After his blunder in the handsome guy's comment section was exposed.

The AIC competition has come to a close, and the awards ceremony was held in the school's auditorium.

Several chandeliers on the dome illuminated the venue brightly.

The giant LED screen in the center of the stage lit up with a blue and white main visual image, displaying the competition logo and event name, while the competition emblem decorations on both sides slowly rotated.

The audience seats were full.

Cameras were set up on both sides and in the middle of the aisle, pointing at the center of the stage.

Less than ten minutes before the awards ceremony was to begin, several seats in the first row of the VIP section were still empty, and even the principal had not yet appeared.

Coincidentally, the few who were absent were gathered at the entrance of the hall outside the auditorium.

Xingque Technology President Song Zhixing had just pledged to donate 100 million yuan to the school in the name of alumni, and the principal was all smiles: "Thank you, President Song, for your support of our school's AI talent cultivation. This fund will be specifically used to establish scholarships and research funds in the field of artificial intelligence, and the winners of this competition will also be included in the first batch of funding recipients."

"I was also trained by Peking University, and it is my honor to do my part for my alma mater," Song Zhixing responded modestly.

The two people standing next to him are Zhao Qiming, the founder of Qiyun Intelligence, and Sun Zhi, the CTO of Fengmang Technology, both of whom are influential figures in the AI ​​industry.

Xi Chenzhou stood among several big shots, still dressed casually. He had broad shoulders and long legs, and his loose clothes were made to look tall and stylish by his frame.

He showed none of the awkwardness of an ordinary student; on the contrary, he was relaxed and at ease, as if he was meant to be in this position or would eventually reach the same level as these people.

After a burst of old-fashioned laughter from the business tycoons.

The founder of Qiyun Intelligence patted Xi Chenzhou on the shoulder: "Your dad mentioned to me that you were tinkering with AI, but I didn't expect you to have gone this far. You're amazing, Xi."

Xi Chenzhou: "Mr. Zhao, you flatter me. It was just a casual game."

"Just playing around?" Zhao Qiming smiled and glanced at him. "You're being too modest. I've seen your presentation video. The closed-loop logic of that emotional interaction system is quite mature, and the design concept of the emotional anchor points is also very clear. I'll have your dad arrange a meeting later, and we can talk about it in detail. I'm very interested in your project."

Xi Chenzhou nodded, his tone steady: "Thank you, Mr. Zhao. If we have any product development ideas later, I hope to have the opportunity to consult with you."

"So, Mr. Zhao's already poaching talent?" The CTO of Fengmang Technology chuckled twice, not wanting to be outdone, and said to Xi Chenzhou.

"Our technical department has discussed your system. Its adaptive capabilities in complex interaction scenarios are extremely refined, which is beyond the level of undergraduate projects. If you are interested, you are welcome to come to our core technology group for further discussion and exchange. You are welcome anytime."

Xi Chenzhou nodded: "Thank you for the invitation. I will definitely ask for your advice when I have the chance."

"Okay, let's add each other on WeChat." Sun Zhi took out his phone.

"Let's add one too. It'll be easier to talk about it later."

Zhao Qiming and Song Zhixing then unlocked their phones.

In this industry, algorithms can be reproduced and computing power can be bought, but a truly top-notch brain is always the scarcest resource.

Therefore, even industry leaders like these individuals will take the initiative to reach out to outstanding talents.

The president of Peking University looked at the group adding each other on WeChat with a proud smile on his face. He felt honored, as these were talents cultivated by their university, who would surely gain a foothold in their respective industries after graduation.

After they added each other on WeChat, the principal's assistant, observing their expressions, reminded them, "The event is about to start; all leaders, please prepare to go in."

The group moved over.

The staff member over there had been watching the group's movements. Upon seeing this, he immediately signaled to Lin Xuechun and another female hostess, "You two hurry over and greet them, and guide the guests to their seats."

The guests' backgrounds had already been trained, and each guest had been assigned a mentor.

Another etiquette girl who was with Lin Xuechun immediately went up to them with a confident smile, her face beaming with a practiced, formulaic smile: "President Sun, President Zhao, this way please. Watch your step."

They even gave a thoughtful reminder.

Lin Xuechun had no prior experience with these procedures and had not been trained in them; she had only heard Guan Ying mention a few words of experience verbally.

We're being forced into this situation.

She heard that the person she was going to be hosting was some kind of business tycoon. She usually blushes when she talks to boys, and she feels even more pressured and nervous when she talks to a tycoon. She's afraid she won't know how to respond or will make a mistake that will embarrass the school.

Especially since they were wearing sky-high heels.

He could barely walk steadily.

When she tried on shoes at the shoe store at noon, Xi Chenzhou helped her walk a few steps and it seemed okay. But when she came back, changed her shoes, and started walking on her own, her posture became a little off.

He walked slowly, like a cripple, with one side higher than the other and his knees leaning forward.

So she wasn't looking this way at all; she was hiding behind the side door, walking back and forth practicing.

Fortunately, my walking posture is now quite natural and proper.

She took a deep breath and walked towards the remaining CEO, Mr. Song, in her high heels.

I wasn't paying attention while practicing my walking posture, but now I realize that Xi Chenzhou is actually next to that President Song.

Seeing Xi Chenzhou made her even more nervous. Thinking about what she was wearing, she felt a little shy for some reason and clenched her fingers uncomfortably.

She was wearing a formal, fitted cheongsam, white with red trim and a few dark red embroidered flowers on the side.

The cheongsam was of a conventional style, but she had a large bust, a slim waist, and a shapely bottom.

After putting on the cheongsam, her figure was fully revealed. Not to mention her chest, the most eye-catching part was her waist and hips. Her waist was deeply concave on both sides, and her hips were wide on both sides. Her legs were long and straight, and her curves were perfect.

Just now in the changing room, the other etiquette girls joked with her, saying that her figure would make any woman blush.

Lin Xuechun usually wears fitted base layers, but she always pairs them with loose jeans, which is at most casual with a touch of sexiness.

Unlike this cheongsam, which exudes femininity and is like a ripe peach, radiating fragrance from head to toe.

Add to that her lightly made-up face, with red lips and white teeth, almond-shaped eyes and peach-like cheeks, her eyes bright and black, moist and glistening, her eyelashes fluttering, her gaze both pure and charming.

They are so beautiful and vibrant, just like newly opened flower buds; you can't take your eyes off them once you look at them.

As she walked over, her gaze briefly met Xi Chenzhou's.

Xi Chenzhou's gaze fell on her waistline, then moved to her small face, his eyes deepening.

Lin Xuechun looked away guiltily, her ears burning uncontrollably.

Although neither of them said anything, their eyes conveyed a clear message to each other.

Lin Xuechun didn't forget her work. She passed Xi Chenzhou and walked up to Song Zhixing, her sweet voice tinged with nervousness: "President Song, this way please."

As she spoke, she turned slightly to the side, leading Song Zhixing toward the guest seats. Her high heels made a soft, crisp sound as they clicked on the marble floor.

Song Zhi walked beside her, his gaze shifting from her slender, snow-white neck to the tips of her slightly flushed ears: "Are you nervous?"

Lin Xuechun glanced sideways and smiled awkwardly.

Song Zhixing: "Don't be nervous, take your time, there's no rush."

His voice was deep and gentle, carrying the composure unique to a mature man.

He looked to be in his early thirties, wearing a well-fitting dark gray suit, with captivating eyes, a high nose bridge, and an elegant and refined demeanor.

"Is this your first time doing etiquette?" After taking a few steps, he continued to ask Lin Xuechun.

"Mm," Lin Xuechun replied politely.

"Just participate in a few more activities," Song Zhixing smiled, his gaze returning to the front, and casually asked, "What year are you in?"

"Freshman year."

Which college?

"Journalism School"