Attitude Balance Algorithm

P.S. Thanks to Qing Gang for the tip.

There were twelve steps at the entrance to the dormitory building. Yang Xiaoyu took them three at a time, using her lightness skill to leap down in just two bounds. Then, with her hands clasped behind her back, she hurried toward Candy in Mo Jingchun's arms with quick, tiny steps...

"Aw, Candy, did you miss your big sister?"

Yang Xiaoyu reached out and pinched Candy's cheeks, her eyes crinkling with laughter.

Candy, nestled in Mo Jingchun's arms, furrowed her little brows and tried with all her might to push away the icy hand.

But when Candy, with her sharp eyes, spotted the strawberries in Yang Xiaoyu's hand, she silently gave up resisting. The little chubby hand that had been trying to push away Yang Xiaoyu's cold hand reached for the red strawberries in the box instead.

When her little hands weren't enough, she bent down to help!

Unable to reach, the little one simply bent over, trying to get at the delicious strawberries.

"Hahaha, you little foodie. They're all yours."

Mo Jingchun helplessly took the strawberries, while handing class monitor Yang Xiaoyu the thirty persimmons from the girls in their class.

"Here, class monitor."

"There are thirty persimmons in there. Take them back and share them with everyone, and please thank them for taking care of Candy."

"OK! No problem! You know you can trust me to get things done."

Yang Xiaoyu reluctantly gave Candy's smooth little cheek one last pat, then carried the bag of persimmons back to her dorm.

Watching the little one start to drool, Mo Jingchun couldn't help but laugh. He took a strawberry from the clear box and handed it to Candy, then turned toward Dormitory Building No. 6 to find his senior, Zhang Huizhen. He gave her all ten persimmons meant for her and his senior, Yang Wenzhao.

Since Zhang Huizhen and Yang Wenzhao were a couple in the same class, he could just have her pass the persimmons on to him.

When Yang Xiaoyu got back to the dorm, she went around handing out persimmons, earning a chorus of cheers from the girls.

"Wow! Class monitor, I love you!"

"Come on, go love Mo Jingchun instead. These persimmons were sent from his hometown. He brought them for everyone to try as thanks for taking care of Candy."

"Hahaha, I'm dying, Deng Lanlan!"

Zhou Huiling clutched her stomach, laughing uproariously, while Deng Lanlan's face turned red in an instant.

"Class monitor, you're so mean."

After handing out all the persimmons, Yang Xiaoyu sat in her chair and stared worriedly at the two big, yellow ones on her desk.

She'd never eaten one before. Did you bite into it like other fruit, or did you have to wait for it to soften?

"Class monitor, can you eat these persimmons right away?"

As it turned out, she wasn't the only one who'd never eaten a persimmon.

"I don't know."

"Hmm, I'll ask Mo Jingchun."

Yang Xiaoyu raised her eyebrows and sent Mo Jingchun a message on QQ.

"These are sweet persimmons. You can eat them right away; no need to wait for them to soften."

After reading Mo Jingchun's reply, Yang Xiaoyu tilted her head toward her roommates and licked her lips. "Mo Jingchun says they're sweet persimmons, so we can eat them right away."

"Wu Xiaorong, look how big these persimmons are. One would be a lot for one person, right? How about we cut one in half and share it? I'll have mine next time."

"Sounds good!"

Yang Xiaoyu took half a persimmon and gently bit into it. Mmm, it tasted a little like a creamy date, but this sweet persimmon was much sweeter.

Anyway, it was delicious!

"Wow, it's so good!"

"And I just looked it up. Persimmons are supposed to moisten the lungs, produce fluids, help with hangovers, and relieve constipation!"

Yang Xiaoyu and her two other roommates stared at Wu Xiaorong, making her feel a little uneasy.

"Why are you all looking at me? I'm telling the truth! Look it up yourselves if you don't believe me."

"It's nothing..." Yang Xiaoyu and the other two said in unison, then all turned away from Wu Xiaorong.

Seriously, relieving constipation? Was that really appropriate to bring up while eating...

That afternoon, after Mo Jingchun had coaxed the little one to sleep and tucked her into bed, he read for a while. When he found he couldn't concentrate, he simply climbed into bed, lay under the covers, put on his headphones, and browsed short videos.

There was no denying that short videos had become a rich and varied world. After several years of development, they could often be more useful than web search engines for looking up information or other content. What's more, their explanations made things easier to understand and absorb.

Five years earlier, the public could never have imagined or understood anything like this.

You could say that behind almost every successful IT company was a far-sighted boss.

As Mo Jingchun browsed short videos, one playing on his phone made him freeze. It was only sixteen seconds long. By the time he snapped out of it, it had looped six times and was playing for the seventh.

The video was simple, with few scenes. It showed an elderly woman struggling to eat. She held a spoon, but never managed to bring the food to her mouth. Her hand kept shaking violently, and every time the spoonful of rice and vegetables lifted from the bowl, it shook and spilled onto the table.

When he came to, Mo Jingchun immediately looked up the statistics. There were nearly nine million people with Parkinson's disease worldwide, and a third of them—three million—were in China alone.

That meant nearly nine million people worldwide were unable to eat by themselves because of Parkinson's disease, and needed help from others to have a meal.

In fact, the number of people who couldn't eat on their own because of hand tremors was far greater than nine million. Parkinson's wasn't the only cause; epilepsy, Essential Tremor, and other conditions could also make someone's hands shake.

The reason Mo Jingchun had frozen at the video and looked up the information was that just then, a tiny spark of an idea had lit up in his mind.

A spoon! Mo Jingchun was going to invent a special eating spoon that could counteract uncontrollable hand tremors!

What was the hardest part? The algorithm! How to keep the spoon steady in a patient's hand despite violent shaking!

But for Mo Jingchun, the hardest problem turned out to be the easiest! The AI Smart Butler already had an Attitude Balance Algorithm, a powerful algorithm that used multiple methods to control a mech's posture.

When he'd drawn the prize, Mo Jingchun had only won the Smart Butler's code, not any information related to mech manufacturing. He'd thought the Attitude Balance Algorithm would be useless in the near future, perhaps even for five years. Who would have thought that one short video would make him realize its value?

He'd been worrying about which algorithm in the Smart Butler to implement first, but one short video had solved that problem.

If his little sister Candy hadn't still been asleep beside him, Mo Jingchun wouldn't have been able to stop himself from laughing out loud.