The divorce comeback system arrived right after I was born.

When Chen Zhi pushed open the door to dormitory 404, the atmosphere inside was eerily quiet.

At this time normally, Guo Yang would be arguing with his teammates about family lineage in the game, Li Zicong would be flirting with a newly acquainted female senior on voice chat, and even Zhang Tianyang would be wearing headphones watching American dramas to practice his listening skills.

But now, the three of them are sitting neatly in chairs, without turning on their computers, their six eyes staring intently at the door.

As soon as the door opened, three pairs of eyes turned to look at them simultaneously.

Upon seeing that it was Chen Zhi, the three of them visibly breathed a sigh of relief at the same time.

"Holy crap, Old Chen!"

Li Zicong sprang into action, rushed over, and grabbed Chen Zhi's hand. "You scared me to death! I thought you weren't coming back tonight. If you hadn't come back, I was going to call the police and say you were missing!"

Chen Zhi pulled his hand back in disgust: "Get lost, get lost, get lost."

He glanced at the three items.

Damn it, are you that afraid I'll go to a hotel and get a taste of my own medicine?

Chen Zhi threw his bag on the table. "Everyone, go home and do what you were doing."

Alert lifted.

Guo Yang immediately turned around and pressed the power button: "Come on, log in!"

Li Zicong sat back down, grumbling, "Damn it, I thought you weren't coming back tonight, which made me not even in the mood to reply to your messages."

Only Zhang Tianyang silently turned around and stared blankly at the computer screen.

Chen Zhi glanced at him as he passed by and chuckled.

He was actually going through the League of Legends tutorial. The Frost Archer was clumsily last-hitting minions in Summoner's Rift.

Chen Zhi ignored them, took his phone, walked to the balcony, and closed the door behind him.

He made a voice call to his girlfriend.

"beep--"

It rang only once, and the other end answered instantly.

"Chen Zhi~"

Lin Wanwan loves to act coquettishly, and her voice is sweet and cloying.

"Still not asleep?" Chen Zhi leaned against the railing, listening to Lin Wanwan's voice, his tone softening unconsciously.

"No, I just finished my posture training, my legs are killing me." Lin Wanwan grumbled. "That posture teacher was so fierce. She kept saying my walking posture wasn't charismatic enough, and made me walk with a book on my head for two hours... Waaah, my heels are all rubbed raw."

"That bad?" Chen Zhi chuckled. "Then I'll buy you some Yunnan Baiyao and send it to you later?"

"I don't want medicine, I want a kiss." Lin Wanwan said matter-of-factly, "A kiss will make it stop hurting."

"Okay, put it on the tab. I'll pay you back with interest next time we meet."

"hey-hey……"

Lin Wanwan is someone who can't keep a secret. No matter how tired she is, as soon as she talks to Chen Zhi on the phone, she's like she's been recharged, chattering away about the day's little events.

From the stir-fried pork with green peppers in the cafeteria being all green peppers, to the senior student in the music room next door playing the piano like he was smashing iron, to the new shampoo I bought smelling really good.

They were all trivial matters.

But Chen Zhi listened very attentively.

He would occasionally respond with a word or make a joke to tease her, but most of the time he listened quietly.

For Lin Wanwan, these trivial sharings were her way of maintaining this relationship. She broke down every slice of her life and carefully presented it to Chen Zhi, trying to fill the void left by the fact that they were not in the same school.

Before we knew it, half an hour had passed.

Lin Wanwan yawned widely, her voice becoming slurred, "Oh... it's so late. You're still starting your business, you must be exhausted. Did I disturb your rest?"

This silly girl, even though she's so tired she can barely keep her eyes open, she's still thinking about not bothering him.

"Okay, you should go to sleep early too. Goodnight."

Goodnight, Trojan Horse!

After hanging up the phone, Chen Zhi looked at the cute and silly profile picture on the screen and couldn't help but smile.

"Click".

The sound of a lighter came from behind me.

Li Zicong had also slipped onto the balcony at some point, a freshly lit Zhonghua cigarette dangling from his mouth. Amidst the swirling smoke, the rich kid's face was filled with envy, jealousy, and hatred.

"Want one?"

Li Zicong handed over the cigarette case and shook it.

Chen Zhi waved his hand and put his phone back in his pocket.

"No."

"What? You don't like cigarettes?" Li Zicong was taken aback.

"It's not about the cigarettes."

Chen Zhi straightened his collar and said in a serious tone.

"I'll have to eat again tomorrow."

He pointed to his lips, his tone incredibly irritating, "She doesn't like the smell of smoke. If she can taste it, she won't let me kiss her."

Li Zicong's hand holding the cigarette froze in mid-air.

The night wind howled past.

A full three seconds passed.

Li Zicong's eyes were visibly red, as if he had suffered some great humiliation.

He fiercely pointed a straight middle finger at Chen Zhi's retreating figure.

"Grass!"

……

the next day.

The entire 404 dormitory got up very early, which was unusual for them.

It wasn't because they suddenly became diligent and eager to learn, but because this morning's class was a general education course called "University Students' Career Planning".

As everyone knows, these "easy" courses, which are chosen by the entire school, are boring in content and the teachers are laid-back, making them the perfect place to catch up on sleep or play games online.

But the prerequisite is that you have to get a seat in the last three rows.

If you arrive late and are forced to sit in the front row and stare at the teacher, then your whole morning is wasted.

The students in room 404 got up very early and successfully occupied the prime spot by the window in the last row.

"That was awesome!" Guo Yang slumped in his chair, letting out a comfortable sigh.

The school bell rang.

The elderly professor with gray hair had just opened the PowerPoint presentation and said, "Hello, students."

Chen Zhi had already skillfully taken out his phone and opened "The Battle of the Golden Spatula".

"Wow, Lao Chen, you're so efficient! You've barely settled in before you're already starting to shovel?" Li Zicong exclaimed in shock.

Without looking up, Chen Zhi's fingers flew across the screen, clicking to refresh: "Fun fact: A university class is 45 minutes long, just enough time to play a game of chess."

"What if you, Lao Ba, get eliminated?" Li Zicong gloated as he leaned closer. "This time, you seem like a mole sent by the opposing team to deal the cards."

"Eighth Brother?"

Chen Zhi scoffed, as if he had heard the biggest joke in the world. "I had a perfect start this game, three Yordles at the beginning, how could I possibly be eighth?"

"What if he really is the eighth son?"

"Then I'll accept the punishment." Chen Zhi made a solemn vow, "If I get Lao Ba this time, I won't play for the rest of the class. I'll sit in the front row and listen to this old man brag for forty-five minutes."

"make a deal!"

Thirty minutes later.

Looking at the grayed-out "Eighth Place" on the screen, and the little hero mercilessly mocking him, Chen Zhi fell into a long silence.

Damn dealer.

Damn competitors.

Three teams are playing Yordle!

"Hahahaha! Heaven spares no one!" Li Zicong laughed wildly. "Go! The throne in the first row awaits you!"

With a dark expression, Chen Zhi, under the gloating gazes of his roommates, reluctantly packed his things, hunched over, walked through the long aisle, and actually sat down in the empty seat in the middle of the first row.

On the podium, the elderly professor with gray hair pushed up his glasses, looked at this good student who had realized his mistake, and smiled with satisfaction.

The next fifteen minutes.

Chen Zhi was forced to listen to a whole bunch of "career anchors," "SWOT analysis," and "life values."

Finally, the bell rang, signaling the end of get out of class.

Chen Zhi was the first to rush out of the classroom.

"Old Chen! Where are you going? You still have class next period!" Guo Yang shouted from behind.

"I have important business to attend to!"

Chen Zhi waved without turning his head, and his figure quickly disappeared around the corner of the teaching building.

"Holy crap, he skipped class?"

"Wow, that's impressive. He skipped all the easy classes as soon as the semester started. He really knows how to make the most of university."

Watching Chen Zhi's disappearing figure, Li Zicong muttered sourly, "He must have gone to see some girl, what a jerk!"

……

Ten minutes later, on the first basement floor of Science Building No. 1.

This used to be the school's backup computer room, but now a simple sign has been hung at the entrance: "Deep Space Technology".

Pushing open the fire door, a blast of cold air hit me, along with the hum of a server running.

The server room, spanning several hundred square meters, is spacious and bright, with several sets of black server racks neatly arranged, and precision air conditioning maintaining a constant temperature and humidity.

Although it is not yet fully filled, it has already taken shape.

Dai Dama was squatting in front of a server rack, holding a cable management tool, looking at a bunch of fiber optic cables with a headache.

Behind him stood several unfamiliar faces.

They must be newly hired employees in the last few days.

"The boss is here."

Someone shouted something.

Several new senior students immediately stood up straight, their eyes fixed intently on the young figure at the door.

Although Chen Zhi looked even more inexperienced than them, in this industry, technology and resources were the real currency. Anyone who could manage a lab and computing power of this caliber deserved to be called "boss."

"Senior, how's the debugging going?"

Without wasting any words, Chen Zhi walked straight behind Dai Dama.

"The conditions are much better than that lousy place we went to before."

Dai Dama stood up, dusted off his hands, and said, "Moss is running very stably now. We just ran a large-scale parameter fine-tuning test, and it didn't overheat like before."

At this point, Dai Da-mai remembered something else and asked, "By the way, boss, when will that batch of A100s arrive?"

Although their computing power is stronger than before, it's still not enough to satisfy the greedy monster they're trying to create.

"It's already on its way."

Chen Zhi glanced at the logistics information on his phone. "It's already clearing customs. At the latest, the first batch of one thousand cards will be delivered to this data center by the day after tomorrow."

Upon hearing the number "one thousand," the breathing of the people present became heavier.

It's important to understand that securing A100 chips from major companies like Microsoft and Google in 21 was no easy feat.

This is no longer just about money; it means there might be top-tier backers or investors involved.

Chen Zhi turned around and looked at the few slightly reserved new employees.

"Since you're here, you're one of us."

Chen Zhi took out several printed contracts from his bag and casually tossed them onto the table.

"Deep Space Technology doesn't do those empty promises and grandiose schemes. I'll give you two options; choose one."

He held up one finger.

"The first option is a fixed salary. Referring to the recruitment standards of ByteDance and Tencent, it's a SP-level salary with all the necessary benefits. You get paid for the amount of work you do, a sure-fire way to make money."

Several senior students' eyes lit up.

For students who haven't graduated yet, this is absolutely top-tier treatment.

Moreover, the workplace is located on campus, so I can balance my studies without worrying about food and accommodation.

"The second type."

Chen Zhi raised his second finger, his voice lowering slightly.

"I only have six thousand yuan for living expenses each month."

A commotion arose in the crowd.

They are all graduate students and doctoral students from Peking University. It's humiliating for them to receive such a low salary.

"but."

Chen Zhi then changed the subject, "I will give you stock options. Each person will receive 0.5% of the original shares."

"These stocks may be worthless now. But if Moss really grows up, if Deep Space Technology really succeeds..."

Chen Zhi smiled but didn't continue.

But everyone present was intelligent.

If this company, which has thousands of A100 graphics cards, is backed by Peking University's resources, and possesses top-tier algorithms, actually succeeds, what does 0.5% mean?

That means financial freedom and the ability to transcend social classes.

"Think it over carefully these next couple of days."

Chen Zhi glanced at his watch and frowned slightly. "Leave the contract here for now. Once you've thought it through, you can get the acting manager to sign it anytime."

After saying that, he grabbed his schoolbag and was about to leave.

"Boss, are you leaving already?"

A new senior student couldn't help but ask, "Aren't we supposed to have an algorithm workshop this afternoon?"

"It can't be opened."

Chen Zhi didn't stop walking, pushed open the door, and said, "I have something urgent to attend to."

Watching Chen Zhi's hurried departure, the new employees looked at each other in bewilderment.

"This boss seems really busy."

The senior student adjusted his glasses, his tone tinged with awe, "I only met him once in the past two days, exchanged a few words, and then left. Is this the style of a big shot?"

"yes."

Another senior student remarked, "To create something like Moss, you must be dealing with countless trade secrets and technical challenges every day. It's normal to be busy; maybe you're meeting with some investors."

Listening to these junior students imagining Chen Zhi's "business empire" and "busy life".

Dai Dama's lips twitched, and he finally couldn't hold back anymore.

He rolled his eyes dramatically and let out a cold laugh:

"What a load of crap!"

Everyone was stunned and turned to look at the CTO.

"Brother Dai, isn't the boss off discussing business?"

"What business are we talking about!"

Dai Da-mai pointed to the clock on the wall and said with a speechless expression:

"He's a freshman! If we don't hurry, he'll be late for his second 'Mao Zedong Thought' class!"