At the turn of the millennium, Ji Mian became one of the first Young Pioneers in his class, taking the first step in his political career.

His grades were consistently among the top five in the class. By this time, no one remembered that Ji Mian was a "mentally retarded" child who had difficulty speaking and walking.

After the summer vacation in 2001, he will become a third-grade student at Liming Primary School, and now he can be considered a senior.

Lin Minzhi got up early in the morning to make breakfast for him. In recent years, her breakfast shop has been very popular with its generous portions and delicious taste. It has a very good reputation in the East District, and some people even travel a long way to have breakfast there.

It vaguely had the prototype of the later Internet celebrity store.

Ji Mian can now walk to school independently. When crossing the road, the primary school students of Liming Primary School are holding various umbrellas and gradually gathering forward in the gray rain and fog.

When he arrived at the classroom, Ji Mian's coat was wet. He shook it out and hung it on the hook at the back of the classroom.

When he saw the familiar black raincoat beside him, Ji Mian's hand paused.

It was written on the raincoat: Fu Chenyu, Class 311.

That’s right, the boss is now in the third grade.

Compared to Ji Mian who has not grown taller, Fu Chenyu is already half a head taller than him at such a young age.

As he grew older, Fu Chenyu inherited Ning Qian's superior face and became more and more handsome.

In this society where appearance is everything, many of his classmates have forgotten the fact that his father is a "murderer."

Girls in the third grade already buy "Spark Network Girls" from magazine stands and are beginning to understand the naivety of teenage love.

I will also start to observe the good-looking boys in the class.

Fu Chenyu's cold personality, outstanding academic performance, and pale and handsome face undoubtedly made him the most discussed boy among the girls in Class 311.

In addition, every year at the evening party, Fu Chenyu would be regarded as the face of the class by Teacher Shi, who would push him to perform in a personal program. Among the many programs that only sang nursery rhymes and recited poems, Fu Chenyu's melancholy and lonely violin solo almost captured the hearts of all the little girls in Liming Primary School.

Even the fact that his father went to jail became a cool point about his confusing life experience.

Ji Mian complained silently in his heart: I’m desperate about this world where looks matter!

Apart from Fu Chenyu, the others who were discussed the most were Ji Mian and Su Luoyu.

Su Luoyu's grades are also very good. She is now the study committee member of the class. She has the aura of a protagonist and is very popular with everyone.

Ji Mian is not much inferior to him, but his beautiful and delicate face, like a girl's, is not very popular among girls. Instead, boys are more willing to be brothers with him.

The reason is simple. Under Zhang Xianzhen's personal guidance, Ji Mian has participated in many large and small Sanda competitions and won many trophies.

This makes him look really cool in the eyes of boys.

As soon as we sat down, Kang Jun, the representative of the information class, shouted, "The next class is information class, and the teacher asked us to line up first!"

Information class is computer class. It was a supplementary course for primary school students in 2001. Students all went to Tiancheng Main School, the headquarters of Liming Primary School, for classes. It took five minutes to walk across the street.

Therefore, every time they have an information class, students have to line up with their textbooks.

The students cheered and rushed to line up.

Five minutes later, everyone arrived at the computer classroom. Before entering the classroom, every student had to put on blue shoe covers. Ji Mian squatted on the ground for a while to put them on, but when he entered, his seat was already taken.

Ji Mian frowned: "Xu Cai, this is my seat."

There are limited computer classrooms, so information classes are taught by two classes together, with two or three people using one computer.

This week's information class is taught by Class 1 and Class 3, and Xu Cai is among them.

Xu Cai is growing up now and looks more and more like his father who kills pigs in the vegetable market, with a fierce look on his face.

He learned to watch adult films in the third grade, and would skip classes and fight. He was notorious among the students and looked like a bit of a gangster, and everyone was afraid of him.

Xu Cai said arrogantly, "Your name is written on it. I'll give you your seat back. First come, first served. Do you understand?"

He monopolized a computer by himself, and no one dared to say anything to him.

It is better to have less trouble than more, and Ji Mian has no time to bully children.

As time went by, the memories of his previous life became more and more integrated with this body, making him more and more like the shadow of his previous life.

Let him feel like a little adult!

Ji Mian looked up at the computer classroom, which was almost full of people.

The girls gathered together, and the boys were also arm in arm. He Xi, who usually played well with him, was sick today and didn't come. Ji Mian looked around and saw that only Fu Chenyu was sitting alone.

He took a deep breath and walked over slowly with the stool.

"Can I use the same computer with you?" Ji Mian asked in a low voice.

Fu Chenyu looked up at him and said nothing.

Ji Mian was a little nervous. Ever since he convinced himself not to be afraid of Fu Chenyu anymore, his avoidance mentality towards Fu Chenyu was not so obvious. He just treated him as an ordinary classmate.

However, to be honest, even though I have been classmates with Fu Chenyu for three years, our relationship has always been lukewarm.

After all, Fu Chenyu has always been a deskmate with Su Luoyu, and he is at best just one of her classmates.

I don't know if Fu Chenyu still remembers the friendship we had in kindergarten...

Fu Chenyu silently moved the stool a little to the right, leaving an empty seat for Ji Mian.

Many people in the class saw this and gasped, whispering to each other.

"Why did Ji Mian go to sit with Fu Chenyu? He's so brave!"

"How amazing! Isn't he afraid of freezing to death?"

"If I had known Fu Chenyu was so easy to talk to, I would have sat with him..."

"Ah, I dare not, Fu Chenyu is too cold!"

Ji Mian opened the information book, extremely nervous, staring at the computer without looking away.

Fu Chenyu lowered his eyelashes, not knowing what he was thinking.

The teacher hadn't arrived in the classroom yet, and everyone was playing the recently popular online computer game, controlling a little man to dig down continuously and then pass the level.

The last time Ji Mian went to the teacher's office, he saw Teacher Shi also playing this game.

"Fu Chenyu, do you play games?" Ji Mian spoke to break the silence.

After all, he was so bored just sitting there!

Fu Chenyu threw the mouse to him, meaning that if you want to play, you can play by yourself.

Ji Mian held the mouse and thought to himself: He is indeed a big shot, he is very frugal with words.

The older I get, the less talkative I become. Is this just a way of trying to be cool? Ji Mian thought wildly.

But you’re also right, the boss’s tenderness is reserved for the protagonist, he doesn’t deserve it!

Ji Mian then picked up the mouse and opened the mining game at the speed of light, joining the army of gold diggers.

Fu Chenyu leaned back in his chair and stared at him without blinking. Ji Mian was so engrossed in the game that he forgot there was a dangerous person sitting behind him.

"What's so fun about this?" Fu Chenyu asked.

Ji Mian was startled by the big boss's question. After all, they seldom communicated with each other except for collecting and handing in homework.

Ji Mian put down the mouse and answered seriously: "It's just... it's fun. I can keep digging."

Uh, that sounds really boring.

Ji Mian was still limited by his childish mindset. Without giving it much thought, he kept trying to sell the game: "If you dig up a carrot, you can turn into a rabbit!"

Fu Chenyu sneered, looking uninterested. He also looked down on Ji Mian's intelligence.

Well...it's not easy to recommend games to a big guy! Ji Mian felt bored and turned his head back to playing the game silently.

Fu Chenyu wondered if he knew that he made this little game himself?

Ten-year-old Fu Chenyu already knew everything about computer programming, so making a small game was not difficult. However, he did not expect that after he posted the game on the Internet, it suddenly became popular across the country.

The rabbit who loves carrots in the story was written based on Ji Mian.

Seeing that Ji Mian liked games so much, Fu Chenyu felt a strange sense of shame in his heart.

I really want to tell him directly that this is a game he made. The stupid rabbit will definitely look at him in amazement.

But his pride and self-esteem did not allow him to show off, as that would make him look mentally retarded. Fu Chenyu remained cool and silent.

Couldn't he be more proactive and curious and ask himself who made the game?

Fu Chenyu was a little angry and felt that Ji Mian was really an idiot rabbit with no desire for knowledge.

Ji Mian was having fun and was about to dig up a carrot when Teacher Yang arrived.

The computer was instantly controlled by Teacher Yang, and there was a wailing sound in the classroom.

Teacher Yang said cheerfully, holding a thermos cup: "In this class, we are going to learn how to draw with a computer."

Ji Mian looked at the controlled computer and turned the pages of a book with his head down in a depressed mood.

Fu Chenyu looked at him for a while and said, "You don't like painting?"

Ji Mian was inherently afraid of Fu Chenyu, so whenever he asked her questions, she would answer them and reflexively shake her head, "No."

He couldn't just say he wanted to play a game! What a shame, he almost finished the game just now.

Ji Mian still wanted to be a good student, and everyone's computers were controlled, so no one said anything.

Fu Chenyu sat up straight and moved forward.

Ji Mian was close to him, so he quickly moved away cautiously.

Fu Chenyu took the mouse and opened several things on the computer that Ji Mian couldn't understand at all.

The dense codes slid down row by row, making Ji Mian dizzy.

Not to mention that he now only has the IQ of an elementary school student, even if he had the IQ of a police officer in his previous life, he might not be able to understand these twisted codes.

Fu Chenyu didn't know where he clicked, but in less than ten seconds, Ji Mian's computer took back control and restored the game interface.

Teacher Yang no longer has the authority to control his computer!

Ji Mian's eyes widened and his mouth opened into an "O" shape.

He suddenly remembered that Fu Chenyu in the original book was a computer genius.

When he was in high school, he was able to hack into the Tongcheng government's security network system and come and go freely, more skillfully than going back to his own home.

Later, it created the dark web that shelters criminals around the world, established countless underground trading systems, and even has a complete virtual currency system.

However, compared to his talent in computers, what makes people most frightened about Fu Chenyu is his talent for crime.

Ji Mian's palms were slightly sweaty, and thinking of Fu Chenyu's future cruel life, he couldn't help swallowing his saliva.

What does this mean, sir?

Ji Mian suddenly thought of some ferocious carnivores, which usually displayed their strength and threatened before hunting.

No way… Ji Mian felt a chill on his back. He hadn’t done anything to make Fu Chenyu unhappy, had he? Was he not cautious enough?

Fu Chenyu urged with a cold face: "Don't you want to play games?"

Ji Mian was confused: "...Ah?"

He glanced at the computers of all his classmates. They were all strictly controlled by Teacher Yang. Only his computer could play games.

It must be an illusion... Why do I feel like I'm being protected by a big shot?