Bello's room was lit with candles, and when the boy entered, he yawned, took off his coat, and leaned back on the bed. The body fell on the bed, only to realize that something was wrong.

Bello got up and looked back, and saw a bewitching figure lying on his side on the bed. The light of the candle reflected on her curvaceous body, depicting an undulating silhouette, fragrant shoulders and beautiful buttocks, beautiful.

Bello let out an "ah" cry in fright, and almost jumped out of bed.

"Is my sister so scary?little brother?" a resentful voice came out of the woman's mouth, and the person lying on her side on the bed was none other than the demon girl Bella.

"It's not scary, it's not scary, it's my cowardice!" Bello patted his heart, and he was not polite, and lay down directly on the bed, and lay down in front of Bella. Bella's breathing could be felt all over her face.

Taking a deep breath, Bello said, "Oh! It's so fragrant, sister, are you here to warm my bed?"

Hearing this, Bella chuckled, supported her left hand, put her right hand on Bello's chest, and the whole person leaned over, as if she was half-lying on Bello's body, very ambiguous.

Bella is very tall, taller than Bello, her skin is white and tender, and she can't see any pores. With this tilt, Bello could feel the outside of her arm touch a soft spot.

I may not agree with you, but I certainly respect your right to speak. Bello said seriously.

"If your hands were honest, I'd trust you little devil!" Belle pulled Bello's right hand out and threw it at his own chest. While talking just now, Bello quietly rubbed the back of his right hand outward, just rubbing it on the girl's thigh, and was unceremoniously grabbed by the girl and thrown back.

"Oh, my hand, it's not honest, it owes a lesson, I will teach him a good lesson in the future. A lesson must be learned!" Bello snorted, trying to put his right hand down, but Bella held down his right hand to prevent the boy from moving.

"I waited for a day, and you didn't tell me about the 'Market Portrait'? I wanted to hear you talk about it in the evening, but you went to Lancelot's room again, and I had to wait here, sister. Bella exhaled beside the boy's ear in a resentful tone, and the hot breath blew on Bello's ear, making him itch and want the woman to keep talking.

After listening to the girl's words, Belo smiled and replied, "Sister, will you be separated?" I asked at the door of Lancelot A scent is exactly the same as the scent on your body now. If you're waiting here, who's going to listen to the wall at Lancelot's door? Does anyone in the Pike family wear the same makeup as you?"

Bella's right hand patted the boy gently, like a coquette, the expression on her face Belo couldn't see clearly, and she thought it should be disgusted with her little daughter's demeanor.

"Tell me about the portrait, will you?" Bella gently kicked Bello's calf like a beautiful snake coiled around the boy's body.

"Why don't you talk about something else first? There's more to it than that! By the way, I have to thank you for helping me get rid of the curse. Bello struggled to get up sideways and face the girl, but found that the slender arm pressed against his chest seemed to be made of pure steel, and could not move at all.

When facing the girl, Bello was a little floating, and the female face made him feel relaxed unconsciously, and he spoke a lot more presumptuously. It's the affinity that comes with a woman's gender. This doesn't mean that you can really be casual in front of Bella. His age, his background, allows him to be presumptuous in front of Bella to a certain extent, but beyond that, the girl will show an iron fist and press him back.

After Bello finished speaking, the girl didn't say anything, just waited quietly. The boy knew what she was waiting for, and she was waiting for herself to speak.

"Market customer portraits, this thing is complicated to say, but in fact it is quite complicated. The goal of this stuff is to filter user behavior. To put it bluntly, it is to know what people want and like, and then push it according to their preferences. The word push popped out of Bello's mouth, this word is a word in the Internet era, and it should be called now-

"When I say push, I mean to introduce the customer to the corresponding thing he wants. A person's words can deceive people, his expression can deceive people, and his long-term behavior will definitely not deceive people. This kind of long-term behavior statistics, counting a large amount of key information of a type of customer, so as to establish a certain aspect of the user's behavior behavior, is called customer portrait. With this portrait, you know how these people will deal with certain aspects and certain things from a statistical point of view. Bello pondered the language and explained in simpler terms.

"There is a big premise of user portraits, which is the platform. ”

"Platform?" asked Bella, puzzled, in her understanding, the platform, shouldn't it be a neat and tidy platform, and how could such a thing be involved?

"The so-called platform, you can understand it, is a place where customers gather in order to do something, for example, a market is a platform, where you can count the purchasing power of nearby residents. The auction house is also a platform to count the purchases of those who have money. The shops of the adventurer's guild and the technician shop belong to the platform and can count the purchase data of adventurers. The adventurer's task release platform can count the adventurer's consciousness targeting. ”

"To do statistics, first of all, you have to choose a good platform, if you want to count literature, you have to be a literary platform, if you want to count business, you have to be a business platform, these platforms are professional platforms, and the user portraits of each platform only involve a part of the users, which is not comprehensive, so be careful not to generalize. ”

For example, if you are doing statistics in a store, you can count how many people have entered the door, how many people have spent money, how many people have spent ten silver coins, how many people have spent one gold thaler, how many people have spent ten gold thalers, and how many people have spent ten gold thalers. By summarizing the data over a period of time, you can clearly see the consumption behavior of these people. This type of statistics is called a user profiling. Bello told him what he knew, and he tried to explain it to Bella in a vocabulary that he could understand at the moment. I don't know if this peerless demon queen around me can understand.

He didn't see it, and Bella's eyes grew brighter and brighter as he explained.

After explaining for a long time, the girl did not squeak, and Bello was a little thirsty, so he stopped, turned his head, and found that Bella was staring at herself, her eyes were not focused, and she looked like she was out of the world.

"Hey, do you understand what I'm saying!" Bello blew lightly, and the girl's eyebrows twitched a few times, waking her up from her soul wandering state.

"Then what platform is best for statistics?" Bella, turning her senses, asked softly.

For this question, Bello's brain has not yet turned, and his mouth has already said: "Of course it is the trading platform!"

"Giggles!" the girl laughed twice, leaned her face on Bello's chest, and whispered coquettishly, "Then you are telling people about productivity and production relations!"

"I want to drink water, I want to sleep!" Bello protested, although the picture was beautiful and beautiful. But the beauty next to her is probably even more terrifying than the Transformers, and she can't move when she is pressed by one arm, so it's not too uncomfortable.

"Oh! I was negligent, little brother, I'm going to pour you water. Bella stuck out her tongue in embarrassment, looking like a little daughter.

After drinking the water, Bello began to talk about the theory of the mutual influence of the relations of production of the productive forces, which had been spoken about once in Lancelot's room just now, and this time it was easy to talk about. This kind of thing is too boring, Bello is confused, and there is a tendency to fall asleep while talking.

Half-asleep, Bella seemed to ask a lot of questions, and the boy answered casually, and he himself didn't know what he was answering.

I don't know when I entered the dream world, Belo saw that his dream world was much blurred than before, the original bright mask had turned gray, and everything else was like frosted glass, blurred, and only a shadow could be seen.

When the curse is removed, the dream world will disappear. Bello was stunned, and the Mask Killer and the Tower Man who had turned into shadows obviously couldn't practice against each other.

Belo had no choice but to practice the "Red Moon Swordsmanship" over and over again in the dream world.

When I woke up in the early morning, the beautiful snake beside me had disappeared without a trace, and Belo only saw a long golden hair on the pillow next to him.

The goblin didn't know when he left.

Bello was stunned, got up honestly, washed, and then went out, took his sword in front of the door and began to continue practicing swordsmanship. Yesterday Lancelot was right, he has been involved in a dispute with the Revolutionary Army, and if he is not able to save his life, he may end up miserable.

After one set, practice again.

I don't know how long, Bello indulged in this set of swordsmanship.

It wasn't until there was a "snap" applause in his ears that Belo finished the current set of practice, put away his sword, and let out a long breath, which was condensed but not dispersed, like a small arrow, flying straight forward for a distance of three or five meters, and then gradually dissipated.

It was Bella's enchantress who applauded, and today she didn't know where to change into a dress, a cloak and shawl jacket on her upper body, made of black woolen material, the dress was a high-necked slim style, a wide belt around the waist stretched out a small thin waist, the length of the coat reached above the knees, and the two sleeves were like shawls from the shoulders to the upper arms and hung down, there were no sleeves on the forearms, revealing the white close-fitting inner sleeves. On the legs are long boots, the height of the boots reaches the knee, and the laces run from the foot to the knee, and a bow is tied at the edge of the boot.

There are gaps between the boots and the jacket, and white skin can be faintly seen.

"Do you want to join us in the Blood Moon Celebration?" the girl was drinking a drink she didn't know what she was drinking, and she looked at Bello, who had just finished exercising, and her spirit was very good.

"What? you think beautiful!" Belo angrily thrust his sword into his waist, and replied as he went back to his room to wash up again.