Chapter 42： Problem solving

Since signing the contract with the MT company, Yan Hao has not been distracted by other things, and devoted himself to the research of the mimic system.

"No, even if I take this algorithm to the extreme and successfully write a system program, I can only reach the combat level of a five-level mecha at most." Yan Hao is extremely keen on mathematics, although his algorithm only After five days of trial calculation, there is still some distance from the so-called extreme. But he can already roughly calculate the final result of this algorithm based on the current law, and the final result of the super-optical brain calculation. Although it will not be very precise, the general category can still be grasped.

"If it's just a level five mecha, then the practicality is not great." Yan Hao muttered to himself.

Judging from the current statistics of the Federation, Level 5 mechas and mecha fighters are the most numerous, which means that most mecha fighters can control Level 5 mechas. Although the successful development of the mimic system can make it easier for them to operate, but if the mimic system can only stop at level five mechas, then most mecha fighters will be more willing to use the original command operating system.

After the fifth-level mecha is the sixth-level mecha, a mecha fighter who is accustomed to driving with a mimic system is naturally not as fast as a mecha fighter who has been using commands to operate. Moreover, if you want to change the operating system, the reaction speed of the mecha is infinitely synchronized with the human body when it simulates actions. The core software of the mecha must be refined with wind and thunder stones. The wind thunder stone is a high-level metal that can only be used by mechas above level 8.

The existence of the wind thunder stone has greatly increased the manufacturing cost of the mimic induction system. Therefore, according to Yan Hao’s current research direction, even if the mecha is finally produced, it can only be used for those who cannot advance to the sixth level of mecha fighters. And used by people of high value.

"Senior's mecha black soul should look like level five or six." Thinking of this, Yan Hao turned on the optical brain terminal and sent a message to Sheng Heng.

Yan Hao: [Senior, what level of mecha fighter are you? 】

Sheng Heng answered quickly: [Why do you suddenly remember to ask this? 】

Yan Hao: [I just ask casually. 】

Sheng Heng: [I am currently a level four mecha fighter. 】

Yan Hao: [What about the black soul? 】

Sheng Heng: [Level six. 】

At level 6, Black Soul is quite appropriate.

Yan Hao suddenly became a little emotional: "I will work hard for another month. If there is no new progress, I will write a program according to this algorithm. For a level five mecha, it should be enough for senior Sheng Heng to use it for the junior year. Right. In another year, I should be able to find a way to write a mimicry program for Level 6 mecha."

If it was the previous algorithm that was determined to be unable to achieve the goal, Yan Hao would discard it without hesitation. However, Yan Hao, who was reborn for the first time, no longer had the desire to compare in the previous life, let alone set any goal he must achieve. In this life, he wants to live more casually and only do what he wants to do.

He wanted to study the mimic system, so he studied it seriously, but he didn't give himself a time limit. For example, to what extent he could study within five or ten years, he was more enjoying the process.

Therefore, even though Yan Hao discovered the limitations of his current algorithm, he was still willing to implement it, even if the mecha might only be used by Sheng Heng alone.

Yan Hao: [Senior, can you get the mecha core made by Feng Lei Shi? 】

Sheng Heng: [Have you taught yourself that you can make a mecha core? 】

Yan Hao: [No, I don't know how to do it, I just want to buy one. 】

The next semester will learn to make mecha parts, and the core of the mecha is the most complicated of the mecha parts. According to the school's outline, it takes the junior year to get in touch. Yan Hao feels that the basis of his mecha manufacturing is very weak, so it is not considered to be self-study in advance. He wants to follow the school's syllabus. At most, it's just one or two lessons more than the classmates.

Sheng Heng: [Ok, let me ask for you. 】

Yan Hao: [Thank you, senior. 】

As long as the mecha core of Wind Thunder Stone is available, the success rate of replacing the console for the Black Soul can reach 90%. Once the mimicry induction system is in place, the senior's hand will not be hurt.

You won’t be inferior.

Thinking that his own research results can make people feel confident, and that this person is still his friend, Yan Hao couldn't help but jump for joy.

At this moment, the alert tone of the email suddenly sounded, and Yan Hao clicked on it and found that it was the Bobby bug looking for him.

"Look at the Apollo net?" Yan Hao quickly opened the Apollo net in the background, and he saw that Barbie had already sent him several messages.

Barbie: [Good day, why don't you read background messages? 】

Good day: [Sorry, I just blocked the background information when I was studying a new program. 】

Barbie: [It turned out to be like this, so has your new program made progress? 】

Good day: [Sure. 】

Barbie was a little surprised: [Didn't you just upgrade the MT company's mimicry system to the eighth generation? Have you upgraded again? 】

Good day: [No, my current research is for mechas, not smart robots. 】

The application of the mimic sensing system on mechas is much more complicated than that of smart robots. The reason why he started with the smart robots of MT is also because now, except for some high-end mecha research institutes, there is no mimicry outside. System and mecha-related programs. Although Professor Qin said that if you don't understand, you can ask him, but Yan Hao has to work **** everything he likes. Only when he can't study it, and when he encounters a bottleneck, he wants to ask others.

"Brother, you really haven't met this Ri'an? He doesn't already know your identity, right?" A young man in a white coat stood behind Babbitt and asked.

"I only joined the institute three years ago. At that time, I broke contact with him." Babbitt frowned.

"That's a coincidence. I haven't contacted you for three years. I want to study the application of mimicry system on mechas, so I immediately contacted you again." Youth said.

"I contacted him first." Barbie didn't like the young man's guess.

"How do you know that he didn't ask you to contact him on purpose? After all, on a famous website like Apollo, who would come in and post things randomly, and by such a coincidence, no one would be found after posting. You have to go through the background of the main station to let you This introducer goes to him." The young man said.

"I'm too lazy to argue with you." Barbie has always said that this junior, and hates his personality of conspiracy theory.

"Post the question, I'm still waiting to witness the strength of the genius." The young man laughed.

Barbie thought about the bet he had been driven by the duck to the shelves during lunch, and felt a little chest tight, but now that he agreed, he had to fulfill it: "Say yes, if I win the bet, give me your wind and thunder stone. ."

"Okay." The young man agreed.

Barbie then continued to chat with Yan Hao: [Good day, I would like to ask you for a favor. 】

Yan Hao's eyes lit up. Although he hadn't contacted Barbies for a long time, he still remembered that this netizen who answered his questions during his teenage years, when he heard that the other party needed his own help, of course he wouldn't let him: [What is it? , You said, if I can help, I will definitely help you. 】

"Tsk tsk, look, how enthusiastic." The young man sneered.

Barbie gave him a white look, and ignored him and continued to write: [Our professor assigned me a math problem, and I couldn't find the idea for a while. I remember that you have been good at math. Can you help me see it? 】

Math question?

If it were the last life, Yan Hao would not dare to say that his mathematics attainments were higher than Barbies. After all, Barbies had been answering his questions before, but Yan Hao, who was reborn, was better than the current Barbies. It's been more than ten years, so I can barely help.

Good day: [You send me the question. 】

Barbies: [There are a lot of questions, I will send you email, and some of my ideas for solving the questions, I will also send them to you. 】

"Senior, you are cheating." The young man couldn't help but said.

"It's just some ideas for solving the problem, haven't I figured it out? It's not cheating." Bobby bug said.

"Okay, you can post it, after all, you can't let the seniors lose too ugly." The young man said in a generous tone.

Bobby's worm's anger is not light.

At this time, Yan Hao’s message was sent again: [No need to post the problem-solving ideas. If I read your problem-solving ideas, I might be preconceived, instead of being able to think comprehensively. 】

Barbie hurriedly replied, and then squinted at the young man: "The heart of a villain, people don't want my problem-solving ideas at all."

The young man didn't get angry either, he laughed, and when Barbie sent the email, he turned and left: "I'll wait to see the result."

Yan Hao clicked on the email and looked at the math problem word by word. Gradually, his whole person fell into it. When he came back to his senses, it was already 6:30 in the evening. He was flicked by the light brain. Awakened.

When the pop-up screen appeared, the door bell rang almost at the same time outside the door. The takeaway brother has perfectly mastered Yan Hao’s laws and knows that Yan Hao is a person with a strong sense of time, so if you want him to come and pick up the takeaway at the first time, he has to ring the doorbell at the time they agreed. Good minutes are not bad.

Yan Hao took the takeaway, ate, and after the meal, he sat back in front of Guangnao again, read the math problem just now, and sent one to Barbie after he was sure that his previous ideas were correct. information.

Good day: [I have seen the problem, I should be able to solve it. 】

"Puff!" The Barbie worm who was eating in the cafeteria of the research institute spewed out a mouthful of soup on the spot.

The old man sitting opposite him turned sideways in disgust: "Ba Yun, what are you doing?"

Barbie already ignored his teacher at this time. He put down his chopsticks and responded to Yan Hao: [It's only one afternoon, will you be able to untie it? 】

This is too fast, but he thought about it for a month before he came up with some ideas for solving the problem.

Good day: [I have the basic idea, it should be able to solve it, but in the end, you may need to use a super optical brain. 】

Barbie is not surprised when the other party says that super optical brains should be used. According to the research institute's data, which one should not use super optical brains.

Barbie: [You... can you really solve it? 】

Good day: [Are you in a hurry? 】

Barbie: [Anxious, especially anxious. 】

Can he not worry? Not to mention that Good Day's solution of this math problem can solve a major problem in the current laboratory research, and the pesky has to lose him a wind and thunder stone. He is currently learning to make high-level mecha cores, lacking wind, thunder and stone.

Good day: [Then can you find a super light brain? My super optical brain needs to make an appointment in advance, if I wait for you to calculate it, it will probably be next week. 】

Barbie: [I can, we have a super brain in our research room. 】

Good day: [Then do you think this works? I wrote you the previous calculation data and formulas, and you will record them into the super optical brain to check the calculations. If my problem-solving ideas are okay, you should be able to check them out. 】

Barbie: [Then when will you give me the data and formulas? 】

Good day: [There is quite a lot of data. I have to go back to bed on time at twelve o'clock. Can you send it to you tomorrow morning? I started writing at eight o'clock, and I could finish it at about nine-thirty. 】

"..." Barbie.

Barbie worms endured, and didn’t hold back: [Just an hour and a half, can’t you just finish writing? In this way, I can run the data overnight, and maybe the result will be calculated the next day. 】

Good day: [No, my brother won't let me stay up late, I will go to bed at twelve o'clock. 】

After Yan Hao finished speaking, he couldn't help but feel a little hot, and the senior could be regarded as his elder brother. And I don't know why, telling this to others, Yan Hao has a little ostentatious mood, as if telling others that he is also concerned.

Your brother? Are you still a child?

Barbie didn't feel Yan Hao's show off at all. He raised his head in grief and anger, met the professor's puzzled look, and explained, "Teacher, Good Day, he already has ideas for that topic."

The old professor's reaction was much calmer than that of Barbies. After a faint utterance, he asked, "I only gave him a question in the afternoon, so he has an idea so soon?"

"Yes, Good Day said that he can give us the data and formulas in the morning, but he doesn't have a super brain, and we need to check the calculations by ourselves." Babi Chong said.

"He can write it tomorrow?" The old professor finally showed a little shock. He was able to sort out his thoughts and write out the complete calculation steps in such a short period of time, which is also a good talent.

No, he can actually write it at night, but he has to go to bed on time.