Chapter 50 Dog Boyfriend Breeding Rules (Twenty) [End Chapter]

In this world, time flies so fast.

Xu Qichen is getting more and more accustomed to this world, that he is accustomed to the busy work day after day, that his colleagues make gags during breaks, that he is accustomed to the mediterranean in class every Friday, and that he is accustomed to buying drinks for everyone during basketball training on weekends. Cang quietly listened to Qi Meng tell jokes together.

Get used to every moment of Mu Yao.

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

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

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

If it is said that for Lin Ran, he is ignorantly in love without knowing it, then Mu Yao is the one who made him deeply understand his heart.

The strange thing is that the figures of these two people often overlap each other, and even he himself does not know the reason.

What he didn't understand even more was that.

Why in reality, he couldn't make a fuss about others, but when he ran into his novels, he would really like these characters.

This is too ironic.

It's not that you can't love someone else anymore.

Just like people, everyone is like you.

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

The colleague's words brought Xu Qichen back to his senses, "Oh, is it raining? I don't even know."

"It's not very big, after all, autumn is almost over." After finishing the desk, the colleague said goodbye to him with a smile, "I'm leaving, you should go home too."

Xu Qichen nodded, "Yes."

He was groggy alone, and only remembered when he was riding in the elevator. He should send a message to Mu Yao and ask him to bring him an umbrella.

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

When stepped out of the elevator, saw a tall figure in the distance, shrouded in a hazy halo by the not-so-bright lights and fine rain on the street.

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

Turning around, he waved the folding umbrella in his hand.

"I'm coming to pick you up."

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

"We can just fight."

Mu Yao shook his head and handed him the opened umbrella, "It's windy today, I'm afraid you'll get drenched." After speaking, he opened another umbrella, and the two walked out of the company downstairs side by side.

"Let's go out and play tonight."

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

Step on the deep and shallow puddles on the ground, and the bright lights shattered the ground.

Two people walked silently on the road, and one after another of different sizes of umbrella covers, which divided the world into countless semi -privacy boxes. Each box was equipped with a very different soul.

Muyao took him to a small bar, which was different from the one he had been before. Here is much quiet. The dim light is matched with the band that is performed in Live. There is a wonderful atmosphere.

Although it was a bar, Ke Muyao couldn't drink. He only ordered a cup of iced lemonade. Xu Qichen was an abnormal drink.

"Recently, I always feel that you are not in a good mood."

After hearing Mu Yao ’s exploration, Xu Qichen did not know how to answer, so he had to shirk the mood that could not be hidden to the probability theory of the test just after the test. , I feel that the test is not very good. "Xu Qichen took a sip of wine and sighed." I always feel that I have worked very hard, but the result is not in line with expectations. ","

Mu Yao shot his chin with his hands, and the warm light above the card was reflected in his eyes.

"I seem to be pretty good. Where do you think it is difficult?"

Xu Qichen thought about it, "Bayesian theorem ..."

In fact, it was just a random one. He did not expect that Mu Yao was still true, but as a liberal arts student, he was indeed a little confused. "I don't understand why studying artificial intelligence must be based on Bayesian."

"I think Bayesian theorem is very interesting." Muyao's fingers gently knocked on the wooden desktop with the band's drums. "In probability theory, most of the research is positive probability, right."

Xu Qichen nodded.

From his pocket, Muyao took out a pack of assorted fruit sugar bought when Xu Qichen just waited for Xu Qichen, and used his teeth to help tore the packaging bag, grabbing a lot of handle in his hand.

"Suppose I have thirty sugar in my hand, there are fifteen strawberry flavors, five lemon flavors, and ten orange flavors. How much is the probability of lemon flavor when you close your eyes?"

Xu Qichen replied, "One in six."

Muyao whispered, "This is the simplest case of positive probability, right?"

Xu Qichen laughed, looking at Muyao on the wall.

"But." Mu Yao put all the sugar back into the bag. "In real life, who will tell us how many sugar and how much each kind of sugar is? In addition to providing unknown things, the calculation of the probability of probability is to provide unknown things. Refer to the sample, it seems that it is not practical. "

Mu Yao bowed his head and chose one by one in that small bag.

"So, there is a reverse probability of Bayesian theorem. It is not based on objective values, but a subjective judgment, just like the human brain." In front of.

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

Xu Qichen closed his eyes honestly, groped to find Mu Yao's palm, and took one randomly.

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

Yellow packaging.

Lemon flavor.

"Again."

It was another random selection that closed his eyes, and opened his eyes, and it was still a bright yellow sugar paper.

Repeat again.

The third result is still the same.

Xu Qichen grabbed Mu Yao's wrist and said with a smile, "Is the sugar in your hand all lemon?"

Mu Yao opened his palm, as Xu Qichen thought, a bright golden.

"This is the way of thinking about Bayes' theorem. You don't have any objective evidence. You just rely on the actual results again and again to consider, rule out the possibility of a higher error rate, and then constantly revise the previous judgment." Mu Yao's voice was very Soft and commensurate with the jazz in the bar.

The suddenly enlightened Xu Qichen nodded and took a sip of wine, "If every math teacher taught like you, I think I would like math more."

The taste of the wine was too strong, and the cold liquid ran down his throat, and after going deep into his heart, it caught fire again, which was extremely contradictory, "However, I don't know, you are so interested in probability theory, obviously you are in class. sleeping all the time.”

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

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

Xu Qichen was stunned for a while, not understanding what he meant.

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

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

"However, one-sided liking is like taking candy with your eyes closed. Every blatant approach I make is a groping in the dark." He shook the soda in his glass, and the bubbles floated up and pressed tightly against leaning on that golden lemon slice

"And your reaction to these actions is the sugar that I can only see when I open my eyes."

"When you like someone, you will have such a feeling. Try to figure out the meaning of each other's words, even the meaning of punctuation." Mu Yao laughed at himself twice, "It sounds stupid, because It seems that everyone expects the active side to be strong and decisive at all times."

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, and you have to." After saying these words, Mu Yao himself laughed. , "It can be replaced by myself, how many people will really do this."

Xu Qichen was speechless.

Almost every word Mu Yao said was beating on his heart.

"I don't know what kind of candy I'll get next, whether it's sweet or sour, so every time I reach out, I'm very careful."

"However, even if I get a lot of them, and each one is sweet, it doesn't mean there is a 100% probability. I am always revising my judgment. I wonder if you treat me more than I imagined. Some good feelings, but I'll never be able to confirm." He threw the candy in his hand on the table, "Who dares to say that all candy is sweet."

Mu Yao looked at Xu Qichen.

In his eyes, Xu Qichen saw himself.

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

Not a single candy was taken.

So his probability is always zero.

"but."

Mu Yao spoke again.

"You freed me from countless trials and guesses, and told me the answer directly." Mu Yao smiled, his eyes slightly curved.

"Let me finally stop falling into this endless cycle."

He was lying on the table, his slender fingers on the table, and he moved slowly as if walking.

Until he grabbed Xu Qichen's hand.

"You saved me."

A lot of words were stuffed in his chest, and there was a lot of noise, but it was like a bottle of soda that had been opened for too long, and it couldn't spew out, and there was no way to say it.

The only remaining bubbles are surging feebly.

The band finished singing a song and said optional thank you words.

Mu Yao suddenly stood up.

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

Mu Yao smiled, "Why do you make me seem to disappear right away."

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, then sat on the high stool of the lead singer and took the guitar handed to him.

Applause began to appear around him, before he spoke.

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

Reminds him of the art gala in high school.

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

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

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

[I feel sick, I feel cold. 】

[Only the warmth of a heart remains. 】

His fingers brushed lightly over the guitar strings.

Once, again, as if to stir his heart.

【Maybe...it may be a new emotion】

[Maybe... maybe someone's infection. 】

[May be love. 】

The word love was sung by him with a fatalistic sigh.

Xu Qichen had never heard this song, but felt that the lyrics were so wonderfully written that every sentence brought into his heart.

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

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

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

Mu Yao's eyes stared at Xu Qichen's face across the table of admiring glances.

【All because you love me. 】

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

"Like it?"

The slightly drunk Xu Qichen lay on the table, nodded, showing an innocent smile, "It sounds good."

Every time he gets drunk, he smiles like a child, "I envy you, you can play ball, get good grades, sing well, and feel good at everything."

Just like the one you used to love.

Either envy or adore.

I would love to be such a person.

"None of those things are what I'm 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 who was walking unsteadily and accidentally bumped into their table. The half glass of cold wine in his hand spilled onto Xu Qichen's shoulder. superior.

With a jolt, Xu Qichen straightened up.

The other party was slurred, "Hug, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, I drank too much, I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Then he reached out to help Xu Qichen wipe.

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

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

The man walked away, Xu Qichen still had a smile on his face, but Mu Yao was a little unhappy.

It's different from the cozy warmth in the small bar. The wind and rain have not stopped outside. As soon as the door is opened, the chill is blowing in the face, straight to the neck of the person.

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 too happy?"

Mu Yao grabbed Xu Qichen's arm, reached into his empty sleeve, put on his clothes, and then buttoned him one by one, until the last one, before opening his mouth.

"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, seeing you being so gentle to everyone makes me angry."

no reply.

The two walked into the rain with umbrellas, and like everyone else on the street, they used umbrellas to cover up their emotions.

It's like throwing a stone on the lake. I wanted to hit a few water floats, but it sank.

Just when Mu Yao completely lost his expectations, another bubble appeared 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 his umbrella slightly and looked into his eyes.

"Incorrect wording."

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

"To be exact, I'm gentle with everyone." There was a look on his face that only comes with alcohol, innocent and seductive.

"But only with you, I am gentle."

What am I best at?

The thing I do best is loving you for ten years.

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

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

Mu Yao gently wrapped his arms around Xu Qichen's waist, lowered his head and kissed him under the overlapping umbrella.

Alcohol, night rain, weak light.

It made Xu Qichen's mind no longer sober.

"Back me up, I can't walk anymore."

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

"Is it cold?" Mu Yao asked.

Xu Qichen shook his head, "It's not cold." He sighed comfortably like a kitten, "I really want to spend the winter with you, it must be very warm."

Mu Yao walked slowly, thinking to himself that he drank too much.

Xu Qichen said a lot of rambles, feeling that his consciousness was passing more and more, and his mind was getting more and more confused. He tried his best to get close to Mu Yao's profile, kissed his cool ear, and said the last sentence just before he fell drunk.

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

Before we parted, started thinking of you.

Mu Yao pursed his lips tightly, feeling his sharp tiger teeth grinding the inner wall of his mouth, causing a faint pain.

The more favors you get, the more you fear it is just an illusion.

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

The only thing I can be sure of is that even if I do it again and again.

I will repeat the same mistakes without exception.

Stuck on your Bayes theorem.