I'm Really Going to Become an Immortal
Chapter 159 - 133 I’m a newbie!

Chapter 159: Chapter 133 I’m a newbie!

April 5th, in the afternoon.

Bai Shi, dressed casually, showed up at the southern entrance of Jinjiang Art Center.

Despite finding the level of the art exhibition mediocre and having no intention of returning after yesterday’s visit,

he came anyway.

Not for a leisurely jaunt on the artificial lake just east of the south gate, but rather with a vague idea in mind.

After tutoring Chen Yun yesterday afternoon, out of boredom, he carefully read through the brochure issued by Jinjiang Art Center.

Then he discovered something.

Among the selected works in the brochure, there were paintings by a tetrachromat.

As an internationally renowned master of art forgery, his understanding of color was extraordinary.

Even though he wasn’t a tetrachromat himself, ever since a tetrachromat ex-girlfriend of Martin Redrado saw through a fake painting he had created,

he had delved profoundly into the study of this group.

Now Bai Shi couldn’t claim to fully comprehend the world of tetrachromats, but he at least had a vague grasp of part of its essence.

So, with just a glance,

he knew that among the paintings collected in the brochure, there was one whose use of color was so peculiar not because the painter was pursuing individuality, but because the painter was a rare tetrachromat.

So...

Bai Shi decisively decided to make another visit. However, since this visit wasn’t for viewing art, he didn’t bother to dress formally.

Entering with familiarity,

Bai Shi didn’t linger too long in the so-called masterpieces section on the first floor.

Masterpieces? They were all but chickens and dogs. To put it bluntly, Bai Shi felt that even the drawings he made with his feet at the age of eight were better than these.

Thinking thus,

Bai Shi quickly took the elevator to the second floor.

It was much livelier here than on the first floor.

Quite a few art students were intensively creating on-site paintings, due to assignments from their academies, drawing the attention of the surrounding crowd.

Perhaps the standards weren’t as stringent for the students, Bai Shi found the many paintings exhibited here somewhat more interesting.

Although many of the works were rife with dogmatism, they generally possessed some spirit.

Most had aspects that were praiseworthy.

Looking around with interest, Bai Shi quietly headed towards booth number 92.

Before long,

he arrived at the booth belonging to the tetrachromat’s painting advertised in the brochure, with the artist’s name listed as Cui Zixuan.

He saw an acquaintance with a crow on his shoulder, looking somewhat surprised at his approach.

"Hmm? It’s you!"

Cui Zixuan smiled with a bit of surprise.

Then, she looked around, as if searching for someone.

Seeing that Bai Shi was alone, she pouted cutely.

Upon noticing her reaction,

Bai Shi smiled, took out his phone, and handed it to Cui Zixuan with a photo opened.

"Mr. Cui, what do you think of this painting?"

Bai Shi got straight to the point, cheekily pointing to the photo on his phone for Cui Zixuan to look at.

The photo on the phone was one of the "Rainy Walk" style works by Martin Redrado, located in the masterpieces section on the first floor.

Indeed, Bai Shi’s goal today was to have Cui Zixuan, the tetrachromat, sharply critique it and, preferably, use her name to throw in a bunch of barbs, along with a disparaging review from Bai Shi, and send it to Martin Redrado.

Without letting old Martin Redrado get a taste of his mockery, Bai Shi felt utterly uncomfortable.

So,

he thought of coaxing others into mocking, and mixing his own ridicule in it, that too was a form of participation.

"Emmm, this is a piece by Master Martin, right? I think it’s very good."

Cui Zixuan also recognized the painting, nodded, and offered praise.

Compared to some of the internationally renowned masters, she was still a minor figure, so she politely gave a fair and positive review.

And theoretically speaking,

she had seen this painting on the first floor, and most of the details indeed were quite decent—minus some flaws in the use of colors, which were just about bearable.

"Don’t you think some of his color applications are too contrived and forced? Aren’t you tempted to write an email to critique him harshly?"

Seeing this, Bai Shi raised an eyebrow, unable to resist stoking the flames.

However, Cui Zixuan clearly was aware of her limitations and didn’t let herself be easily provoked.

She calmly shook her head, subtly stepping back to distance herself from Bai Shi.

Even though she genuinely felt that this so-called Master Martin’s application of colors was too deliberate and stiff, as if he was imitating someone’s style.

It wasn’t too apparent in the picture.

During her time on the first floor, she had closely observed Martin Redrado’s work and, using her powerful tetrachromatic ability, noticed the hesitation in Martin Redrado’s brushstrokes.

That stiffness and artificiality were too obvious.

Yet, although she saw it and thought it was very poor, Cui Zixuan, knowing she was just a student, naturally did not rashly provoke authority.

"Not your friend, have you gone through rehab?"

"You, as a tetrachromat who is extremely sensitive to colors, really can tolerate such stiff and deliberate use of color?"

Bai Shi couldn’t help but to criticize somewhat anxiously.

However, seeing that Cui Zixuan still showed refusal, he could only sigh helplessly.

The idea of hitching a ride on Cui Zixuan’s satirical email to output his own mockery essentially fell through.

It was a pity that Cui Zixuan wasn’t like the ex-girlfriend of that old boy, Martin Redrado, who couldn’t stand it.

Once upon a time, Martin Redrado was also a rather talented artist, but he lost his way because of the fake pieces sold by Bai Shi, trying in vain to imitate those same fakes and losing his style.

Then... Martin Redrado’s ex-girlfriend couldn’t stand the stiffness and artificiality of the colors and ran away.

The Cui Zixuan in front of him obviously wasn’t the type to not tolerate a grain of sand.

After pondering for a moment,

Bai Shi suddenly realized.

It seemed he had been hanging around Chen Yun, that mysterious guy, for too long.

He almost formed the fixed impression that if he found someone to do something bad, they would definitely agree.

In fact.

Not everyone was like Chen Yun; willing to meddle directly in whatever strange bad ideas Bai Shi came up with. Most people from Hua Country still preferred stability and moderation.

So having suddenly realized this issue, Bai Shi scratched his head with a hint of apology and said, "Sorry, Mr. Cui, my request was too presumptuous."

Saying that, Bai Shi was ready to turn around and leave.

However, recalling how Chen Yun elegantly caught the crow yesterday, and the scene where Cui Zixuan suddenly blushed.

Bai Shi considerately left Chen Yun’s contact information for Cui Zixuan.

With such a good brother of his own, shouldn’t he go back and treat him to a good meal?

Thinking this, Bai Shi then left the scene, deep in thoughts of concealing his abilities and reputation.

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And Chen Yun, who finished his lunch.

At this moment, was lying on the sofa, scrolling through videos to pass the time.

Bai Shi had to go out in the afternoon, so naturally, the transmission of knowledge related to signal modulation, baseband signals, and keys was temporarily suspended.

With nothing to study, Chen Yun chose to find some entertainment.

After all, he wasn’t some continuously operating machine; he occasionally wanted to relax.

Compared to confrontational games that tested reaction ability, which were not very interesting, only some things completely unrelated to physical fitness and reaction ability could interest him a bit.

Non-competitive games were good.

Reading novels and watching videos were also fine.

But Chen Yun recently had a slight book drought, so he began scrolling through videos.

And in terms of the ability to kill time, nothing could be more effective than scrolling through short videos.

As one video after another swiped by, it didn’t feel like the time was passing at all.

On his long-established account, Chen Yun watched the edgy videos go by and couldn’t help but curl his lips.

Sure, the beauties on the short videos wouldn’t show him pores, mites, and grease, but after watching so many, he was indeed suffering from aesthetic fatigue; moreover, looking closely was like watching pixels.

Not long after.

One video made Chen Yun’s scrolling finger hesitate and then swipe back.

"In the first 50 moves, I saw the shadows of all the sages over thousands of years in their Go plays. I wasn’t afraid; I am not inferior to the past sages. By the 80th move, I had seen the superb techniques of my former rivals. I wasn’t scared either; I had bested them. I calmly placed one stone after another, and it seemed that AI was not so unbeatable after all. Until I reached the 120th move and saw my shadow. Then I began to fear because if there was anyone I couldn’t defeat, it would definitely be the number one ’me’ in the world. My moves slowed down, yet Alpha seemed to need little thought. I heard the sound of electricity coursing through its CPU. Carrying the surge of thousands of years’ worth of sages, it clearly repeated an irrefutable statement: Go is dead! I surrendered, conceding my loss. The death of Go is not my loss, but humanity’s."

Watching this video, mourning the loss of the Chess Saint to AI, Chen Yun’s eyes flashed a hint of light.

If you talk about playing Go...

It should be far more challenging than other entertainment games, right?

Although he wasn’t too familiar with these.

He knew that the complexity of Go was beyond question; it could be said to be one of the biggest and most complicated in board games, and to calculate the optimal solutions of Go in theory would need computing power that humans are far from reaching.

And in the domain of Go AI, although human research into AI has not exhausted the possibilities of Go, it had already become powerful enough to surpass humans by leaps and bounds, a level that had caused countless human Go players to have their fighting spirit crushed.

If he considered playing Go as his regular entertainment, it seemed he could play for a very long time?

At least Chen Yun felt his current computing power probably still wasn’t a match for the computer.

Even if he might quickly surpass human Go players, AI should be challenging enough for him for a long while.

Thinking of this, Chen Yun registered an online Go account with interest, and for the nickname, he casually wrote "I’m a newbie."

Then...

Chen Yun opened a search engine to look for Go tutorials.

That’s right, he first sought some relevant tutorials to start learning Go from scratch.

Although in his heart he was arrogantly aiming for Go AI, even already fantasizing about dominating the world one day.

But in this domain, he was indeed a true newbie, just like the nickname he had just created.

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