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

Su Zhou began designing the architecture of the convolutional neural network.

Convolutional layers, pooling layers, fully connected layers, the prototype of Dropout... He integrated all the knowledge he had absorbed in the past few days and drew a network architecture diagram with more than ten layers on paper.

Then, I continued writing code.

Time flies by as fingertips tap the keyboard.

When Su Zhou looked up again, it was already completely dark outside the window.

I checked my phone and realized it was already past 1 a.m.

Damn it, I have to go to school tomorrow.

He finished checking the last piece of code, confirmed that it compiled successfully, and then uploaded the complete training script.

The dataset was ready; he had scraped tens of thousands of images from several open-source websites, categorized them, and loaded them into the program.

"Run!"

Su Zhou pressed Enter and heard the GPU fan suddenly accelerate. The progress bar on the screen began to move forward slowly, and the loss value of the first epoch was decreasing.

He stared at it for a few seconds, but couldn't hold on any longer, so he climbed into bed and fell asleep immediately.

"Brother! Brother! Get up! Your alarm has been ringing for ages!"

Su Xing's voice was like a small hammer, thumping on his temples. Su Zhou suddenly opened his eyes, grabbed his phone, and saw that it was already 7:15.

The first class starts at 8:10.

"It's over!"

He sprang out of bed, brushed his teeth, washed his face, changed his clothes, and ate breakfast with a speed he had never experienced even during military training. He grabbed his schoolbag, took Su Xing with him, and rushed outside.

On Monday morning, Su Zhou had just stepped into the classroom, and before he had even put down his schoolbag, Zhao Zixuan mysteriously pulled him to a corner of the corridor.

"Dude, I've got this weekend sorted out."

Zhao Zixuan lowered his voice, but the excited expression on his face made him want to broadcast it through a megaphone.

Su Zhou was completely confused: "What's wrong?"

"About tutoring!" Zhao Zixuan glanced around to make sure no one was eavesdropping before leaning closer to say, "The school won't allow it, so we won't do it at school. This weekend I contacted all the students at the tutoring center and told them about the current situation."

"They're all so anxious!" Zhao Zixuan said excitedly, his voice low. "They're all afraid you won't give them extra lessons."

Su Zhou was taken aback.

He hadn't expected the group to react so strongly.

Zhao Zixuan continued, "So you don't need to worry about student enrollment now; they're all willing to change their classroom location."

"Where to move to?" Su Zhou asked the most crucial question. "Renting a venue is simply too late to find one right now, and the cost..."

"No need to rent." Zhao Zixuan interrupted him, his smile becoming even more smug. "My dad's company has an office in the technology park, and there are two extra meeting rooms on the third floor. No one uses them on weekends, so it's a waste to leave them empty. I mentioned it to my dad, and he said to use them as needed."

Su Zhou remained silent for a few seconds.

Looking at Zhao Zixuan's smiling face, a complex emotion suddenly welled up inside him.

This matter sounds simple, but the fact that Zhao Zixuan went to his father specifically for him means that Zhao Zixuan had to explain the whole story to his family, including why he was tutoring a classmate and what had happened at school.

For a first-year high school student, it's not an easy thing to ask their parents to talk about other people's issues.

"I won't charge you for that class," Su Zhou decided after thinking for a moment.

Zhao Zixuan was taken aback: "Huh?"

"You provide the venue, and I'll waive your class fees; consider it a venue fee. That's fair."

Zhao Zixuan opened his mouth, but seeing that Su Zhou's expression didn't seem like a polite formality, he immediately beamed with joy: "Is...is this appropriate?"

"What's inappropriate about it? It's inappropriate to freeload off the venue." Su Zhou patted his shoulder. "Later, please help me spread the word that classes will resume this Saturday, and the location will be changed to your dad's company's conference room."

"No problem!" Zhao Zixuan nodded repeatedly. "What about the fee?"

"According to the standard of math olympiad training classes, it costs 600 yuan per hour, with one class every Saturday, and each class lasts two hours."

Six hundred per hour, one class is one thousand two hundred.

At first glance, it really doesn't sound cheap.

However, Zhao Zixuan attended two years of math Olympiad training classes outside of school, which wasn't expensive.

Su Zhou's small class of about ten students has teaching quality that far surpasses those of other training institutions, and honestly, the price is very reasonable.

"Okay, I'll go back and inform them." Zhao Zixuan patted his chest and assured them, "They'll definitely accept this price; it'll only be more expensive elsewhere."

The two were talking animatedly when a cold voice came from behind them.

"Zhao Zixuan".

Zhao Zixuan froze, as if someone had pressed the pause button.

The English teacher stood at the corner of the corridor, holding a stack of lesson plans, and precisely locked onto him.

"The morning reading bell has rung, what are you muttering about in the hallway?"

Zhao Zixuan glanced at Su Zhou subconsciously; Su Zhou stood beside him with a normal expression.

Li Ting's gaze lingered on Su Zhou for less than half a second before shifting away and returning to Zhao Zixuan's face.

"Zhao Zixuan, don't lead Su Zhou astray. Go back to the classroom."

Zhao Zixuan followed back with a long face, muttering under his breath as he passed Su Zhou, "What do you mean I corrupted you? What kind of look is that from the English teacher?"

Su Zhou's lips curved slightly.

The first lesson was math.

Teacher Zhou pushed up his black-rimmed glasses and stood on the podium. Two large characters were written on the blackboard: Monthly Exam.

"I have some news to share."

The classroom fell silent instantly.

"The monthly exams start this afternoon and will last for two and a half days." Teacher Zhou looked around, her expression as serious as ever. "All nine subjects will be tested. The class representatives will send the specific arrangements to each class group later. Everyone, start reviewing now."

All nine subjects were tested.

A low, mournful wail suddenly filled the classroom.

In 2007, the first-year high school students had not yet separated into arts and sciences tracks. They had to take Chinese, math, English, politics, history, geography, physics, chemistry, and biology—no one could escape it. This meant that no matter if you were a science-oriented or arts-oriented student, you would be thoroughly tested.

Su Zhou sat down and took a deep breath.

He was proficient in Chinese, mathematics, physics, chemistry, and even English.

The problem lies in other humanities subjects.

He hardly spends any time on history, geography, and politics.

It wasn't that he looked down on those courses; it was simply that he didn't have enough time. He devoted most of his energy to mathematics and programming.

Fortunately, history, geography, and politics were the last subjects tested, so he still had time to review.

That afternoon, the first exam of the month was Chinese.

The exam lasts two and a half hours, and the total score is 150 points.

When Su Zhou received the test paper, he first scanned the entire paper from beginning to end. He had no problem with the basic multiple-choice questions, and he quickly went through the reading comprehension passages to understand the text structure and arguments.

Chinese language wasn't exactly easy for him, but it wasn't too difficult either.

He has read a lot enough, and although his writing skills are not particularly eloquent, his logic is clear and his arguments are solid. As long as he doesn't aim for a perfect score, he should have no problem getting a decent grade.

After writing the last period, Su Zhou breathed a sigh of relief; he had finally passed the Chinese language hurdle.

The second exam was in mathematics.

Before the test papers were handed out, Teacher Zhou stood on the podium and said a few extra words, which was unusual for him.

"I made some adjustments to the math test for this month's exam. It was more difficult than the usual quizzes, in order to get a better understanding of everyone's true level."

"If you encounter a question you don't know how to answer, skip it and focus on answering all the questions you can as quickly as possible. Don't get stuck on questions you don't know how to answer, and don't let one question affect your pace and mindset for the rest of the questions."

The audience was tense.

Some people started to look worried.

If you enjoy making things difficult for people so much, why not just make them all get zero on the test!