But there was a sneer in my heart.

You can read it. After reading it, you will know who Meng Fu is. Will you still think of Meng Fu from time to time?

But Jiang Xinran didn't show her face. She looked up and wanted to say something, but stopped: "I don't know either."

As she said that, she turned on the big screen and heard the reporter's sharp question Meng Fu-

"What kind of heart do you have to forward a scientific researcher's Weibo post because of ridicule?"

After hearing a few questions, Mrs. Tong also knew the causes and consequences. She shook her head, "What are she, an artist, going to participate in the scientific research staff's affairs?"

Yu Zhenling took a sip of tea and did not dare to look into Mrs. Tong's eyes.

Jiang Xinran lowered her eyes, covering up the sarcasm in her eyes.

Before he could finish his smile, he heard the voice of the middle-aged man on the tablet: "...Meng is a formal researcher."

Jiang Xinran's smile stopped beside her mouth and froze a little.

They didn't open the barrage, and they didn't know that the barrage was already crazy.

Yu Zhenling doesn't understand these very well.

But Mrs. Tong was stunned for a moment, "Formal researcher?"

Tong Eryu, who was about to leave, also came over. He stared at the tablet in Jiang Xinran's hand with a burning look, "The people in the research institute belong to the Equipment Association."

The Four Associations are the existence that the Luo family looks up to.

Especially the military and weapons cooperation.

Not to mention Tong Eryu and Mrs. Tong, even Yu Zhenling, who didn't understand these things, was stunned for a moment and stared at the screen in a daze.

Jiang Xinran opened the network and had no good intentions. When she heard Tong Eryu's words, her lips trembled, "Sister... isn't she just a freshman? This person was not found by their marketing team..."

After hearing Jiang Xinran's words, Mrs. Tong also reacted.

It is mainly because Meng Fu is too young.

Tong Eryu just put on his coat, "Then their team is really amazing. Can you invite the president of Peking University?"

After saying this, Tong Eryushu breathed a sigh of relief, ignored Jiang Xinran, and turned around and left here.

He took out a cigarette from his pocket and bit it.

In the room, all three women were sitting there, not knowing what they were thinking.

**

Meng Fu has been on Weibo for three days, but the popularity has not yet expired.

It is mainly the first time that the entertainment industry has been so close to the scientific research industry.

You even see many official accounts in the scientific research circle commenting on Meng Fu’s Weibo.

In addition to the Painting Association and Go Club, there are also xx news, [    www.biqugetv.info]xx official.

So much so that Meng Fu's fans didn't dare to comment on Meng Fu's Weibo for a moment, and the comments were all about rainbow farts—

[Brother Fu, you have worked hard to descend to earth!]

Meng Fu knew nothing about these things. If she had known about this two days ago, she would have been affected. But as soon as she found out today, she revealed her identity and seemed to have become much calmer.

After she came back, she was involved in the intense neural network process again.

Because of Meng Fu's popularity, netizens also had a heated discussion on the term "neural network".

Some rational information technology experts conducted serious discussions and expressed their opinions, saying that "neurosilience" is now just utopianism.

However, the eight-day period of the word "Meng Fu" seems to have been deified again.

Some people came out on the Internet, and they were blindly admiring Meng Fu—

[Brother Fu can definitely make it!]

[Brother Fu can do anything!]

These comments made Zhao Fan and Puff frightened. In their eyes, these comments were tantamount to "praise and kill", and too much was as bad as too much.

Zhao Fan also realized that there was a deeper conspiracy behind this incident and began to control these remarks, but the other party was omnipresent.

Some big vs have begun to express their opinions on these "fans".

I learned to be bald: I know Meng Fu is a good artist, and I admire her very much, but "neural network" is originally utopianism. I said she could not complete it. Why do some fans scold me for private chats? Anyone who knows utopian knows that what I said is true. This project is a joke. I finally know how the annual scientific research budget is wasted. Instead of being too ambitious to engage in these utopianisms, it is better to use the money to do practical things.

At this point, I even posted a vote after learning it until I was bald.

【Can Meng Fu complete this project?】

1. Can

2. Can't

3. Not clear

The people on Weibo have already quarreled to a certain extent in the past two days, and more than one expert came out to say that this is utopianism.

Most of the fans on Weibo firmly voted for "ability".

Some rational people also voted for "can't".

Most of the votes were known, and Ren Yiu also showed her the feedback online. She took a casual look and then quietly voted "can't" and ignored it.

**

Eight days later, the "Neural Network" deadline arrived, and the project report meeting was located in the lecture hall of the institute.

At five o'clock in the morning, Xin Shun sent the last string of data to Meng Fu and came to the lecture hall.

During this period of time, someone has come to take up the spot in advance.

At six o'clock, a group of security guards and escorts came and set up a line of defense in the lecture hall.

Everyone who comes in must undergo careful review.

Xin Shun hasn't contacted Meng Fu in the past two days. He and Bes are responsible for the data part, and Meng Fu is doing it. In fact, he doesn't know what the process is.

Without much time, President Xu, Vice President Zou and others came over.

They sat in the first row.

It was also expected that Dean Xu would come to Xin Shun.

There were more and more people, and the lecture hall was almost full, and many people stayed outside and did not come in.

Xin Shun looked at the time, called Meng Fu, but did not dial.

He was a little anxious at this moment, who had been calm.

7:55.

Jin Zhiyuan looked at Meng Xun, "Have the great god not arrived yet? She hasn't compared the data with us yet."

But he was not in a hurry, and Meng Fu liked to check in.

Xin Shun shook his head and looked at Beth, "Mr. Beth, you know our project. Do you think our report will be successful today?"

"My data has been refined," Beth was silent for a moment. He has studied almost the same thing in the past eight days. "In addition to actuarial models, there is another problem with algorithm integration. I asked my teacher about the neural network. Back then, it was made by the federated t0-level IT master. Unless your team has t0-level algorithms, it will be difficult to succeed. Our model is half successful."

After hearing this, Xin Shun also became nervous.

Dean Xu went to the backstage to find Xin Shun. When he heard this, he couldn't help but smile: "Teacher Xin, are you ready?"

Xin Shun looked up lightly: "One of us hasn't arrived yet."

The algorithm and the model are both there in Meng Fu.

Dean Xu did not expose Xin Shun and just returned to his original place.

At 7:57, a young man slowly came in from the gate. It was Qian Team that Xin Shun had met before. There was also a beautiful man beside him.

In the hall, everyone stopped because of their arrival. Not many people knew the Qian team, and most of them were shocked by his momentum.

The staff around Xin Shun were sweating profusely on their foreheads, "Teacher Xin, that's..."

Xin Shun had never seen Bailize before, and only looked at Qian Team, "That's from the Artifact Association."

The staff took a breath. They were just a report meeting under the department. Why did the people from the Equipment Association come here?

Bailize didn't sit in the first row, so he just found a seat next to him and sat down.

Soon, a middle-aged man walked in slowly. His face was a little pale. He held two black balls in his left hand and walked to Bailize's row and slowly took his seat.

Bailize, who had already sat down, saw the visitor and saluted very elegantly: "Mr. Ren."

"President Baili." Renjun made a big move.

Team Qian said in Bailize's ear at this time.

Bailize raised his hand, looked at the time on his wrist, and smiled softly: "It's almost eight o'clock, Mr. Ren, do you think Miss Meng's report will be successful?"

Ren Jun's face did not change much.

7:59.
To be continued...