The divorce comeback system arrived right after I was born.

The freshman class meeting of Yuanpei College is scheduled for Room 203 of the Science Building.

Those sitting here are either top scorers in the college entrance examination from their respective provinces or gold medalists in various competitions; any one of them could easily excel at an ordinary university.

The counselor was a male teacher in his early thirties, surnamed Zhou. He wore black-rimmed glasses and seemed quite amiable.

The process was very old-fashioned; it was simply a matter of everyone taking turns to introduce themselves and then running for class committee.

Chen Zhi had absolutely no interest in running for class officer.

After all, he doesn't need to take postgraduate entrance exams or civil service exams, nor does he need to complete his work experience; running for class officer is just making things difficult for himself.

Instead of wasting his time, he would rather spend more time with Lin Wanwan, or help that wicked woman Pei Ningxue heal her emotional wounds, or go to Renmin University to tease Xiao Zhiyi.

Isn't this better than being a beast of burden for a counselor?

"Hey, Chen," Guo Yang nudged him with his elbow and whispered, "What do you think of that girl in the white dress in the front row?"

Chen Zhi looked up and glanced at it.

She is indeed quite pretty, with well-proportioned features and fair skin. She wasn't wearing much makeup; she's the girl-next-door type. In a regular class, she would definitely be the class beauty, adored by all the boys.

But Chen Zhi only glanced at it before looking away, showing little interest.

"It's alright, but the nose is a bit flat and the eyes aren't big enough."

Guo Yang's eyes widened: "This is 'okay'? Brother Chen, your standards are way too high! She'd be a school beauty in our high school!"

Chen Zhi smiled but didn't say anything.

This is a classic example of how difficult it is to go from extravagance to frugality.

He's surrounded by superstar-level beauties like Lin Wanwan, teased by bewitching vixens like Pei Ningxue, and cherished by gentle, pure-hearted girls like Li Zhiyi.

His aesthetic threshold has long been raised to the atmospheric level.

Chen Zhi is currently in a state of sagehood, where "he has no woman in his heart, and his sword is naturally divine when he draws it."

Do you think this bunch of ugly ducklings can catch my eye?

The self-introductions on stage continued.

Everyone here is a top scorer or gold medalist in their respective provinces. Who doesn't have a bit of pride? Although they said they were humble during their self-introductions, their words were full of Versailles-like arrogance.

They said things like, "He doesn't have any special skills, except he's won two international gold medals," or "He's usually lazy and just takes tests casually."

When it was Chen Zhi's turn, he slowly walked onto the podium.

Yesterday's "Rolls-Royce incident" caused quite a stir at Guanghua, but it didn't spread as widely at Yuanpei, since we're not in the same department.

"Hello everyone, my name is Chen Zhi."

"A native of Jiangcheng. Special skills include computer repair, system reinstallation, and screen protector application."

My hobby is sleeping. I hope we can all get along peacefully, thank you.

After speaking, he bowed, stepped down from the stage, and didn't say a single unnecessary word.

The whole class was stunned for a moment, then burst into good-natured laughter.

Is this what it means for a big shot to be low-key?

Back in his seat, Li Zicong straightened his collar and stood up with a serious expression.

"Are you going to run for office?" Chen Zhi glanced at him.

Li Zicong nodded: "Yes, my dad said that in a place like Peking University, connections are more important than knowledge. Being a class monitor is a great resource, whether it's for postgraduate admission or other things."

Chen Zhichong gave him a thumbs up: "Keep it up, Squad Leader Li."

Li Zicong walked confidently onto the podium.

It must be said that the rich kid really has an aura. He was neither Versailles nor stage-frightened, but rather very pragmatically outlined several plans, even promising to cover half of the class's team-building expenses in the future.

This wave of "money power" speeches was very effective.

After all, nobody wants to go against money.

In the final voting, Li Zicong won the position of class monitor without any suspense.

……

As soon as the class meeting ended, Chen Zhi slipped away.

The most urgent task right now is not to develop social media, but to develop technology.

The AI ​​model "Moss" that the system gave him as a reward is still quietly lying in his USB drive.

This thing is a gold mine, but someone has to know how to mine it.

Although Chen Zhi knows a little about coding, he couldn't train models or optimize algorithms even if you killed him.

He didn't go back to his dormitory, but went straight to Building No. 2 of the Science Building.

That's the territory of Peking University's School of Information Science and Technology.

According to my memories from my previous life, at this time, Peking University had not yet established the "General Artificial Intelligence Experimental Class," but there was a place that was the holy land of all top tech geeks: the Geek Lab.

That's the most hardcore and talented place in Peking University's AI field.

Push open the lab door, which is covered with all sorts of anime stickers and code snippets.

Dozens of students were sitting around several large tables in the middle, listening intently to something.

At the very front, a boy wearing a plaid shirt was giving a lecture.

The whiteboard behind him was covered with dense mathematical formulas and neural network architecture diagrams.

Chen Zhi found an inconspicuous corner to sit down.

A boy next to Chen Zhi was frantically taking notes on his laptop. Chen Zhi leaned over and whispered, "Hey, who's that 'expert' lecturing up there? He looks pretty young."

The boy didn't even look up, typing rapidly on the keyboard: "Are you a freshman? You don't even recognize the God of Destiny?"

"A substitute god?"

"Dai Da-mai! A legend in our School of Information Science and Technology!" The boy's tone was full of admiration. "He's only a first-year PhD student this year, and he's already published more than a dozen papers at top conferences like CVPR and ICCV! He's an absolute genius. I heard that many big companies have offered him a million-dollar annual salary to poach him to work on algorithms, but he hasn't even bothered to look at them."

Chen Zhi's eyes lit up instantly.

On behalf of Da Mo.

He was all too familiar with that name.

If ChatGPT is the hottest trend in the global AI industry after 2023, then in China, the only company that can directly compete with OpenAI is DeepSeek.

DeepSeek's open-source model could accelerate the training speed of future AI applications.

The rate of AI progress 24 years from now is faster than that of the previous five years.

Dai Dama was one of the core members of DeepSeek's earliest founding team, and the architect of the legendary V1 to V3 model.

Surprisingly, this great scholar is still holed up in the school's laboratory, lecturing to his juniors.

Looking at the senior on the stage, who was talking animatedly and scratching his head from time to time, Chen Zhi felt as if he had seen a walking gold mine.

If I could convince him... no, get him to work for me, wouldn't my business empire take off?

However, geniuses of this caliber usually have some quirks.

Either you treat money like dirt, or you have an inflated ego.

Trying to bribe him with money would probably be difficult. But Chen Zhi understood that to deal with such a technical genius, he had to conquer him with technology.

At that moment, Dai Dama on stage had just finished explaining an optimization of the Transformer architecture.

He unscrewed the cap, took a sip of water, and adjusted his glasses. "Alright, that's enough about the theory for today. Does anyone have any questions about the future development of AI?"

Several hands immediately went up from the audience.

Dai Dama casually pointed to a girl in the front row.

The girl stood up, somewhat nervously, and asked, "Senior, everyone's saying AI is the hottest trend right now, but I've read many reports saying that its practical applications are actually quite limited, mostly serving a supporting role. What do you think the future relationship between AI and humans will be like?"

This is a very standard question.

This was also the mainstream view in the academic and industrial communities in 2021.

Dai Da-mai smiled and answered easily, "That's a big question, but also easy to answer. Current AI, whether in NLP or CV, is essentially about finding the optimal solution within the probability distribution of big data."

"Therefore, I believe that for a long time to come, AI will simply be humanity's best tool."

"Like the steam engine during the Industrial Revolution, or the computer today, it can help us write code, create reports, and even draw, greatly improving our work efficiency. But it has no consciousness, no creativity; it is always the one being used, while humans are the users."

"Human-machine collaboration, the human-in-the-loop, is the main theme of the next decade."

A chorus of nods and agreement erupted from the audience.

After all, in 2021, ChatGPT had not yet released a model that amazed the world, and everyone thought that AI was just a slightly smarter tool.

Dai Da-mai was also very satisfied with his answer and prepared to call on the next person.

Just then.

In the corner, a hand was raised high.

Dai Da-mai paused for a moment, then pointed to the corner: "Hey, you in the white T-shirt, do you have any objections?"

Chen Zhi stood up.

All eyes turned to him.

Chen Zhi wore an enigmatic smile, his voice not loud, but exceptionally clear in the quiet laboratory.

"Excuse me for interrupting, senior."

"I think you're wrong."

The lab erupted in chaos.

Who is this? So arrogant!

How dare he say he's wrong in the Geek Lab, right in front of Dai Shen?

The boy next to him who was taking notes was so frightened that he moved his buttocks to the side, afraid of getting splattered with blood.

Dai Dama wasn't angry; he simply looked at Chen Zhi with interest: "Oh? This junior brother looks unfamiliar. So, what do you think is wrong?"

Chen Zhi calmly walked out from the back row and headed towards the podium.

"It's not that something is wrong, it's that everything is wrong."

Chen Zhi stood still, his gaze sweeping across the entire room before finally settling on Dai Dama.

"You're saying AI will just be a tool in the future?"

Chen Zhi shook his head and held up a finger, shaking it: "Your vision is too narrow, senior."

"I believe that AI is not a tool at all."

"It is a completely new species."

"In the near future... maybe even next year, or the year after." Chen Zhi's tone suddenly became serious.

"AI will no longer be an assistant to humans."

"It will start to think, it will have hallucinations, it will have reasoning abilities, and even... pass the Turing test."

"It will replace 80% of the jobs you all have in the future. Writing code? Creating reports? Drawing? Sorry, AI at that time will do it 10,000 times better, 10,000 times faster, and 10,000 times cheaper than you."

"Humanity's pride in its creativity is worthless in the face of stacked computing power."

The entire laboratory fell silent.

A few seconds later, whispers and even a few snickers came from the crowd.

"Has this guy been watching too many sci-fi movies?"

"Hallucinations? Deduction? What is he talking in his sleep?"

"Replacing us with code? Are you kidding me? Current AI can't even write a simple bubble sort algorithm."

Dai Dama laughed too.

He crossed his arms and looked at the naive freshman: "Student, fantasy is wonderful. But in technology, you need logic and evidence."

"What you're describing is just like the script in 'The Terminator.' Current computing power bottlenecks and algorithm architectures simply cannot support the kind of 'strong artificial intelligence' you're talking about."

"You say it will replace us, what makes you think that?"

Dai Da-mai pushed up his glasses, his eyes sharpening, revealing the absolute confidence of a top student in his field.

"Just with your mouth?"

A burst of laughter erupted from the audience.

Chen Zhi remained completely unfazed by the ridicule from the entire audience.

He reached into his pocket and touched the silver USB drive.

The system reward was a USB drive containing the "Moss Beginner Version".

Although it's a preliminary version, it's a large model based on a future architecture, which will be a game-changer in 2021.

Chen Zhi took out a USB flash drive from his pocket and gently placed it on the podium.

"Just because of this."

Chen Zhi raised his head and looked directly into Dai Dama's eyes.

"Senior, how about we make a bet?"

"If what I have here can be used to write code that is ten times more sophisticated than your proud algorithm..."

"Just tear up that million-dollar salary offer you."

"From now on, you'll work for me."

"How is it?"