A genius student? Ha, they're nothing but ants at your feet!

Entropy came over, took a look, and asked anxiously:

"Now that we've found it, can we delete it?"

Su Hao shook his head.

"No. This subprocess is already deeply coupled with other core algorithms."

Forcibly terminating the system at this point would cause the entire underlying architecture to collapse.

"What should we do?! The CPU temperature is almost over 100 degrees Celsius!"

"It's okay. Since we can't delete it, I'll just do some forced 'traffic management' for this out-of-control data flow."

Crackle, crackle.

Su Hao bypassed the language compiler and directly reorganized the coupling between various algorithm modules at the underlying level.

By combining guidance and restriction, we can define restricted areas for them using code and strictly isolate their thread permissions physically.

This allows for the complete blocking of this computationally intensive deadlock interference without killing the process.

Snapped.

As Su Hao pressed the Enter key heavily on the last reconstruction command, a miracle occurred.

The previously frantic server seemed to have finally escaped from its drowning predicament, gasped for breath, and then emitted a calm, low hum.

On the backend monitoring.

CPU core temperature and fan speed limit began to drop precipitously.

[Server load rate: 94%→68%→43%→21%]

"Holy crap... which alien galaxy sent you to infiltrate Earth?"

Root, a systems engineer, stood there dumbfounded, watching in disbelief.

It was as if I had seen God.

Is it possible to forcibly reverse engineer the root cause of a system failure simply by examining massive amounts of low-level logs with the naked eye?

It can even perform hot updates and repairs of the underlying logic on the spot in just a few minutes under extreme conditions without interrupting server operation?!

This is more than just showing off skills.

This is completely trampling on the common sense of modern computer science with the soles of a shoe!

Is this even human?!

"Basic stuff, don't be silly. After all, I was the one who designed the underlying logic of this engine."

Su Hao shrugged dismissively, keeping his achievements hidden.

"The lag is gone! The screen is working! The server is back to normal! The queued players have reconnected!"

Cyber ​​Fox stared at the screen and shouted excitedly.

After the critical lag was resolved, the number of people in the backend queue did not decrease due to the previous outage.

On the contrary, with the crazy influx of people having fun in Nova's live stream, the number of viewers continued to surge!

1,221,

3,880,

5,540...

The data has skyrocketed.

The total number of downloads for "MIT Simulator" has quietly surpassed 10,000!

And it's still accelerating upwards at an exaggerated speed!

"Long live!!!"

"We did it! We made it through! This time it's a real success!"

At this moment, in this cramped studio, the exhaustion of surviving the ordeal was intertwined with extreme ecstasy.

The three of them turned around in unison.

Her gaze, filled with complex emotions, fell upon Su Hao, who sat calmly in his chair.

They know it better than anyone else.

If Su Hao hadn't been there today, and if his god-like skills hadn't turned the tide...

All of today's massive traffic and visible success will become nothing but empty talk the moment the servers crash!

"Waaah...slurp."

Someone, after releasing extreme stress, shamelessly sniffed.

With red eyes, the three of them walked forward in unison.

She surrounded Su Hao and hugged him tightly, disregarding her image.

Like a child who has suffered countless injustices and finally sees hope.

She buried her head in his shoulder and they both sobbed softly.

..........

a few days later.

The entire online gaming forums were in an uproar.

The number of discussion threads about the "MIT simulator" can no longer be described as "explosive".

That's called spamming!

It's called an exponential explosion!

The screen refreshed, revealing a dense barrage of red titles marked with exclamation marks, overwhelming everyone's attention.

The title of the top-rated post on the homepage exudes a deep sense of obsession:

Help! This game is addictive! Once I entered this awful game, my body could never return to reality!

[Real-name verified. I am a MIT student struggling with hair loss and deadlines.]

I created an account in the game, and the sense of realism...

I can even smell the earthy smell of the virtual Charles River!

Brothers, I feel like that virtual character is my half-brother!

In reality, I'm so timid and I've never even held a girl's hand.

In the game, I went all in, putting every single one of my initial attribute points into my appearance!

Damn it, you better make sure I have a great relationship in the game that didn't work out in real life!

The comments below quickly grew to a towering height:

[So? Can maxing out your looks really make you a player in the game? How popular would you be?]

[They are more than just popular.]

Just by controlling the character to walk along the campus paths, the screen will pop up with event notifications that girls will take the initiative to chat with you!

Wow—so this is what life is like for a handsome guy! Damn, my retinas are filled with peach blossoms!

I looked at myself in the mirror and tears of sorrow streamed down my face.

Brother, don't cry, it breaks my heart to hear you cry.

Even in a fantasy world, dopamine is still dopamine. Even if it's just code in a game, I'm glad you can experience this kind of happiness, bro!

But soon.

These enthusiastic players then discovered a fatal problem.

The servers are about to crash from overload!

The number of people queuing is showing a terrifying trend of increasing in a straight line.

The worst part is that the players in the game world are as if their souls have been ripped out, and they are firmly nailed to their computers.

They absolutely do not want to log off!

I'd rather die than surrender!

The forum was filled with cries of despair:

[You bastards! Have some decency! Please, just quit the game and make room for someone else!]

I'm about to throw up from staring at the loading screen; I've been waiting in line for a full five hours!

[Don't you cultivators ever get any sleep? You should be aware of the sudden death warning!]

Didn't the official statement say that if you leave your character online for an hour, you'll be kicked offline by the system?

Why are the lines outside actually getting longer instead of shorter?!

[Log off? I'll never log off in my lifetime. The current queue situation is simply hell!]

Last night before I went to sleep, I placed a water cup on my keyboard to jam the arrow keys.

I'd rather let my character run around in a corner all night than log off!

I queued for a full ten hours to get in. Given the huge sunk costs, there's no way I can back out now.

Besides, this mod is outrageously fun! I'm currently in the workshop building a combat mech by hand, so don't bother me!

[What's so great about building mechs? Fighting zombies is still the most fun with a flamethrower!]

The moment the flame shot out, the thrill was overwhelming; I felt like a savior of the apocalypse!

[Hahaha, I'm cheating on everyone in the game! I can't be a player in real life, so I can only find solace here.]

Unfortunately, I had a mishap today and was caught red-handed by my three girlfriends in the cafeteria.

I'm currently cowering in a men's restroom stall, trembling with fear. This supposed to be a dating simulator has turned into a suspenseful thriller! It's fucking terrifying!