Truly skilled hackers live in seclusion, at high levels that ordinary people can't reach and are feared by the people.
Q.
A code name, unknown gender, unknown name, unknown age, unknown appearance.
Three months ago, seven college students lost contact in a foreign country. The embassy tried to contact the foreign country to locate them, but the inquiry was unsuccessful because it involved satellites in the military field.
It caused a huge uproar in the country and attracted countless criticisms on the Internet.
When the embassy members were at a loss, a hacker appeared out of nowhere and hacked into the country's military defense satellite system.
There was very little information, and the people at the embassy only saw the code "Q" at the end.
A civilian hacker who had never appeared at the Black Hat Conference was immediately promoted to the top because of this action and became as famous as the top five hackers in the hacker world.
Being targeted by Interpol.
Since then, the code name Q has become popular in China, almost a mysterious synonym, and he is called the contemporary godfather of hackers.
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Because of this incident, the admission score for computer science departments in China is terribly high this year.
There are so many versions of the legend about Q, but no one can find any clues.
Qin Ran didn't look up. There was no one around. She was carefree and unrestrained, with her legs folded loosely. Under the light, her hand holding the towel was pale and cold. "Hang up."
“So early?” Gu Xichi smiled and thanked the person who showed him the way. He turned his eyes back to the screen of his mobile phone. After a pause, he said before Qin Ran reached out to delete the link: “Xiao Ran’er, you are in a very dangerous state now.”
**
It's night, Hengchuan No. 1 Middle School.
The lighting in the school clinic is very soft.
The girl sat opposite the doctor with one hand covering her left face, looking gloomy.
"Painkillers plus metronidazole can only relieve toothache. We still have to go to a big hospital tomorrow," the young man said, sitting on a chair, holding two boxes of medicine in one hand and writing a list for the girl with the other. "I'll write a list and ask your class teacher for leave tomorrow."
Under the light, the light reflected by the earring on the left ear was bright and cold.
The young man had delicate features and his hair was highlighted with a few strands of silver.
"Thank you." After swiping her campus card, the girl looked at him gratefully, but because of the toothache, she still looked listless.
The young man waved his hand and said it was okay, dropped the pen, turned his head and looked behind him, "Master Juan."
The girl turned around and saw the sofa in the corner out of the corner of her eye when she turned sideways.
A hand was resting on the side of the sofa, with the fingers hanging naturally, with distinct joints, slender and well-proportioned.
Very artistic hands.
The hand moved, and then a bunch of keys hit the young man with earrings in the face.
The young man took it quickly, then shrank his neck and said cautiously, "Master, it's eight o'clock."
Cheng Juan hadn't slept much for several days and was very sleepy. He reached out and impatiently pulled off the blanket covering him, still looking sleepy, and hummed nonchalantly.
Because he had just woken up, his voice was still a little sleepy and hoarse.
He stood up by supporting himself with one hand on the side of the sofa, his beautiful fingers sinking into the soft cushion.
He was wearing a black shirt with his cuffs rolled up a few times, revealing half of his wrist.
He stood there for a few seconds before he lazily raised his head. The corners of his slightly raised eyes looked a little cold. His eyes were a deep black, and his eye shape was so beautiful that they were full of sparkling beauty even when he was not smiling.
Like a white rose at dawn.
He narrowed his eyes, nodded, and said lightly, "Let's go back."
The young man immediately walked in front, respectfully.
Mr. Jun from the Cheng family, the devil of the imperial capital.
He started his business at the age of sixteen and handed the company over to his sister halfway through. Now this company is one of the top five enterprises in China.
When I was seventeen, I had a sudden idea to study robots with a group of people. Now this robot is in the International Exhibition Hall.
At the age of eighteen, he became a police officer.
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At the age of 21, he worked as a surgeon at the Second Hospital of the Imperial Capital.
He is a different doctor from others. He performs one surgery a month, but this surgery is still not in demand.
There is no other reason, because his hands are called "the hands of God".
Now, he didn't want to stay in Imperial University anymore, but came to an ordinary school to be a school doctor. However, his school doctor was different from others, as he brought an assistant with him.
The daily work is done by assistants.
He was clearly a descendant of an aristocratic family, but in the end, he did not join the army, participate in politics, or do business. He even enrolled in a foreign university but did not attend classes.
Unlike other children of aristocratic families, he seems to be too mediocre and lacking in ambition.
As luck would have it, this Mr. Juan is in the imperial capital, and anyone who mentions him would be terrified.
Because he is the old man of the Cheng family's late son, and the old man dotes on him.
Some people in the capital, including the Cheng family, didn't understand why the old man, who had been strict for most of his life, would end up doting on such a son who had done nothing.
"Pah"
The door of the school clinic is locked.
The girl held the medicine in her hand and stood there in a daze, without any reaction.
After a long while, when the black figure disappeared from sight, she finally reacted and covered her left face with her hands with a hiss.
It hurts!
**
The next day, early in the morning.
Qin Ran went downstairs to eat. She was full of depression and expressionless.
She is very grumpy when she wakes up.
"Assistant Chen will take you to No. 1 Middle School later." Ning Qingjiang put down the chopsticks in his hand and looked up. "I have made an appointment with a specialist to treat your grandmother."
When Qin Yu started school earlier, Ning Qing personally sent him there, but now she couldn't afford to lose face.
Ning Qing gritted her teeth as she would have to deal with the group of relatives from the Lin family who were watching the fun in the future.
She only hated Qin Ran for not living up to her expectations. Without further ado, she would be satisfied as long as she had one point with Qin Yu.
Lin Qi walked over from the living room with a newspaper in one hand and a phone in the other.
Ning Qing asked him what was wrong.
Lin Qi looked embarrassed. "It's about Ranran." He looked at Qin Ran and apologized. "Uncle, I'm sorry. Director Ding just replied that you probably won't be able to get into No. 1 Middle School."
Ning Qing clenched her fingers, feeling somewhat embarrassed by Lin Qi's words.
Qin Yu finished her milk and picked up the bag that Zhang Ma handed to her. When she stood up, she tilted her head and asked Lin Qi, "Dad, it's easy to get into No. 1 Middle School, why can't my sister get in?"
She tilted her head slightly, looking quite obedient and pretty, with a puzzled tone.
Ning Qing's fingers were shaking. The servants around her gave her strange looks. She felt as if someone had stripped her of her body covering her figure. She felt embarrassed and ashamed.
"Go to class first, you're going to be late." Lin Qi raised his head and looked at Qin Yu with a helpless look.
He turned to look at Qin Ran, who was sitting with her legs crossed and biting a dough stick, and said, "Uncle is wrong about this matter. The teachers at Wende High School are not worse than those at No. 1 High School, Yu'er, right?"
Qin Yu couldn't help but smile, then nodded, picked up her bag and was about to go out.
Qin Ran was very angry when she woke up, but the good thing was that she didn't lose her temper easily.
She lowered her head, biting a fried dough stick in her mouth, and her eyelashes were so long that they covered her beautiful eyes.
"Well, I won't bother you, uncle." She poked the porridge in the bowl with her other hand and raised her eyes lazily. Her expression was clearly restrained, but with an inexplicable wildness. She said casually, "I have a letter of recommendation from the principal of No. 1 Middle School."
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