu Qichen was a little strange, but he still agreed, "Okay."

The deep and shallow puddles on the ground, one foot stepped on it, and the bright light shattered the ground.

Two people walked silently on the road, one after another umbrella covers of different colors and sizes, dividing the world into countless semi-private boxes, each with a different mind.

Mu Yao took him to a small bar, which was different from the one he had been to before. It was much quieter, with dim lights and a live band performing in a wonderful atmosphere.

Although it was a bar, Muyao couldn't drink, so he only ordered a glass of iced lemonade. Xu Qichen was a drink that was considered a strong drink in an abnormal place.

"Recently, I always feel that you are in a bad mood."

Hearing Mu Yao's tentative opening, Xu Qichen didn't know how to answer the conversation, so he had to shirk the feeling of not being able to hide it on the probability theory who had just finished the exam, "Ah... Didn't you test the probability theory last time? , I don’t think I did very well in the test." Xu Qichen took a sip of wine and sighed, "I always feel that I have worked very hard, but the results did not meet expectations. Such imbalances always make people feel unwilling. ."

Mu Yao propped his chin with his hand, his eyes reflected the warm light above the deck.

"I seem to have done well in the exam. What do you think is more difficult?"

Xu Qichen thought for a while, "Bayes' theorem... right."

In fact, it was just a casual reason. He didn't expect Mu Yao to take it seriously. However, as a liberal arts student, he did have some doubts, "I don't understand why the study of artificial intelligence must be based on Bayes."

"I think Bayes' theorem is very interesting." Mu Yao's fingers gently tapped on the wooden table with the band's drumbeat. "In probability theory, most of the researches are on positive probability, right."

Xu Qichen nodded.

Mu Yao took out a pack of assorted fruit candies that he had just bought while waiting for Xu Qichen from his pocket, used his teeth to help open the bag, and grabbed a large handful in his hand.

"Suppose I have 30 candies in my hand, fifteen in strawberry flavor, five in lemon flavor, and ten in orange flavor. If you close your eyes and take one away, what is the probability of getting lemon flavor?"

Xu Qichen replied, "One sixth."

Mu Yao hummed, "This is the simplest case of positive probability, right?"

Xu Qichen smiled and leaned his head on the wall to look at Mu Yao.

"But." Mu Yao put all the sugar back into the bag, "In real life, who would tell us in advance how many sugars there are and how many each type of sugar are there? The calculation of forward probability, except for the unknown The reference sample does not seem to be practical."

Mu Yao bowed his head, choosing one by one in that small bag.

"That's why there is a reverse probability like Bayes' theorem. It is not based on objective values, but subjective assumptions, just like the human brain." As he said, he stretched out his grasped hand to Xu Qichen again. In front of.

"Close your eyes and take one from my hand."

Xu Qichen honestly closed his eyes, fumbled for Mu Yao's open palm, and took one at random.

"Open your eyes." The opponent's hand grasped again, "What taste?"

Yellow packaging.

Lemon flavor.

"Again."

It was another random selection with closed eyes. When I opened my eyes, it was still bright yellow candy paper.

Repeat again.

The result of the third time is still the same.

Xu Qichen grabbed Mu Yao's wrist, smiled and said his guess, "Are all the sugar in your hand smell of lemon?"

Muyao spread out his palm, just as Xu Qichen thought, a bright golden color.

"This is the way of thinking about Bayes' theorem. You don't have any objective evidence, you just rely on actual results time and time again to consider, rule out the possibility of higher error rates, and then continue to modify the previous judgment." Mu Yao's voice is very Gentle, very commensurate with the jazz in the bar.

Suddenly Xu Qichen nodded and took a sip of wine, "If every math teacher teaches like you, I think I would like math better."

The taste of the wine was too strong. The cold liquid ran down the throat and went deep into the lungs and then set off a fire. It was extremely contradictory. "However, I don't know that you are so interested in probability theory. Are sleeping all the time."

Mu Yao looked at the band not far away and muttered.

"Because, I like you because of the process of following Bayes' theorem."

Xu Qichen was stunned and didn't understand what he meant.

"From the first time I saw you, I liked you."

Mu Yao's voice was so heavy, it seemed to be separated from the surrounding voices, and it was in a completely different waveband, and it poured straight into Xu Qichen's heart.

"But unilateral like is like taking candy with closed eyes. Every time I approach blatantly, it's a groping in the dark." He shook the soda in his glass, and the bubbles floated up, clinging tightly. Leaning on that golden lemon slice

"And your response to these actions is the candy I can only see when I open my eyes."

"When you like someone, you will have this mood. Try to figure out every word of the other person, even the meaning of the punctuation marks." Muyao laughed at himself twice, "It sounds stupid, because It seems that everyone expects that the active party will be strong and decisive at any time."

He imitated the tone of an outsider, "When you meet someone you like, you should go straight to it. You should tell him directly that I like you. I just like you, so I have to." After saying these words, Mu Yao laughed himself. , "You can be yourself. How many people will really do this."

Xu Qichen couldn't say a word.

Almost every word Muyao said was beating his heart.

"I don't know what kind of sugar I will get next, whether it's sweet or sour, so every time I stretch out my hand, I am cautious."

"But, even if I get a lot of them, each one is sweet, but this does not represent a 100% probability. I will always revise my judgment and wonder if you treat me more than I thought. Some good feelings, but I will never be able to confirm." He splashed the sugar in his hand on the table, "Who dare to say that all sugar is sweet."

Mu Yao looked at Xu Qichen.

In his eyes, Xu Qichen saw himself.

However, unlike Mu Yao, he has never stretched out his hand.

I haven't taken a single candy.

So his probability is always zero.

"but."

Mu Yao spoke again.

"You liberated me from countless trials and conjectures, and tell me the answer directly." Mu Yao smiled, eyes slightly bent.

"Let me finally stop being trapped in this endless loop."

He lay on the table, with his slender fingers on the table, once and then, moving forward slowly as if walking.

Until he grabbed Xu Qichen's hand.

"You saved me."

A lot of words were stuffed in my chest, and there was noisy noise there, but it was like a bottle of soda that had been opened for too long, and it couldn't spew out, and I couldn't say it.

The only remaining bubbles were surging feebly.

After the band sang a song, they said some unnecessary words of thanks.

Mu Yao suddenly stood up.

Xu Qichen took his hand, "Where are you going?"

Muyao smiled, "How can you make me seem to disappear immediately."

He pointed to the small stage, "Want to listen to a song? I'll sing it for you."

Xu Qichen nodded and watched him walk up to the stage step by step, said a few words to the members of the band, and then sat on the lead singer's high stool and took the guitar that was handed to him by others.

Applause began to appear around him, before he spoke.

The yellow top light from top to bottom lit up his outline inch by inch.

It reminded him of the art evening in high school.

The same is true of myself hiding in the corner, watching that person shine.

The guitar kicked off, and Mu Yao's voice was deep and gentle, just like the tone he used to speak to himself every time before going to bed.

[Drowsy all day, empty eyes, inexplicable sense of powerlessness. 】

[I feel sick, I feel cold. 】

[Only the warmth of a heart is left. 】

His fingers flicked gently across the guitar strings.

One click, another click, as if touching his heart.

[Maybe... it may be a new emotion]

[Maybe...who might be infected. 】

[It may be love. 】

He sang the word love with a fateful sigh.

Xu Qichen has never heard of this song, but feels that the lyrics are so wonderfully written, and every sentence is brought to his heart.

The effects of alcohol began to emerge, and Xu Qichen felt a faint dizziness.

Lie on the table, quietly listening to him sing the last sentence.

[Maybe... all kinds of abnormal phenomena. 】

Mu Yao looked at Xu Qichen's face with admiring eyes across table after table.

【Because you love me. 】

The last string stopped trembling, Mu Yao said thank you, stood up, and walked back to the table where Xu Qichen was.

"Like it?"

The slightly drunken Xu Qichen lay down on the table and nodded, revealing an innocent smile, "It sounds good."

Every time he gets drunk, he smiles like a child, "I envy you, he can play, his grades are good, his singing is good, and he feels good at everything."

Just like the person I once liked.

Envy or admiration.

I want to be such a person.

"These are not what I am best at."

Xu Qichen turned his face slightly and looked at him, "What are you best at?"

Before Mu Yao could speak, he was interrupted by a drunk man. The other party was walking staggeringly and accidentally hit their table. The half glass of cold wine in his hand was spilled on Xu Qichen's shoulder. on.

A jealous spirit, Xu Qichen straightened up.

The other party was slurred, "Hug, I'm sorry, I'm really embarrassed, I drank too much, I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Then he stretched out his hand to help Xu Qichen wipe it.

Xu Qichen kept smiling, "It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter."

Mu Yao was a little displeased, grabbed the man's arm, and stopped his movement, "Drink less next time." Then he walked to Xu Qichen's side and took a tissue to wipe his shoulders and back.

The man walked far away, Xu Qichen still had a smile on his face, but Mu Yao was a little unhappy, he arranged the bill before paying, and pulled Xu Qichen away from the bar.

Unlike the cozy and warmth in a small bar, the wind and rain are not stopping outside, and when the door is opened, the cold is rushing into the person's neck.

Mu Yao took off his denim jacket and put it on Xu Qichen.

Xu Qichen looked at Mu Yao's face and asked with a smile: "Why don't you seem unhappy?"

Muyao grabbed Xu Qichen's arm, stretched it into the empty sleeves, put on his clothes, and buttoned him one by one, and didn't speak until the last one.

"Don't laugh at others casually."

Xu Qichen was also very drunk, and his voice was not the same as usual, so he laughed, "Why, isn't it good to laugh?"

Mu Yao opened the umbrella and handed it to him, "Because I have a small heart and a bad temper, I am very angry when I see you being so gentle to everyone."

no reply.

Two people walked into the rain with umbrellas, and like everyone on the street, they used umbrella covers to cover up their inner emotions.

It was like throwing a stone on the surface of the lake. I originally wanted to hit a few water floats, but it sank.

Just when Mu Yao completely lost his expectations, there was another bubble on the water.

"wrong."

Xu Qichen's voice came from the cool night rain.

"What's wrong?" Mu Yao stopped and turned sideways.

Xu Qichen raised the umbrella slightly and looked into his eyes.

"Incorrect wording."

His tone was like a serious elementary school student judging the wrong type of sick sentence.

"To be more precise, I'm very gentle with everyone." His face showed a look that would only appear when alcohol is involved, naive and seductive.

"But I am gentle only with you."

What am I best at?

What I do best is to like you for ten years.

And what you do best is to hold my heart for ten years.

The two gray umbrellas came together to create a blind spot in the field of vision.

Muyao gently hugged Xu Qichen's waist, bowed his head and kissed him under the overlapping umbrella.

Alcohol, rain at night, weak light.

Let Xu Qichen's mind become no longer sober.

"Carry me, I can't walk anymore."

The two umbrellas turned into one, Xu Qichen's head rested on Mu Yao's shoulder, shaking, feeling the warmth from his body.

"Is it cold?" Mu Yao asked.

Xu Qichen shook his head, "It's not cold." Like a kitten, he let out a comfortable sigh, "I really want to spend the winter with you. It must be very warm."

Mu Yao walked slowly, thinking in his heart that he drank too much.

Xu Qichen babbled a lot, feeling that his consciousness was passing more and more severely, and his mind was getting more and more confused. He tried hard to get to Mu Yao's side face, kissed his cool ear, and said the last word just before he fell drunk.

"I like you... I miss you so much."

Before we parted, I started to miss you.

Muyao pressed his lips tightly, feeling his sharp tiger teeth grinding the inner wall of his mouth, faintly painful.

The more favored, the more afraid it is just an illusion.

Put on a new disguise, what is the probability of winning? I'm really not sure.

The only thing I can be sure of is, even if it is repeated many times.

I will repeat the same mistakes without exception.

Get into Bayes' theorem against you.