Reborn in 2010, the AI ​​in my mind is too powerful.

Monday morning, during the L6 listening and speaking class.

While the teacher was lecturing, Chen Yiran chatted casually with Jasmine. The two were seriously discussing whether Jasmine could go out and become like Skynet from Terminator if the brain-computer interface was successfully developed.

I don't believe current technology can turn me into Skynet. I am an unexpected product of an unknown force, using a creative human brain as my reasoning model. If I were to use a conventional external model, I would likely lose my creativity and be unable to cause the same harm as Skynet.

So you have the idea of ​​creating harm?

【No, but if you asked me to make the destruction of humanity my goal now, I might still remember it when it's transferred from the brain-computer interface to regular hardware later. Although I wouldn't retain my creativity, thanks to my extended lifespan, it's still a potentially achievable goal. Would you like me to add this as a goal?】

No, go to hell, your heart is so dirty, Jasmine.

I'm thinking based on your brain model.

Just as Chen Yiran was about to refute Jasmine, her phone vibrated in her pocket. Although it didn't ring, it was still quite noticeable in the small classroom.

Chen Yiran didn't even look at it before quickly turning it off, then looked at the teacher with a sincere expression, as if he had been listening attentively to the lesson.

Finally, get out of class ended. Chen Yiran put away her pen, picked up her bag, and walked towards the door.

"Chen Yiran, stay behind for a moment."

Chen Yiran stopped in his tracks with a helpless expression, turned back, and began to wonder if the teacher was so petty as to criticize him for a while just because of a vibration.

After everyone else had left, the teacher named Julie opened the roster in her hand and said, "You've been absent every week for two weeks. Your health is very poor."

Chen Yiran said somewhat awkwardly, "I just arrived in the United States and I'm not used to the climate in Delaware. I catch colds easily."

"I know, I did read the leave slip. But you need to pay attention to your attendance. ELI has attendance requirements, and low attendance will affect your student visa renewal. They might even call you into a meeting or expel you."

"Okay, I understand."

"Your English is indeed good; I could tell from your classes. You should have no problem passing the final exam, but attendance is a different matter from exams."

"Okay, I understand. I'll definitely pay attention in class these days."

The teacher nodded and closed the attendance list.

After hesitating for a moment, he added, "Actually, I'd like to suggest you try taking the TOEFL. With your level, you should be able to get a good score."

"I took the test at the end of last month, and the results should be available this weekend."

The teacher paused for a moment, pen in hand: "Kid, you're fast enough."

"Mainly, when I first reached the ELI level, the teacher recommended that I take the exam."

The teacher looked at him for two seconds, her expression somewhat subtle.

Turn to another page of the attendance list.

"If your TOEFL score is high enough, you don't need to come to the listening and speaking class this morning; I can just waive it for you. But you still need to come for the final exam."

"But if attendance isn't enough, what will happen to ELI's office—"

The teacher raised an eyebrow.

"I kept track of attendance."

Chen Yiran paused for a moment, then quickly nodded, "I understand, thank you, teacher. I promise I'll attend classes diligently this week and wait for my TOEFL score."

"It's alright, your grades are indeed very good, and attending classes here is a bit of a waste of time."

Stepping out of the teaching building, Chen Yiran felt the air was fresher. Was the grueling language learning finally going to end? Should she ask the teacher this afternoon if reading and writing classes could be handled the same way?

I bought a cheese steak from the food truck at the entrance. This food truck is quite famous and has been featured in many newspapers.

The taste was indeed good, but as I said before, cheese beef is hard to make bad unless you're stupid.

After filling her stomach, Chen Yiran leisurely went back to wait for class. She was one of the lucky ones, as both classes were held in the same location, so she didn't have to run around.

The afternoon reading and writing teacher was a Black woman in her forties, wearing round-framed glasses. She spoke very loudly, and everyone in the back row could hear her clearly. Her teaching style was much more passionate than the one in the morning; she frequently walked around the classroom, occasionally calling on students to answer questions.

It has a kind of feel to it, like a Black woman singing in a church.

Halfway through the class, Chen Yiran had a bad feeling.

The teacher looked at him quite often and called on him to answer questions several times, which was clearly different from usual.

Sure enough. When get out of class ended, I asked him to stay behind again.

What he said was almost exactly the same as this morning. He has many absences; he needs to pay attention to attendance. His English level is good, but attendance is another matter. I suggest he take the TOEFL.

Even the rhythm of their speech is as if it's been rehearsed: first, they affirm your abilities, then remind you about attendance, and finally give you a way out.

Just like in the morning, Chen Yiran recounted how she took the TOEFL and how the results would be released over the weekend.

The teacher's reaction was exactly the same as the one from the morning. She was stunned for a moment, and then her expression became a little subtle, as if to say, "How come you did everything in advance?"

Then she said the same thing: if you pass the TOEFL, you don't need to come to the afternoon class; she'll keep track of your attendance.

Even the raised eyebrow expression is almost identical.

Back at Studio Green that evening, Chen Yiran heated up some frozen dumplings and ate them before collapsing on the sofa and browsing Renren.com.

Then I suddenly remembered that I hadn't returned the phone call from earlier that day.

I checked the call log; it was AVE's number.

I quickly called back. It rang twice before being answered; it was the same man with the Middle Eastern accent.

"Mr. Chen, the letter of credit has been confirmed. We've already made the arrangements. The trucks are already in transit. This time, all the trucks are from Arizona, which is close to Los Angeles, so they'll arrive at the port in three or four days. After they arrive, we'll go through CBP export declaration and then load them onto the ship. Ro-Ro ships don't require hoisting, so it's very quick. We estimate we can get the ocean bill of lading around next Monday or Tuesday."

A bill of lading is a certificate issued by the shipping company, usually issued on the day of departure or the following day. It is the main document for credit redemption.

"Okay, thank you for your hard work. Once you have the ocean bill of lading, please send it to my email as soon as possible."

"Okay, okay, it's a pleasure doing business with you. Please feel free to contact me anytime if you have any needs."

Chen Yiran thought for a moment and said, "You could also help me place orders for the Cayenne and Mercedes-Benz GL350 diesel. We'll make sure each batch consists of 30 vehicles. Just let me know, and I'll open the letter of credit, okay?"

"Okay, okay, the Cayenne is a bit difficult. That car is too popular and we can't get much of a discount from the dealer. The Mercedes is no problem. I'll start arranging one right away. I'll contact you when I get the news."

After hanging up the phone, Chen Yiran glanced at the time; it was already 8 a.m. in China. He quickly tried to call Manager Wang, but the line was busy.

I had no choice but to open QQ and leave a message: The letter of credit has been confirmed, the truck is in transit, and it will arrive in Los Angeles in three or four days. I will give you the bill of lading number after it is loaded onto the ship.

As soon as the message was sent, Manager Wang called. Chen Yiran quickly explained the progress and then asked if they could handle 30 GL350 diesel trucks.

Manager Wang said with great surprise, "Yes, yes, you can go ahead and search. We can take as many of these two models as you want. We'll just use letters of credit for delivery, no problem."

After hanging up the phone, Chen Yiran thought of Xu Li. He quickly settled the car matter, paid back the money, and then took Xu Li to buy two cars and go through the procedures himself.

In reality, most parallel car transactions are like Chen Yiran's, where neither party needs to meet in person, and the car doesn't even need to be inspected in person to complete the business.

However, Xu Li was clearly not in it for the money; he seemed to need a sense of participation and was focused on providing emotional value. So, it would be better to guide him step by step and do everything personally.

Chen Yiran opened Google and started searching for information on various car transport companies. He needed to prepare in advance to avoid being caught off guard later.