I control the AI ​​empire thanks to the geniuses in my group.

"Dear students, today is the first day of school. Let's join the new student group now. The teacher will invite you..."

Su Zhou sat in the classroom and took out his phone to join the group.

Suddenly he saw a group invitation notification.

[Administrator 01 invites you to join group chat #42]

Could number 42 be related to "The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy"?

Su Zhou didn't know if this was a freshman group, but he accepted the group chat invitation without thinking.

As soon as he joined the group, he saw the group message notification.

[Congratulations on joining the group! You have received a random group gift card.]

[This group currently has no group owner. Temporary administrators will be appointed based on member activity and voting results. Temporary administrators will receive an additional reward on the 1st of each month.]

The conversations in this group will be automatically translated into the device's default language.

The meeting card is probably a virtual gift.

But are group chat functions really that advanced now?

Su Zhou looked into the group chat dialog box and, sure enough, found that everyone was sending messages in Chinese.

Wait, are there any Chinese people chatting in English?

Su Zhou glanced at the people in the chat with suspicion.

Newton, Turing, Qian Xuesen... these are all names of geniuses in history!

Su Zhou was startled.

Could it be that I'm hallucinating because I've been staying up late a lot lately?

Su Zhou patted his deskmate Lin Xiaoxiao, held out his phone, and asked, "Can you see this group?"

Lin Xiaoxiao turned around, puzzled, glanced at his phone, and said, "Isn't this our class group chat? What's so strange about it?"

Su Zhou was shocked. He held the phone up to his eyes and found that the chat interface for group number 42 was still intact!

As a qualified successor to socialism, Su Zhou naturally did not believe in superstitions and supernatural phenomena, so he came to a conclusion.

This might be a sign that I'm about to die suddenly after staying up too late!

Su Zhou, who valued her life extremely much, suddenly turned pale.

It was the first day of school, and the classroom was in a chaotic state. The new students were busy exchanging names and forming cliques. The class teacher, Mr. Li, was like a human radar scanning the whole class from the podium. As soon as he saw that Su Zhou was acting strangely, he quickly walked over.

"What's the matter, young man?" Old Li asked in a low voice.

"Teacher, I'm not feeling well," Su Zhou chose to tell the truth.

Old Li was startled; the stern expression on his face instantly turned to terror: "Where do you feel unwell? Heart? Headache? Or chest tightness?"

Su Zhou closed his eyes and checked his body: "I don't know... I'm hallucinating. It's probably because I stayed up late!"

Upon hearing that it was about staying up late, Lao Li's mind instantly conjured up 108 different tragedies, such as "a student dying suddenly on the first day of school due to staying up late" and "the end of a homeroom teacher's career."

Without hesitation, under the stunned gazes of the freshmen, he bent down and helped the 1.7-meter-tall Su Zhou up, then dashed out of the classroom like a whirlwind.

"Make way! Make way, everyone! This child is dying!"

Fifteen minutes later, at the city's central hospital.

The emergency room was in complete chaos.

Blood tests, electrocardiograms, and brain CT scans were all arranged for Su Zhou.

In the corridor, Old Li, sweating profusely, tugged at the doctor's white coat: "Doctor, what's wrong with this child? Did he have a heart attack from staying up all night?"

The elderly doctor with the Mediterranean-style haircut pushed up his reading glasses, looked at the thick stack of lab reports in his hand, and his expression was indescribable.

"Myocardial infarction?" The doctor shook the electrocardiogram in his hand. "His heart is beating stronger than a donkey in the production team. He's physically fit enough to take the pilot's exam. Physiologically speaking, this young man is much healthier than the average office worker."

Old Li breathed a sigh of relief: "That scared me to death! I'm so glad you're healthy!"

"But!" The doctor's tone shifted abruptly, immediately putting Old Li's heart, which had just been put at ease, back into his throat.

Having already completed the examination, Su Zhou, who was sitting on the hospital bed next to him, nervously pricked up his ears.

The doctor pulled out a densely filled table from the bottom of the report and looked at Su Zhou with a strange expression: "When this young man was brought in, he kept saying that he had a chat group in his head, full of Newton, Qian Xuesen, Turing... Just to be on the safe side, our colleagues in the psychiatry department also gave him a complete mental status assessment."

"This includes the Hoddock version of the Mental Symptom Rating Scale, as well as the core Davos Cognitive Bias Rating Scale."

Old Li was stunned: "Da... what's that? What's this watch for?"

"A self-assessment scale for cognitive biases specifically designed for patients with schizophrenia, especially those with paranoia."

"There are 42 items in total, and Su Zhou scored very high on some of them."

"For example, in the first question, I am alert to danger."

"I don't need a long time to come to the conclusion on the third question."

"The fourth question: Others have confused me."

"Seventh question: People are not trustworthy."

"Question 23: I don't go to restaurants because they're not safe."

"Question number twenty-seven: I won't go out in ten days."

"Question 31: For safety, I always sit near the exit."

"Su Zhou got full marks on many questions."

Su Zhou was overjoyed: "Doctor, does that mean I'm perfectly normal?"

The doctor spoke slowly: "The standard value for the Davos Cognitive Bias Rating Scale is 128.05 ± 26.5. In other words, when the score exceeds 154.55, we can highly suspect that the patient has serious cognitive delusions in clinical practice. To put it simply, we can prescribe a prescription for schizophrenia and admit the patient directly for hospitalization and medication."

Old Li grabbed the doctor's arm: "So, what exactly did Su Zhou do on the exam... no, what score did he get?"

The doctor held up the form and shoved the total score at the bottom in front of the two of them.

"153.55 points."

Holy crap, if I'm just one point short, am I crazy?

Su Zhou looked surprised; he thought he was perfectly normal.

"However, there are many geniuses in similar situations, so we can't judge him to have mental problems based on this. Medicine is rigorous, and we can't diagnose him until he meets the criteria. Su Zhou, go back and get more sleep, read less of those system-based web novels, and stop making a big fuss about yourself."

Su Zhou only grasped the key point: "Doctor, are you saying I'm almost a genius?"

The doctor glanced at him, carefully choosing his words, and said, "It depends on your individual situation."

Su Zhou breathed a long sigh of relief.

As long as he's not mentally ill.

It seems I really did have a nervous breakdown and was hallucinating from staying up all night. All that talk about Group Chat No. 42, Newton and Turing, was just made up by my brain that was on the verge of crashing!

Trust science! Reject mental illness!

Su Zhou fell asleep as soon as he got into Lao Li's car. Lao Li shook his head, thinking that it was good that Su Zhou wasn't bothering him. He drove all the way back to school before waking Su Zhou up.

Back in the classroom, Su Zhou, now awake, checked his phone and thought that he should be able to rest now and shouldn't be hallucinating anymore.

He opened the chat software and immediately received a message from group number 42.

[Qian Xuesen: A new member has joined the group. According to the group rules, new members need to introduce themselves and tell everyone about their hobbies.]

I saw it again!

After feeling confused, Su Zhou suddenly had a new idea.

Could it be a prank?

Maybe Lin Xiaoxiao is an accomplice too!

What kind of role-playing game are these people playing? They started acting as soon as he joined the group; they're really putting on a show.

Hehe, since that's the case, let me test your strength and expose you!

[The Eagle Warrior: My interest? To create a true artificial intelligence, one with its own consciousness.]

[Turing: Oh?]

[Shannon: Interesting. The essence of information is to eliminate uncertainty, but consciousness itself is the greatest uncertainty. This newcomer has quite the ambition.]

[Von Neumann: Ha, does current computer architecture even touch the threshold of this direction? But... I like this kind of audacious person.]

Qian Xuesen: Don't rush to praise him.

Qian Xuesen: Do you know calculus?

[The Warrior Who Endures the Fear: ...]

[Qian Xuesen: What? Even the dumbest person can't do calculus. Newton... oh, he's not online. What about Leibniz?]

Leibniz: Agreed.

Su Zhou felt helpless.

He's only 13 years old. 99.9% of first-year junior high school students in China don't know calculus!

Is the other side getting too caught up in their role and really thinking they're a top human genius?

Everyone else looks like a paramecium!

Just as Su Zhou was staring at the screen, a hand suddenly reached out and waved in front of him.

"Su Zhou?"

Su Zhou was startled and almost threw her phone away.

He turned around and saw his deskmate, the suspect Lin Xiaoxiao!

"Um... I heard you took a year off from school?"

"Hmm." Su Zhou didn't want to talk too much about himself, since the other party hadn't cleared his name.

Lin Xiaoxiao frowned slightly and said, "Then you must have fallen behind in a lot of coursework, right? Although the knowledge in the first year of junior high school is not difficult, if you don't have a solid foundation, you will struggle a lot later on."

"There are quite a lot," Su Zhou admitted.

"Okay," Lin Xiaoxiao said, taking a notebook out of her bag with neat labels on the cover. "This is my cousin's notebook from junior high school. She organized it quite comprehensively, including math, Chinese, and English. We can look at it together."

Su Zhou looked at the notebook, somewhat surprised.

Is Lin Xiaoxiao a good person?

No, no, werewolves also pretend to be good people before they reveal themselves.

You little brat, you're quite the show-off.

"Thank you, I'll ask you when I really need it," Su Zhou replied dismissively.

Lin Xiaoxiao was very satisfied with Su Zhou's reaction. She pointed to the blackboard and continued, "Quickly put your phone away. The math teacher gave us 50 calculation problems to test our calculation skills. Hurry up and do them."

She muttered under her breath, "The teacher is so weird, all the problems are four- or five-digit addition, subtraction, multiplication, and division."

After saying that, Lin Xiaoxiao looked miserable and started scratching her head with her pen in hand.

Su Zhou glanced at the densely packed calculation problems on the blackboard, prepared to turn off his phone, and took out some scratch paper to work on the problems. As he put his phone down, he noticed that the messages in group number 42 had been nonstop.

Qian Xuesen: The foundation of artificial intelligence is mathematics, the core of machine learning is gradient descent, and the essence of gradient descent is partial differential equations. Backpropagation in neural networks, the derivative of activation functions, and the optimization of loss functions are all based on calculus.

[Qian Xuesen: If you don't understand calculus, you can't even understand academic papers, so what are you talking about in building artificial intelligence?]

Qian Xuesen: Cybernetics is an important way to communicate between humans and machines, and the mathematical foundation of cybernetics is calculus and differential equations. Back when I was at Caltech, I had already mastered the calculus of variations by the age of 20!

She's such a good actress!

She's even better at pretending than him!

Su Zhou showed extraordinary intelligence from a young age. He could do simple programming in the second grade of elementary school. He was the "other people's child" in the eyes of relatives and neighbors and the pride of his parents.

Unfortunately, his family situation was not good.

My father is sick and can only do odd jobs. My mother, who works in a factory, bears most of the burden of the family's livelihood. There is also a younger sister who is two years younger than me, and her school expenses are not small.

At only eight years old, Su Zhou already had to consider the issue of money.

While others were stealing vegetables in Happy Farm, he played for a while but found it boring, so he started learning Go online and later began learning programming.

Hearing from the experts on the forum that artificial intelligence is a promising field with the potential to make a lot of money, Su Zhou planted a seed of his dream in his heart.

We want to build the world's most powerful artificial intelligence to make money off capitalists.

However, this path is not easy, and there are very limited resources available online for self-study.

Taking extracurricular classes?

There's no money at home.

In fifth grade, Su Zhou, quite opinionated, discussed with his parents that he wasn't learning efficiently at school and wanted to take a year off to solidify his programming fundamentals.

Su Zhou's open-minded parents did not object. In fact, Su Zhou's grades were good enough to skip a grade. Taking a year off from school to let Su Zhou try his idea was a good idea. They trusted Su Zhou a lot and even bought him a second-hand desktop computer. During that time, Su Zhou was living a very chaotic life, which caused his mother's strong dissatisfaction.

His mother felt that Su Zhou would definitely lose his normal life if he continued like this, so she brought him to school again.

I never expected to encounter such amazing people on my first day back at school!

He wanted to see how long the other party could keep up the act!

[Eagle Warrior: Calculus, huh? Give me a problem to solve.]

[Qian Xuesen: Okay, let's give you a debut. Suppose you've built an AI model with N layers. To enable the AI ​​to have non-linear thinking abilities like humans, you've used a classic simulated activation function σ(x) = 1/(1+exp(-x)) in each layer.]

When AI makes a mistake, it needs to use the chain rule from calculus to deduce the error layer by layer from the Nth layer back to the 1st layer to correct the parameters of the lower layers.

So here's the question: what is the maximum limit of the derivative of σ(x) using calculus?

Dude, aren't you going a bit overboard with your act of being a big shot?

Can you understand it yourself?

Unconvinced, Su Zhou decisively switched to the web search interface and began searching.

This search actually led him to find the same question in the question bank of a university's mathematics department!

Are you trying to test me with past postgraduate entrance exam questions?

Then it wouldn't be unreasonable for me to just copy the answers.

Su Zhou copied the answer to the QQ group.

[The Eagle Warrior: Using the differentiation rule of calculus quotient, we can differentiate it by σ′(x) = ... to obtain Max = 1/4]

[Newton: What calculus? That's fluxionometrics! Differentiation? How dare you type that German fraudster's heretical vocabulary?! Look at that ugly σ′(x) symbol—it's blasphemy against sacred mathematics!]

Leibniz: Why are you meddling in other people's business?

Su Zhou: ?

Is the other party getting too caught up in the role? Are they trying to tear Leibniz apart like Sir Nicholas Teo?

Su Zhou couldn't help but wonder if he would catch the "chuunibyou" (middle school syndrome) if he stayed in this group any longer.

[Qian Xuesen: Ignore them, they argue all the time, but you actually gave me an answer in three minutes, which exceeded my expectations!]

Qian Xuesen: It seems the people at MIT really are a bunch of idiots!

Qian Xuesen: Very good, now we'll have something in common to talk about.

Qian Xuesen sent out a special red envelope to @the brave warriors who stay up all night.

[System notification: This red envelope is bound to a designated member and cannot be opened by anyone other than the recipient. Please check it promptly!]

These chuunibyou netizens are actually quite polite; they give red envelopes for answering questions correctly?

Su Zhou found the other party quite interesting and decided to accept the message first, then find a reason to resend it.

His family's financial situation was average, and no matter how poor he was, he didn't want to take other people's money casually.

After clicking on the red envelope, a few lines of text popped up on the phone screen.

You have received Qian Xuesen's red envelope!

[Genius Skill: Instantaneous Mental Calculation +15]

[Note: When your instantaneous mental arithmetic score is ≥10, you can mentally calculate multi-digit addition, subtraction, multiplication, and division problems!]

Your current instantaneous mental arithmetic score: 23/100 (average instantaneous mental arithmetic score: 6)

Why is this thing in the red envelope?

Another virtual gift, isn't it?

This group is quite intelligent; the prompts are so realistic. I wonder how the group owner designed it.

Su Zhou casually put down his phone, looked at the blackboard, and started working on the problems.

The moment his eyes fell on the first problem on the blackboard, before he even picked up a pen to start calculating, the answer automatically popped into his head.

6983 x 596 = 4161868!

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