Chapter 1651 Derivative
Wen Rensheng spent a lot of effort to solve the problem of the commotion among Xiao Huan's men.
Now they have finally returned to their usual tranquility one by one: eating grass, basking in the sun, and farming every day...
However, outside, this kind of thing is getting worse.
On several popular radio stations in the wasteland, the most popular program every day is "Have you seen that woman?"
"Can you use a paintbrush to depict the most beautiful woman in your heart?"
"Is it a god or a monster? Let's compare the most beautiful woman in our heart."
Wen Rensheng I feel like there's a big problem here.
But the specific problem still needs to be observed.
Not long after, Xiao Huan came to him with great interest.
"Let's go watch a game."
"What game?"
"Several tentacle people said they were going to participate in the All-Wheat Goddess election, and everyone had to use their pens to draw the best in their hearts. Male, let’s compete to see who draws the true appearance of the goddess in my heart.” Xiao Huan chattered.
"Goddess? Camellia Goddess?" Wen Rensheng said casually.
He didn't think that any goddess would appear in the minds of all males, even the giant herbivorous beasts.
Humans, gods, beasts, male and female, even the cold-blooded Zeus cannot reach this level.
Behind the seemingly playful fun, there should be a huge conspiracy hidden.
That must be the case.
Thinking of this, he followed Xiao Huan and four or five tentacle people to participate in this all-wheat beauty pageant.
The location is located on a farm in the middle of the old McCann.
The city was in ruins, but the farm looked cleaner.
If you are hungry, you can find food on the spot. If you are thirsty, you can find a well. As for the toilet, you can find it on the spot.
The organizers are very considerate.
Anyone who does something but never considers eating, drinking, sleeping, etc. in planning should never believe every word he says.
Anyway, when Wen Rensheng came here, he found that the place was noisy.
Adventurers, players, tentacle men, mutated beasts, and a group of intelligent zombies...
Okay, even the corpses are not spared.
This is to encourage the corpse to cheer up and participate in the election of the Camellia Goddess.
People from different camps chose places to gather in different directions.
Above the camp, there was a loudspeaker shouting:
"The beauty contest will be hosted by Vincent, who is proficient in mind reading. He will use three tentacles to fully sense the impression of the goddess in the contestants' minds, and use thirteen tentacles to control the brush to depict it."
"How can one person be enough? There are tens of thousands of contestants here!" someone said dissatisfiedly.
“Yes, I want to draw it myself!” This is a person who is very confident in his painting skills.
"The competition will be held in the evening, and everyone must line up." The big broadcast continued to shout.
At night, everyone understood why Vincent could solve everyone's painting problems.
Because it is several hundred meters high and has tens of thousands of tentacles alone!
The upper body is an elephant head, the lower body is full of tentacles, and each tentacle has several eyes!
Everyone looked up, as if they were looking at Mount McCann.
“Run!”
“Can this monster eat people?”
"Everyone, be quiet. I don't eat people. I eat air." The giant creature made a "rumbling" sound.
Everyone felt at ease for some reason.
"Don't move, I will help you paint."
As he spoke, the giant creature stretched out countless tentacles towards everyone's heads.
Everyone sat down or stood still.
Each person is assigned sixteen tentacles, three to read brain information, and thirteen to draw on a drawing board that appears out of thin air.
In Wen Rensheng's view, these people seemed to be possessed, and they dared to let a group of strange tentacles touch their heads.
Of course, he would not do that.
However, the few tentacle people he brought willingly accepted the touch of the tentacles.
Xiao Huan looks very excited. He is always interested in such big scenes.
Flying here and there, pointing and criticizing each drawing board.
“This doesn’t look good, it’s obviously a big monster!” “This weighs six hundred pounds. Is this a sumo wrestler? Does anyone think this is a beauty?”
"This is quite good. She is actually a cat-eared girl. Let Wenwen turn into a cat later. We can't catch Lao Zhao like a sheep all the time."
Wen Rensheng glanced at this A slightly horrifying scene.
In his eyes, this is a picture of Kelvin's painting studio.
Didn’t those people feel a little strange atmosphere?
He walked around and finally stopped in front of a picture.
On that painting, there was no female. Instead, there was a picture of a galaxy.
When the painting of the galaxy was finished, a female appeared, with two men behind her.
He looked up at the male the painting belonged to.
This is an old man with gray hair and a work badge hanging on his chest.
It seems that he left in a hurry and did not take it off: "Researcher No. XXX of XX Launch Base".
Star flicker.
Why are they here?
Could it be that this beauty pageant has something to do with them?
Scenes flashed through Wen Rensheng's mind.
He understands that star bombers are a group of people favored by the simulator.
The entire wasteland is dominated by the simulator behind the scenes. This wave of people is equivalent to mastering the general trend, equivalent to the addition of luck in the flow of luck, and equivalent to having the emperor's support in the court battle. That faction.
Of course, this does not mean that the star bomber will definitely win, just like the emperor's support, it will change.
If these people don't perform well, they will be abandoned by the simulator.
He thought of the scene he observed before, these people were imitating the battle fortress.
But the core of Battlestar lies in the combination of data and emotion.
This is how you can travel and jump in the universe.
He began to have an idea.
Everything is connected again.
While he was thinking about it, the female in the drawing board in front of him suddenly smiled at him.
Wen Rensheng blinked, and the other party also blinked.
What is this?
Has the art of tea come into play?
It's a pity that he doesn't like this.
After all, he is a noble man.
“Do you think I’m beautiful?” the female in the drawing said suddenly.
“Too ugly.” Wen Rensheng shook his head.
"Why?" The female was a little angry.
"You only have the appearance, but no heart. The appearance is exquisite, but the heart is empty."
"Can you see the heart, the heart?"
"Of course you can, let me ask you, you know Derivative? "
"Uh, you know, isn't this something you learn in college?" The female was a little panicked.
I majored in tea art in college. I did derivatives and mathematics with the help of buying tea.
"Oh, then do you know the meaning of derivatives?"
"This..."
The female was silent, and then asked: "What is the use of knowing this thing? As long as those Just go and learn.”
“It’s boring. When you reach the top, you will find that all knowledge is useful. The only difference is when to use it.” Wen Rensheng shook his head.
“As long as I know how to use people, why do I need to learn these things?”
"People who talk like this will be tricked to death in the end."
Wen Rensheng twitched the corners of his mouth.
Why did he ask about the derivative?
It is not without purpose, the derivative is the local property of the function. The derivative of a function at a certain point describes the rate of change of the function near that point.
And now, the entire wasteland is changing before our eyes.
When he mentioned derivatives, he just told the other party that in the face of change, all appearances are useless.
What is useful is only what is inside.
(End of this chapter)