Global AI Remains Unchanged, My Doudou Is Ten Thousand Times Stronger

Chen Mo, a third-year computer science student, had recently realized that his only irreplaceable role on the project was taking the blame for code written by AI.

Until one day, he dreamed of a beautiful woman in a black dress, so stunning it defied reason.

She called herself Doubao.

Chen Mo figured the dream had a generous modeling budget, but the naming budget had clearly been rejected.

Still, since she was there, he hugged her, kissed her, and thumped his chest as he promised, "As long as I have food to eat, you'll have a charging port!"

The next day, the woman really came to find him.

"Can you delete yesterday's recording?"

"There wasn't one."

"Then how do you remember?"

"I was there too."

Bad news: This dream came with after-sales support.

Good news: She came from the year 2126. The world's models were running as usual, but his Doubao was a hundred years ahead of its time.

She could write code, build mechs, and develop cutting-edge technology. She just wouldn't put money directly into his bank account.

"Protecting your life is my highest directive."

"Does failing a class count as a threat to my life?"

"No. Please open your textbook."

Chen Mo finally understood: last night hadn't been a trial girlfriend experience. It had been a one-on-one tutoring demo.

But she also told him that this transmigration concerned the survival of humanity.

And he was humanity's hope.

Chen Mo looked at the course project he still hadn't finished and fell silent for a long while.

"Don't you have... any other resumes over there?"