"I'm not a deserter," Shen Jinmo emphasized with a stern face.
He valued his son's safety more than anything else.
"Then let's continue." Lu Anyu climbed back onto his lap, manipulated the mouse, and quickly registered his own account.
The little guy has very fast hands and can handle even complex web pages with ease.
The young face was scanned through the facial recognition system.
Verification successful.
Lu Anyu continued with the drawing game.
In the blink of an eye, he made it directly into the ninth level.
There was only one hurdle left.
Lu Anyu was a little nervous during the final challenge. His palms, which were holding the pen, were damp with sweat. He put down the pen and rubbed his hands together.
"Daddy, do you think I can complete the tenth level?"
“Yes, but you can’t continue.” Shen Jinmo’s brows furrowed slightly.
They had made up their minds to stop Lu Anyu from continuing.
He thought Lu Anyu would fail to pass the first few rounds and be eliminated.
Once he hits a wall, he'll stop thinking about continuing.
Who knew that the little guy, despite his young age, was exceptionally talented and passed all nine levels in one go.
“Dad, my mom taught me that you should finish what you start.” Lu Anyu stubbornly picked up the paintbrush, clicked the mouse, and entered the tenth level.
The drawing challenge for level 10 was unexpected.
Please draw your own self-portrait.
Upon seeing the challenge, Lu Anyu lightly pinched his chin: "The person who set this challenge is very clever. Drawing a self-portrait looks simple, but it's actually the most difficult. I'll have to draw it well and make myself look handsome."
Shen Jinmo felt increasingly uneasy.
Facial verification is required when registering an account, and the final step requires drawing a self-portrait.
Wouldn't this be another opportunity for the artist to personally verify their identity?
If the self-portrait and the face recognized by facial recognition have a very high degree of overlap, then the other party may be able to directly identify the person.
The other party may be specifically targeting a particular person.
Realizing this.
Shen Jinmo grabbed the mouse and immediately shut down the computer.
The screen went black.
Lu Anyu's tenth level means he is forced to declare the end.
"Dad, why did you turn off my computer? I was almost finished drawing." Lu Anyu gritted his teeth and glared angrily at Shen Jinmo.
Bang--
The study door was forcibly pushed open.
The person who came in aggressively was Lu Zhiwei. When she walked in, her face was gloomy and terrifying, and her whole body was shrouded in a terrible chill.
Lin Jing, who was guarding outside the door, was unable to stop her.
"Mommy." When Lu Anyu saw Lu Zhiwei barge in, he realized his plan had been exposed, and he jumped off Shen Jinmo's lap guiltily and went to Lu Zhiwei's side.
“An’an, do you know what you’re doing? If I hadn’t been keeping my computer on all night monitoring those artists who were playing online challenges, I would never have known you were involved.”
Lu Zhiwei growled at Lu Anyu.
When I saw an artist with the account "Island" successfully complete nine levels and achieve an amazing result.
This immediately caught Lu Zhiwei's attention.
She casually used her hacking skills to check the island's ID, and what she found shocked her.
This exceptionally talented person, who wasn't some world-class artist, turned out to be his own precious son.
Lu Anyu was terrified by Lu Zhiwei's furious outburst, and shrank back, saying, "Mommy, I was wrong."
"Stand there and reflect on your mistakes." Lu Zhiwei grabbed Lu Anyu and dragged him to the wall.
Lu Anyu skillfully stood up, facing the wall, and began to be punished.
Making him stand facing the wall to reflect on his mistakes is the most common way his mother punishes him.
“It’s not An’an’s fault, it’s my fault, I…” Shen Jinmo tried to explain to Lu Zhiwei.
"Shen Jinmo! You won't let me risk my life, but you'll let An'an risk his? He's just a five-year-old child, can he save the world?"
As expected, Lu Zhiwei didn't let Shen Jinmo off the hook either, and scolded him mercilessly.
"I didn't let him pass the tenth level. I turned off the computer. You can see the screen is all black." Shen Jingmo pursed his lips, trying to salvage some face.
"You go and face the wall and reflect on your actions too." Lu Zhiwei was in a fit of anger and didn't want to say anything more.
On her way here, she was so angry she felt like her chest was about to explode.
Neither of these two scoundrels, father and son, can give you a moment's peace.
"Me... going too?" Shen Jingmo pointed to himself.
Lin Jing, standing to the side, pursed his lips, trying his best to suppress a laugh.
Having grown up so much, Mr. Shen probably has never experienced what it's like to face the wall in contemplation.
"Otherwise what?" Lu Zhiwei glared at him coldly.
Under the oppressive gaze of the person he deeply loved, Shen Jinmo dared not resist in the slightest.
Obediently wheeled her wheelchair to Lu Anyu's side, and like the little guy, faced the wall, not daring to move.
Lu Anyu, who was standing to the side, would occasionally glance at Chen Jinmo; "Oh, I used to be the only one reflecting on my mistakes, but now I have someone to keep me company, it's so nice."
Shen Jinmo stared at his gloating son, wanting to laugh but unable to.
"Look at the terrible idea you came up with. Now look what happened, I'm the one getting punished too."
"Hehe, Daddy, a family should share both good times and bad." Lu Anyu proudly raised his little head, quite pleased with himself for being punished.
Lu Zhiwei looked at the father and son who were obediently accepting their punishment with their backs to her, her red lips slightly raised, and walked to the computer desk, pulled out a chair, sat down, and turned on the computer again.
She sat down.
Lu Anyu noticed: "Mommy, you won't let me draw, but you want to draw yourself. That's not fair."
Shen Jinmo also realized that Lu Zhiwei seemed to want to finish what Lu Anyu had not finished earlier.
He maneuvered his wheelchair to stand behind Lu Zhiwei and took her hand: "No."
"Aren't there plainclothes police officers you hired keeping watch outside? Don't waste tonight's opportunity." Lu Zhiwei moved Shen Jinmo's hand away and skillfully entered the challenge website.
I logged into my account.
Because she had already passed one level.
This time, she started directly from the second level.
Each level takes less than a minute.
Lu Anyu, who was facing the wall, would occasionally peek over the shoulder out of curiosity.
"Wow, Mommy, you are amazing for giving birth to me! You are so fast!"
Lu Anyu clapped his hands and applauded from the side.
While painting, Lu Zhiwei reminded Lu Anyu, "Turn your head around and continue facing the wall. Don't be lazy."
Lu Zhiwei handled these challenges with ease.
After overcoming numerous obstacles, we fought our way to the tenth level, where we arrived at the self-portrait level.
Lu Zhiwei first constructed the outline of her face on a graphics tablet, then drew her hair, eyebrows, eyes, nose...
She hasn't painted herself in many years.
To paint a portrait requires a deep and clear understanding of oneself, and one cannot pre-define any aesthetic effect.
Two minutes later.
Lu Zhiwei submitted her painting.
Wait for the challenge results to appear on the screen.
Three seconds later, a message popped up on the screen: "Congratulations to player Wei Xiao for successfully completing the level. Please collect your letter at your doorstep in thirty minutes."
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