Miss Star, spoiled by her father and brother

Chapter 624 Guidance from Number 7

Zhang Pete sent a message in the evening, asking about the parts of the courseware she had doubts about during the day, and also inquiring whether something had happened that made her suddenly take leave in the afternoon.

At that time, Xu Weiwei had already boarded the starship. She explained that she had indeed encountered some issues and needed to leave for a while, with no fixed return date. The upcoming lessons would be pre-recorded and sent to the group chat. Work-related and academic questions could be discussed online.

Zhang Pete replied with "OK".

Xu Weiwei was a little embarrassed.

Thinking about it, it seems the students have always been like this, never having studied Traditional Chinese Medicine in a stable and consistent way. She's like an irresponsible parent, leaving the children to be "left-behind children," to fend for themselves, and feeding them "fast food."

Feeling guilty, Xu Weiwei sent more than a dozen large red envelopes to the group chat, and then went out to send a large one to Zhang Pete alone, asking him to take care of things while he was away.

After doing all this, Xu Weiwei walked to the bedside, sat down, and lay straight down, staring at the ceiling.

"Number Seven, do you think Chief Uncle and the others are still alive?"

Number Seven's "face" glowed blue, and the data inside the chip rotated rapidly. Two seconds later, it tilted its head, and a puzzled electronic expression appeared on the screen: "Sorry, I don't know this person. Can you tell me more about 'Uncle Chief'?"

"Him... I'm sorry, I forgot you haven't been to Goodell, but you know Ganz, right? Uncle Chief is his biological father..."

Xu Weiwei began to tell her story slowly.

Number 7 is a great listener. They won't interrupt, comment, or reveal your secrets; they'll just listen attentively and occasionally offer some responses.

As she reminisced about the past, it was as if she were reliving those scenes all over again, and a faint smile unconsciously appeared on Xu Weiwei's face.

She talked about the chief's family, the priest, Uncle Dao, Uncle Kai, and Aunt Hong who took care of her, and many other little things: the kind grandmother who gave her water chestnut cakes, her beloved little horse, and picking ula grass on the cliff with Ganz and catching crabs in the river together..."

"After Aunt Hong came back, she was transferred to the Empire's Supreme Intelligence Bureau. We chatted a while ago, and she said everything was fine and she was on a mission. She told me to check the news later. I also saw Uncle Hammer, Uncle Gold, and Uncle Black today..."

Xu Weiwei didn't recognize them at first, only noticing that several people seemed to be looking at her. When she met their gaze, they gave her bright smiles. The more she looked, the more familiar they seemed, and she slowly remembered that they were the soldiers who had held her when she was a child.

"I almost didn't recognize them, they've matured so much. Especially Uncle Jin, his hair's shaved into a buzz cut, the change is huge. He looks like he's gone from a raw recruit to a 'ruthless bandit,' but his smile gives him away, his childlike side comes out immediately. He was the one who hugged me the most when I was little..."

Xu Weiwei was so engrossed in the past that she was completely unaware that she had let something slip.

After venting her feelings, she felt much better.

“You really enjoyed it there. I can tell it was a wonderful time,” Number Seven said.

Xu Weiwei thought for a moment and said, "Yes."

Although she occasionally felt a little lonely, overall, Planet Goodell provided her with a relaxed and enjoyable time. If she hadn't been forced into confinement there, her life might have been accelerated much earlier. She wouldn't have had the opportunity to learn from the priests, nor experience a different way of life.

Unfortunately, that pristine place was eventually found.

Xu Weiwei couldn't remember how the original work portrayed them. She only remembered that the Guderians were slaughtered horribly. They were incredibly brave, but they were powerless against the high-tech weapons of a superior civilization, and their numbers drastically decreased. In the end, under the threat of extermination and the deaths of the elderly, women, and children, they were forced to compromise and become "tools" for the invaders to make money.

In the end, their fate was no different from that of the Native Americans.

It's possible that someone died right at the moment she was talking to Number Seven.

Xu Weiwei couldn't imagine what Gantz was feeling at that moment.

"Would it be better if I didn't bother him?" she murmured softly.

Fine electronic ripples flickered behind Number Seven's eyes. Human emotions are the most difficult information to process. It can provide many formulaic answers, but the core processor doesn't allow it to. Because its chip is more advanced, it must provide personalized answers that match its level of intelligence.

After the algorithm had been running for a while, Number Seven spoke up: "Gantz sounds like a simple, cheerful, and optimistic person. Such people are often not good at solving problems independently and need the company of others when they encounter setbacks."

"Now, his homeland is facing a major crisis, and he must feel very vulnerable and helpless."

"When a wolf is injured, it often becomes more aggressive towards people who approach it. But when a loyal dog is injured, it may crave its owner's care and a warm hug."

"After listening to you talk so much, Ganz really fits the personality traits of a dog. Why not try patting him on the head and comforting him like you would a big dog?"

Xu Weiwei went from being confused at first, to being thoughtful, and finally propped her head up, staring at Number Seven with her eyes wide open and unblinking.

Number Seven's answer was unbelievable. She had only wanted to vent her stress, and she never expected to receive such specific behavioral instructions.

I must say, Number Seven's analysis is absolutely right.

Xu Weiwei stood up and excitedly hugged it: "Ahhhhh! Thank you, Number Seven! I love you so much! Muah!"

The young master walked out with light steps, leaving only Number Seven "person" in the room.

This bare, iron lump stood in the center of the room, processing the owner's reaction.

Besides its core processing chip, it also contains a "memory storage card" that allows it to continuously "learn," collecting various human emotional responses and incorporating them into its own code. This process gradually brings it closer to the thought patterns of a "human."

This process has been long, but we made some new progress today, the 7th.

The owner expresses gratitude with hugs and kisses, with a hug strength of approximately 3.5 kPa and a temperature of 36.3°C. The owner's own feedback is: ...

After conducting a self-inspection, No. 7 categorized this behavior as "risk" because its chip overheated.

It thought that human emotions were too complicated; it couldn't even handle a kiss.

But when the temperature dropped and the scene was replayed, the scales swayed several times, and Number Seven finally changed "risk" to "like".