The divorce comeback system arrived right after I was born.

"Let's begin."

At Deep Space Technology, Chen Zhi leaned back on the sofa and casually issued an instruction.

Dai Dama sat in front of the control panel, took a deep breath, and pressed the Enter key heavily.

On the Zhihu platform, a newly registered account named "Moss," whose profile picture was even grayed out by default, quietly made it onto the trending list.

First question: [How do you view the impact of the Federal Reserve's recent interest rate hikes and balance sheet reduction policies on global high-frequency trading algorithms?]

Below the question, several influential figures in the financial sector were still citing classical texts and writing lengthy articles.

One second later.

Moss's answer appeared out of nowhere.

A lengthy piece of writing, five thousand words long.

It ranges from macroeconomic cycles to micro-level quantitative models, and even throws out a completely new mathematical formula for risk hedging.

No fluff, just hardcore logic that gets you working as hard as you can.

Followed by.

Second on the trending list: [Does quantum entanglement violate the locality principle of relativity?]

This is a typical Zhihu-style post showing off skills, with the comment section filled with heated debates from various physics PhDs and amateur scientists.

Moss's response directly presented three unpublished English derivations, starting with Bell's inequality and using mathematical models to prove the nonlocality of quantum state collapse.

The post concluded with the following sentence: "Human language has inherent limitations in describing the rules of high-dimensional physics. It is recommended that the questioner complete tensor analysis before engaging in this discussion."

Third on the trending list: [How long could a cat survive in a perfect vacuum?]

Fourth on the trending list: [How would you evaluate this year's Nobel Prize in Literature laureate?]

……

In just one hour.

The top 50 questions on Zhihu's trending list were all dominated by this blank account called Moss.

Each answer is a lengthy discourse of several thousand words, covering finance, physics, biology, literature, and even emotional disputes.

Dai Dama sat in front of the computer, watching the number of visits refreshed wildly in the background, his hands trembling.

"Boss, this speed is terrifying! The server utilization has soared to 80%."

Chen Zhi sat cross-legged, holding a steaming box of pickled cabbage and beef noodles.

"What's the panic? If the A100 can't even handle this level of concurrency, then my billions of dollars are just a waste."

He slurped up a big mouthful of noodles and mumbled indistinctly, "Not spicy enough. Next time I'll buy Sichuan peppercorn flavor."

Pei Ningxue sat next to him, her originally elegant hair now somewhat disheveled from being pulled.

She was wearing a loose white T-shirt and a pair of loose athletic shorts, her two pale legs casually draped over the coffee table.

"Eat, eat, all you ever do is eat."

Pei Ningxue rolled her eyes, but didn't stop what she was doing.

She cut the peeled braised egg in half, disdainfully tossed it into Chen Zhi's instant noodle bowl, and then casually grabbed a tissue to wipe the sauce off her fingers.

"Does this count as disrupting internet order?" Pei Ningxue leaned over and glanced at the screen.

"I'm doing this as a form of technological aid," Chen Zhi said, picking up a noodle. "The internet these days is too superficial, full of meaningless nonsense. Let Moss help them cleanse their minds and raise their average IQ."

"Let me tell you, there's not much money left in the company account." Pei Ningxue leaned back. "If your marketing matrix can't make a splash, our whole company will be starving under a bridge next month."

Chen Zhi stuffed half a braised egg into his mouth and chewed it twice.

"Don't worry, after tonight, plenty of capital will be lining up to give us money."

Online, a storm is brewing.

Zhihu users were the first to notice something was wrong.

In the middle of the night, where did this god come from, spewing out such a crazy output?

"Holy crap, who is this Moss? I just finished reading his analysis of Russian geopolitics, and after refreshing, he's off teaching others how to solve partial differential equations?"

"This level of knowledge is ridiculously broad! Is a whole team ghostwriting this?"

"Definitely a web crawler! It scrapes information from the entire internet and then pieces it together using templates! Case closed!"

"I sent him my supervisor's paper, and he pointed out three logical flaws in a second. My supervisor is now kneeling in front of the computer copying notes..."

Soon, the top influencers in various fields on Zhihu couldn't sit still anymore.

Who can stand it when their carefully cultivated professional persona, built up over several years, is completely humiliated by an account that doesn't even have a profile picture?

Several influential figures privately created a group called the "Anti-Fake Alliance".

A prominent figure in the computer field, known by the ID "Keyboard Maniac" and boasting two million followers, launched an immediate attack.

He left a comment directly under Moss's answer about the underlying architecture: "Stop pretending to be omniscient. The information you copied from the internet looks pretty good, doesn't it? Can you make that piece of C++ code pinned to the top of my homepage run? My team has been looking for the bug for three days and still can't find it. If you can solve it, I'll acknowledge you as my father on the spot."

This comment immediately went viral and became the top-rated comment among netizens.

"Front row seats to watch the expert expose the fraud!"

"Waiting for Moss to reveal his true colors."

"I'm optimistic about Madman this time. I've looked at that piece of code, and it's indeed troublesome."

Deep Space Technology.

Dai Dama stared at the comments on the screen, then turned to look at Chen Zhi.

"Boss, someone's causing trouble. It's a programmer with two million followers. Should I write a script to fold up his comments?"

Chen Zhi didn't even look up. He finished the last mouthful of noodle soup and casually threw the instant noodle box into the trash can.

"Why fold it? Isn't this a ready-made example?"

He tore off a tissue to wipe his mouth.

"Let Moss go back to him."

Dai Dama swallowed hard and pressed the Enter key.

Online, countless eyes are fixed on this comment section.

A few seconds later, Moss's reply popped up.

Not only was a recompiled, complete code snippet provided, but a text message was also attached below it.

The pointer overflow on line 142 caused a memory leak. Additionally, the algorithm's time complexity is O(n^2), which is extremely inefficient; it has been optimized to O(n log n) for you.

[By the way, your coding style has a retro feel reminiscent of the 1990s. I suggest you read more open-source projects from the last decade to avoid reinventing the wheel.]

Two minutes later, the "keyboard maniac" quietly deleted his pinned post and set his account to be visible only to himself.

Netizens were completely outraged.

"Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit!"

"Instant code response? And you even optimized the algorithm?"

"That last sarcastic remark was absolutely brilliant, it really hit home! Where are you, Madman?"

"This typing speed, this reaction time, this is absolutely inhuman!"

Panic, shock, curiosity, and frenzy.

Various emotions spread rapidly online.

The name Moss began to spread wildly across various forums and social media platforms.

In the computer room.

Chen Zhi watched the popularity curve on the backstage rise sharply.

"Da Mao, it's almost time."

"Send out all three hundred marketing accounts."

"Before dawn, let the entire internet see Moss's name."

Dai Dama was so excited that his face turned red, and his fingers flew across the keyboard.

"clear!"

A few minutes later.

Weibo, Douyin, Kuaishou, and Bilibili.

A deluge of short videos and press releases appeared on the mobile phone screens of countless netizens.

Did an omniscient god suddenly appear at Peking University late at night?

Human or AI? Mysterious Zhihu Account Sparks Panic!

Dominating 50 trending topics in one hour: Unveiling the mysterious account Moss!

A prominent programmer suffered a devastating blow and immediately quit the internet!

Various highly provocative headlines, coupled with copywriting that draws criticism and incites conflict, instantly ignited the traffic pool.

On Weibo's trending topics list, the term "Zhihu Moss" has been soaring.

tenth.

fifth.

the first!

It was followed by a dark red "Explosion" character.

That night, almost everyone was discussing who Moss really was, whether he was a real person or an AI.

Is it hype or does it truly live up to its reputation?

Pei Ningxue leaned back on the sofa, looking at the screen full of Moss-related push notifications on her phone, and couldn't help but gasp.

She turned to look at Chen Zhi, her clear eyes now filled with awe.

It's important to know that Chen Zhihua's promotion costs are less than a fraction of those of large companies.

The effect is even dozens or hundreds of times better than theirs.

Moreover, once Moss's capabilities are proven, Deep Space Technology will no longer be an ordinary startup; it will be a monster capable of disrupting the entire internet landscape.

Before Chat GPT was even released in 21, almost all major companies were chasing the concept of metaverse.

Seizing the opportunity at this time will make you a true unicorn company.

Chen Zhi stretched and then lay down on the sofa, resting his head on Pei Ningxue's lap.

"This is nothing."

He closed his eyes and found a comfortable position.

"Tomorrow morning, your phone will be ringing off the hook with calls from Sequoia Capital, Hillhouse Capital, and other venture capitalists. Get ready, Mr. Pei, we're about to start harvesting the capitalists' profits."

Pei Ningxue looked down at the man lying on her lap.

This guy just caused a huge uproar online, but now he's acting like nothing happened, comfortably enjoying her lap pillow.

She bit her lip and pinched Chen Zhi's waist hard.

"Don't think you can renege on your promise by making a fuss. You agreed to give me 15% of the shares, and you have to go to the business registration bureau to change that tomorrow!"

Chen Zhi gasped in pain and grabbed her hand.

"Alright, alright, whatever you say."

Pei Ningxue looked at the ever-increasing data on the big screen, her tone tinged with worry.

"Chen Zhi, you've gone a bit too far this time."

"You are declaring war on the cognition of all humankind."

"If this panic spreads, it could cause discontent in other industries."

"Will Deep Space Technology be able to withstand this pressure?"

"Even if you can't bear it, you have to bear it."

Chen Zhi reached out and grasped Pei Ningxue's somewhat cold fingers.

"Because the future is already here."

"We are not creating panic; we are simply helping humanity prepare for this kind of panic in advance."

"Instead of letting them be scared to death by foreign AI, we should let them be scared by our own children first."

Chen Zhi smiled and gently stroked her palm with his fingers.

"Even if the sky falls, President Hao will hold it up, and Peking University will hold it up."

"Our job is simply to start the fire."

She looked at the man in front of her.

Despite eating the cheapest instant noodles and wearing the most ordinary T-shirt, his confidence in controlling everything made him radiate light.

That madman.

They really want to tear a hole in the sky.

"Would you like to eat more?"

Pei Ningxue pointed to the remaining half of a sausage on the table.

"I'm not eating anymore."

Chen Zhi shook his head and turned his gaze back to the huge screen.

On the screen, Moss's answers continued.

Those scrolling lines of code and text are rewriting the rules of this world.

Hello, future.

Chen Zhi said softly.