The divorce comeback system arrived right after I was born.

When Chen Zhi opened his eyes, there was no one beside him.

A faint fragrance lingered on the pillow, and a note lay on the bedside table, bearing Pei Ningxue's beautiful handwriting:

"Breakfast is in the microwave: porridge and an egg. Wash the dishes after you finish eating. I don't feed useless people. —Your CFO"

Chen Zhi stared at the last three letters, his lips twitching.

I rolled over, grabbed my phone, and saw it was 8:40 AM.

The WeChat message list is arranged from top to bottom.

He listened to the voice message Lin Wanwan sent at 7:58: "Good morning, honey! First vocal lesson today, and the teacher praised my progress, hehe! Are you free at noon? I miss you~"

Li Zhiyi's message at 8:10: "Chen Zhi, I'm in the classroom. Today's class is Civil Law. Thank you for coming to see me yesterday. Take care of yourself and don't overwork yourself."

Pei Ningxue tagged everyone in the Deep Space Technology all-staff group: "Each department should send their weekly report to my email before 9:30."

Three messages, three different styles.

Chen Zhi replied to each of them. He replied to Lin Wanwan with "Good girl, study hard"; and to Li Zhiyi with "You listen to the lectures too, I'll come find you tonight."

As for Pei Ningxue's message, he didn't need to reply. Replying would only result in him being scolded.

I reluctantly crawled out of bed and went to the kitchen to take the breakfast out of the microwave.

It's very simple: just white porridge, a boiled egg, and two slices of whole wheat bread.

For Pei Ningxue, a pampered young lady who has never touched a stove since childhood, to be able to prepare a breakfast of this caliber is already an extraordinary achievement.

Chen Zhi finished eating in a few bites and then obediently washed the bowl.

Before leaving, I glanced at the note again, thought for a moment, folded it, and put it in my wallet.

I hailed a car and headed straight for Peking University.

Back in room 404, Guo Yang, who didn't have class during the first period this morning, was still fast asleep in bed. Li Zicong sat at the table staring blankly at his phone, while Zhang Tianyang was playing ranked League of Legends.

"Oh, Mr. Chen's back." Li Zicong looked up and glanced at him. "He hasn't been back all night again."

"The company is requiring overtime."

"What kind of lousy company do you work? You're always working overtime? I bet you're out with your wife."

"The sisters-in-law are all busy."

"...them?"

"Sister-in-law," Chen Zhi said without changing his expression, "you misheard."

Li Zicong was skeptical and didn't press the matter further.

Chen Zhi changed into a hoodie and was about to leave for his 10 o'clock elective class when his phone started vibrating like crazy in his pocket.

Caller ID: Dai Dama.

"Feed".

"Boss! Where are you?!"

Dai Dama was very emotional, and his voice was louder, so much so that Chen Zhi could hear an echo on the other end of the microphone.

"What's wrong in the dorm?"

"Come here right now! Something terrible has happened!"

Chen Zhi frowned: "Moss has a bug?"

"It's not a bug! It's... I don't even know how to describe it to you!"

Dai Dama took a deep breath and spoke rapidly.

"Didn't you ask me to assemble a small team to build a visual logic framework for autonomous driving yesterday? I spent the whole night with three PhD students last night, but we're not building the framework yet. We want to test the level of Moss's multimodal capabilities."

"How was it measured?"

"I connected Moss's multimodal interface to an open-source driving simulator. Note that I did not do any driving-related training, nor did I feed it any traffic rule data. It was a completely bare-bones connection. I just wanted to see if Moss could survive for five minutes on the simulated road using its own visual understanding and logical reasoning abilities."

Chen Zhi stopped putting on his coat.

"And the result?"

"It survived for four hours! It ran a simulated 20,000-kilometer route! Zero accidents! Zero violations! It autonomously avoided obstacles, changed lanes, and handled emergencies throughout the entire journey!" Dai Da-mai's voice trembled. "Even the extreme conditions I set—such as a car driving in the wrong direction suddenly appearing, a pedestrian suddenly appearing in a downpour, the car in front braking suddenly, and a chain-reaction rear-end collision—it handled them all perfectly!"

Chen Zhi plopped down on the edge of the bed.

"No driving training whatsoever?"

"Not a single second of training! I swear to God!" Dai Da-mai gasped for breath. "Boss, do you know how long it took Baidu's Apollo to run simulated road tests of the same difficulty? Three months of specialized training, then another three months of simulated road tests, totaling six months. Tesla's FSD was about the same. Moss did in four hours what everyone else did in six months, and it wasn't even designed for driving!"

"It's just too smart," Dai Da-mai said in a low voice, his tone carrying a reverence that Chen Zhi had never heard from him before.

"It sees the road images, understands the traffic rules on its own, and learns how to make the best decisions in complex road conditions. This isn't artificial intelligence, boss, this is... this is true intelligence."

The dormitory was silent for two seconds.

Li Zicong secretly pricked up his ears.

Chen Zhi stood up, walked to the balcony, and closed the door.

Are the test logs still there?

"exist."

Is the server connected to the internet?

"The emulator's data interface is connected to the internet, and the logs are backed up in the cloud."

"Delete the cloud backup completely, copy the local logs to an encrypted USB drive, and then format that server." Chen Zhi's tone left no room for negotiation. "The three doctoral students who participated in last night's test, each sign a supplementary confidentiality agreement with a penalty of 20 million for breach of contract."

Dai Da-mai paused for a moment, then said, "Boss, is it really necessary to be so nervous?"

"DaMai, think about it, what would happen if this data were leaked?"

Dai Dama remained silent.

how?

Global investment in autonomous driving research and development amounts to hundreds of billions of dollars annually. Tesla, Waymo, Baidu, and Huawei—these giants have poured countless resources into it, yet none dare claim their system can achieve zero accidents.

Moss from Deep Space Technology, on the other hand, outperformed them all in just four hours by going straight to the bare machine.

If this were made public, Deep Space Technology would become the number one target for every car company and every autonomous driving team in the world overnight.

Those who want to acquire, those who want to steal technology, and those who want to nip it in the bud will all emerge.

"This card can't be played now." Chen Zhi walked back to his dorm room, picked up his coat, and headed for the door. "I'm coming over now, wait for me."

"it is good."

After hanging up the phone, Chen Zhigang opened the dormitory door, and Li Zicong called to him from behind.

"Chen Zhi, are you skipping class again?"

"Urgent! Please sign me in."

"Signing in again? How many times have you made me sign in this semester?"

"This is truly the last time."

"..."

Chen Zhi ran away without looking back.

As I left the dormitory building and headed towards the west gate, my phone rang again.

Lin Wanwan.

"Chen Zhi! Chen Zhi! Something terrible has happened!"

Chen Zhi paused in his tracks. What day was it today? Why were they all telling him such important things?

"What's wrong?"

"Do you know about Singer Season 2? The one I participated in!"

"I know."

"The production team just informed me that the live broadcast of the finals has been moved up! Originally scheduled for May, it's now mid-March! A full two months earlier!"

Why was it suddenly brought forward?

"It seems the TV station changed the broadcast schedule, but Sister Su Man didn't explain the specific reason. But that's not the most important thing—" Lin Wanwan took a deep breath, "A new segment has been added to the finals, where each contestant can bring a 'mystery guest' on stage for a duet. Sister Su Man said this segment has a huge impact on the voting; if the guest is a hot topic, the number of live votes can double."

Chen Zhi already had a vague idea of ​​what she was going to say.

really.

"She asked several singers for me, but either their schedules didn't match, or they weren't big enough. So..." Lin Wanwan's voice suddenly became hesitant, "I want you to be my surprise guest."

"I?"

"right!"

"I can't sing."

"You can do it! When you were little, you sang 'Blue and White Porcelain' in our bathroom, and my dad said you sang it very uniquely!"

"That was called howling like a ghost. Your dad's exact words were, 'Did that kid next door step on a nail?'"

"I don't care!" Lin Wanwan started to whine, "Just come on stage with me once! It'll only be one song, it'll be very short! You don't need to sing very well, you just need to stand there—"

"Why should they just stand there and call it a day?"

"Because you're handsome! A handsome guy on stage is the key to attracting attention, Sister Su Man said it herself!"

Chen Zhi held his phone without saying a word.

Appearing on a variety show? Live broadcast nationwide?

He now wishes he could weld his face to the backstage; he's never even shown his face at a company press conference, let alone appeared on television. If the national audience were to recognize him as the founder of Deep Space Technology, his "mysterious boss" persona would crumble on the spot.

Even worse, the live stream footage will be screenshotted, recorded, and spread across the entire internet.

By then, everyone will know that pop star Lin Wanwan's guest today is a handsome young man named Chen Zhi.

The paparazzi will definitely dig up my information like crazy. What if I get photographed with Pei Ningxue or Li Zhiyi? How am I supposed to explain this to Lin Wanwan?

"Wanwan, I need to think about this carefully." Chen Zhi said sincerely, "Tell Sister Su Man not to rush to register, give me two days."

"But the deadline is next week!"

"Two days should be enough. I promise I'll give you an answer."

After finally calming Lin Wanwan down and hanging up the phone, Chen Zhi stood at the west gate of Peking University. The cold wind of early March made him feel much more awake.

On one hand, there's Moss's test data, which is enough to shake up the global automotive industry.

On one hand, Lin Wanwan invited him to appear in front of cameras across the country.

He sighed.

The skill I lack most in this life isn't the "extraordinary reproduction" rewarded by the system, but the ability to create clones.