It was late at night, and the lights in Runya Garden went out, but the living room in Building 8 was on.

It's still lit at one o'clock in the morning.

At two o'clock in the morning, Li Hongmu, who was on the turn, walked past the fence of the villa and could vaguely see the lights radiating from the inside on the lush shrub leaves outside the fence, like a fire lantern.

Li Hongmu shook his head and continued to patrol.

In the living room, Shen Chong sat cross-legged on the ground, his hands and five fingers jumped and danced on the keyboard like a pianist.

His eyes were focused, and his pupils reflected the light on the screen.

At three o'clock in the morning, Lin Zhishu woke up halfway and turned around to cover Xinxin with a quilt.

I don’t know if I have an illusion or some sense in my heart. Even though the room was so quiet that it was enough to hear a needle, there were always cracking sounds in her ears.

She knew it was an illusion and always felt that there was someone downstairs making random things.

Reason told her that she should not think about anything now and continue to sleep, but she picked up her phone from the bedside table and clicked on the monitoring software inside.

The pictures in the living room come into view.

Zoom in... Zoom in again.

As the light and shadow flashed, Shen Chongzheng carefully embedded the soc module removed from the phone into the circuit board he made himself.

He looked confident and his movements were orderly.

Although this guy hates it most of the time, he seems to be quite pleasing to the eye?

It’s just that what he does is meaningless, I’m afraid he will leave later.

Lin Zhishu stared at his phone and fell asleep again without realizing it.

Another hour passed when she opened her eyes again. This time she was awakened by her mobile phone and kept turning on the surveillance software.

When she opened her eyes, she realized that Shen Chong not only did not leave, but was still typing on the keyboard with great energy.

Several wires of different colors were extending from a small box next to the computer and connected to the DIY motherboard he made himself.

Lin Zhishu knew what he was doing, and was burning the program for the chip version.

It's all four o'clock and I'm not asleep yet!

It's so crazy!

She got off the bed with a light hand, tidied her thin pajamas, and put on a plush jacket.

"Shen Chong, go to bed? It's past four o'clock!"

"Hiss! You're going to scare me to death..."

Shen Chong, who was fully focused on the program, was frightened by the sudden sound in his ears. He first scolded him loudly, and then remembered that it was late at night, but the words followed were getting quieter and quieter.

At the same time, he pressed his finger on the keyboard and instantly switched and returned to the desktop.

This is an occupational disease developed when I was a child and cannot be changed.

It’s really not a fault for being timid. Everyone can’t stand being suddenly touched by a word when they are focused on doing things.

Lin Zhishu was very depressed. I was so quarrel that I couldn't sleep well after being "not bad" by you. I came to persuade you to rest, but you were still mad at me.

"Forget it, you can do whatever you want, I won't understand you."

She walked back angrily again and went upstairs again, and a thought flashed through her mind for a moment.

Just now, there seemed to be a small software on his desktop called "Shen's Peeping King"?

What is that for?

She stood on the stairs and looked down, and the guy started again.

screw you!

At five o'clock in the morning, Lin Zhishu woke up again in a daze and felt something was wrong in his heart, and he couldn't sleep well.

When she clicked on the surveillance software, she found that Shen Chongzheng carefully took back the soldering iron from the robot's head.

He closed the lid again and looked at the robot's left eye.

"The old computer is not very powerful, and it doesn't have dual rear cameras. It's really low-end. Forget it, just one-eye, just one-eye, anyway, it's enough if you can't see it outside."

Lin Zhishu was lying on the bed with his shoulders shaking. She was happy.

Use mobile phone cameras to act as dynamic capture sensors for artificial intelligence robots?

You are so good at playing!

It would be good if you can use it, and you would like to have a smart dual camera.

You don’t know that I have used this old phone for more than a year, but I have feelings for it.

"This is my dad! Chenchen Hanhan...teacher, he is my dad! I have a dad!"

At this moment, Xinxin suddenly spoke in her dream.

Lin Zhishu quickly turned off his phone and turned around and hugged Xinxin, and gently patted her back.

She fell asleep again.

Shen Chong downstairs was busy all night, but Lin Zhishu didn't sleep well. At 7 o'clock in the morning, after the biological clock forced her to open her eyes, she knew that her sleep time was over.

Mr. Lin, who was not sleeping, got up very depressedly and thought, if he made a mistake in making decisions today due to poor mental state, he would have to be counted on Shen Chong's head!

She should have gone into the bathroom to wash, but she went downstairs again by chance.

Then Lao Lin stood on the stairs and was stunned.

It's over, Shen Chong is crazy.

What do I see?

This guy didn't sleep all night and is now doing his eighth set of radio gymnastics in the living room!

“Huhu, one, two, three, two, three, four…”

Put your left hand on your hip, hold your right hand up high, straighten your left leg, bend your right leg forward at 120 degrees, and press your right hand to the left...

Right hand on your hips...

While Shen Chong was carrying his back to Lin Zhishu, he chanted the mantra in a low voice.

Lin Zhishu walked on tiptoe behind him, thinking about how to save the father of the suddenly mentally retarded child, but he found something was wrong.

More than a meter away from him, the sa limited edition robot he asked someone to buy from the island country was flashing with an indicator light on his chest and started moving!

The actions are exactly the same as Shen Chong is now!

Almost completely synchronized, with a delay of only less than 0:5 seconds.

What does it feel like to see a robot doing the eighth set of radio gymnastics with one's own eyes?

It's fake!

Lin Zhishu had read the manual at the beginning and knew very well what the robot was.

She stared at the robot and looked at Shen Chong's back from time to time.

She had clearly seen Shen Chong burn the program with her own eyes and installed the camera module and soc, but now she feels sci-fi in this picture.

It must be this guy who cut corners and presets the entire set of movement programming for the eighth set of radio gymnastics, and then plans to turn around and let Xinxin do gymnastics, trying to get away with it!

Suddenly, his nose was a little itchy, and Lin Zhishu couldn't help but sneeze.

Originally, he was learning the robot with Shen Chong to learn radio exercises well, but suddenly raised his right hand to cover his nose, and his back suddenly raised his back. Its feet were jumping again and fell to the ground with a snap.

It also wanted to learn Shen Chong's exercises, and Lin Zhishu and sneeze. It was learned to get out of the way!

Shen Chong quickly stepped up and helped him up, and turned around and said angrily: "Mom, please stand next to you, it can only recognize one person's movements at the same time, and two people will be in a mess if they direct it."

Lin Zhishu's mouth grew into an O-shaped shape.

Bastard!

There are some people in the world who are born to be destined to be envied.

Because of appearance, family background, or talent.

In Lin Zhishu's not long life, she herself is usually the object of being jealous of others.

Because of her appearance, family background, and talent.

Many people use the saying that God is fair to comfort me, believing that if fate opens a window for some people, another door will be closed.

As a player who was born with a panoramic sunroof, Lao Lin often feels sorry for others in his heart, and takes up all the benefits. I am really sorry to everyone.

Of course, she has also seen many geniuses. She mastered three foreign languages ​​at the age of eight or nine, was able to independently start websites and make profits at the age of eleven or twelve, improved motors at the age of fifteen or sixteen, developed open source system code at the age of seventeen or eighteen, and was a big shot on Wall Street at the age of twenty-three or four.

Fortunately, she is not bad, and she works harder.

So she never felt inferiority in her heart, and she even thought she would never have such a ridiculous thought in her life.

But now she is inferior.

There are so many geniuses I have seen before, and in front of this man, his daughter's biological father, it is completely overshadowed.
To be continued...