Bit Mania [Hacking]

Lin Guang and Li Yunze tidied up their dormitory dejectedly, and walked out of the school gate with their heavy luggage bags. The two looked back with nostalgia. The three years of college life brought them extremely rich memories, including laughter and happiness. Painful, but all of this will come to an end tonight.The previous ambitions collapsed in an instant when there was a mistake in the graduation design and the moment he learned that he could not get a graduation certificate.

"Oh." Lin Guang sighed heavily.

"Perhaps this is the ending we should have. We should have foreseen it since the computer broke down." Li Yunze sniffed.

"You're right." Lin Guang's voice was muffled.

The sound of the engine of the long-distance bus came from far and near. They said goodbye to each other and lifted their luggage.

"Wait, wait a minute!—" There was a hasty shout from a distance, the voice sounded a bit like their professor, and the two looked gloomy, thinking they were hallucinating.

"Lin Guang, Li Yunze, where are you two bastards going?!" The back collar was suddenly caught behind the back, and the two people who got on the bus with one foot turned around in astonishment, only to see that they were nearly half a hundred years old. The old professor was out of breath and looked at them sullenly.

"...Teach, Professor?"

"What the hell are you guys doing? I just applied to the school, and I specially approved two postgraduate qualifications for you, but in the blink of an eye, I submitted an application for withdrawal? Do you still take me seriously as a tutor! "

"Ah? Our graduation project is not..."

"That's right, it's your graduation project! Let me tell you, don't think that now that you have learned well and your wings grow hard, you can pat your ass and leave to go to other key universities! Don't you forget that I am How did I teach you?"

The two were completely confused: "What?"

"I mean!" the professor gasped, "I'm very satisfied that you have made such a good graduation project! I'm very pleased! If you are willing to follow me to graduate school, I am willing to teach you all I have learned in my life! Listen Got it, huh?"

"...Professor!" Lin Guang knelt down when he heard the words, hugged the old professor's legs and cried, "We can't repay you for your great kindness to us. I swear, I will follow you in the future." Study hard and never watch TV dramas again!"

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Early the next morning, Qi Xingchu pushed out a bicycle from nowhere, and drove Luo Zixin to school. After all, the LASER was not easy to be taken with him, so he put it at Qi's house first, and planned to come to school later in Xingchu. With that computer, they packed up and sent back together.

The bicycle stumbling through the streets of the town, carrying and being carried, was a new experience for the two on the bicycle.

Luo Zixin stood at the school gate, turned around and said goodbye to Qi Xingchu: "Thank you! Qi Xingchu, you..."

"Ok?"

"You are a great person!"

I don't know if it was an illusion, but he saw that the car that the man was riding seemed to shake violently.

The boy shook his head inexplicably, and walked into the school while leaning on the wall. On the way to the classroom, he always felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't tell. It wasn't until he was sitting in his seat, and the teacher walked up to the podium with the book, that he suddenly understood. , unfortunately it was too late.

"Luo Zixin! Where's your textbook?" The scariest Chinese teacher frowned and said in a low voice, "And your homework!"

A gust of wind blew by, and someone who came to the school empty-handed broke out in cold sweat: "Old, teacher, I can explain..."

"The dean may be willing to listen to your explanation!"

The poor, thin, innocent little boy was escorted to the Academic Affairs Office, and he knocked on the door bravely.

"Come in!" The dean's impatient voice came from inside the room.

Zixin walked in tremblingly, and the door behind him was closed by the Chinese teacher with a grinning grin, and his heart also froze.

"What's the matter?" The dean seemed to be busy with something, and asked Luo Zixin with his back turned.

He swallowed, trying to organize his words: "I..."

"Boom!" Some elderly female academic staff angrily kicked the fax machine in front of them, straightened up and rubbed their shoulders.

Someone automatically silenced.

The dean turned and glanced at him: "Wait a minute." Then, he pushed aside the boy and took a fresh stack of fax paper from the shelf, put it in the fax machine, and turned on the switch.

The fax machine made a buzzing sound, and quickly spit out sheets of printed paper. The woman picked it up and looked at it, and angrily cursed, "Why is it still like this!" on the ground.

Luo Zixin stood there awkwardly, a ball of paper just rolled to his feet, the boy bent down to pick it up, unfolded it and looked, there were several black lines randomly distributed on the white paper, blocking the words printed on it and making people feel uncomfortable. Can't see clearly, this is obviously a failed print.

He said cautiously to the director who was tinkering with the machine: "Or, maybe you can wipe the reflective lens..."

"What lens?"

The boy tried to move closer, and saw that the other party had no objection, so he boldly squatted in front of the fax machine, opened the machine cover with one hand, and put the index finger of the other hand in front of his mouth to breathe lightly. , straightly stretched into the machine from an angle, and scratched a little twice.

Then he pulled out his hand: "Okay, let's try again."

The dean was suspicious, and pressed the work button without hope.

The document was printed, and the black font was clearly presented on the white paper, with even ink and no impurities.

"Okay, okay!" The middle-aged woman stood up happily, quickly finished typing the rest of the fax, put it in a file bag, and ran out. Luo Zixin subconsciously chased him for half a step, his feet hurt, and finally he could only stay. He was thrown on the spot in a daze.

The dean ran across the corridor in black leather shoes and knocked on the plywood door of the principal's office: "Mr. Principal, here are the test papers and standard answers for the final exam. Please have a look."

The half-white-haired old principal took the document and looked it over, and praised with satisfaction: "Mr. Chen, you are very efficient in doing things. I really did not misunderstand the person. The year-end bonus this time belongs to you."

The female dean surnamed Chen returned to her office, and when she looked up, she saw Luo Zixin looking at her hesitantly. She was in a good mood at the moment, and she sat down and greeted the boy with a smile: "Why are you still here? What's the matter?" Yes, tell the teacher."

"Zuo, I didn't bring homework..." He tentatively opened his mouth.

"Oh, you are so careless, then hurry up and make up for it."

"Not even a textbook..." Zixin said tremblingly.

"Then remember to bring it with you in the future."

"The Chinese teacher asked me to write a self-criticism..."

"Hey, she is just too ignorant. There is no need for children to be so harsh when they don't make mistakes."

Someone took the opportunity to say: "This time I failed the Chinese midterm exam..."

"Then you have to keep working hard! Ask the teacher if you don't understand anything! Well, that's all right. I won't notify your parents this time. As long as you pack up the waste paper on the ground and send it to shred, you will be fine." Make up for it, remember, the content on the paper must be completely destroyed, and it will never be recovered!"

"it is good!"

Satisfied, Luo Zixin gathered the papers on the ground together and walked out of the Academic Affairs Office with her arms in his arms.

Half an hour later, in the logistics department, he squatted in front of the document shredder, watching the documents put in were cut into strips of paper thick as thumbs. The boy reached out and took out one from the wreckage. Most of the problem-solving steps on the note are still preserved.

Zixin thought for a while, looked around, and saw that no one was paying attention to him, so he quietly unscrewed the cover of the shredder...

Five minutes later, the boy came out from the logistics department, clapped his hands, smoothed the corners of his clothes, and walked away slowly, leaning on the wall.

A young male teacher was holding a waste paper with wrong questions in his hand, and happened to pass by him. The former glanced at the boy's immobile feet in doubt, and walked into the logistics department without paying much attention.

When he came to the only shredder in the logistics department, the male teacher put in the paper familiarly and pressed the start button.

A tremor much stronger than usual came from the shredder, and he slammed his fist on it, causing the machine to pause and spit out a pile of shredded paper.

The young male teacher twisted up a piece of paper and stared at it in the sunlight. The dragon-like face of the paper made his eyes look like fighting cocks, but there was an incredible smirk on his face. He stood up, pulled off the tie around his neck, raised his hands high and shouted: "... Internal force, I really have internal force!"