Bit Mania [Hacking]

Zixin couldn't help stretching out his hand to tease it. His long, white fingers carefully touched the back of the fat pigeon. The soft feathers that belonged to small animals warmed someone's heart. Xin, and continued to peck at its bread crumbs, it seemed that in the eyes of the old man, only food was the thing worthy of attention.

Soon the crumbs were picked up by the pigeons. The plump body of the fat pigeon jumped a few times on the window frame. It seemed that it was not full yet, but seeing that there was nothing left, it flapped its wings and followed the path it came from through the open window. flew out.

From the time it arrived until it flew away without hesitation, only a few minutes passed, and Zixin returned to the miserable situation of being punished to stand alone.

It’s good to be a pigeon, to be free, to go wherever you want, unlike yourself, who was punished to stand in class, and even blocked from surfing the Internet, and a pigeon, you only need to open a window for it...

and many more!

He paused, fell into deep thought, and after a while, his brows and eyes widened. He finally thought of a way to deal with the firewall. He wrote a remote control program that starts in a hidden way. Install it on a certain server by rebounding the port, and as a backdoor program that can run independently, it will allow him to successfully log in to the city government system!

This pigeon must be small enough to replace Zixin's bulky machine, so that it can squeeze in and out of the "window" of the city hall freely; similarly, the program must be added with an anti-kill code to avoid Qi Xingchu's scanning, once infiltrated Go in, realize terminal control from the inside, and the firewall is meaningless.

Zixin looked around, stood on tiptoe and breathed at the window, quickly wrote down the calculation process with his fingers on the condensed white mist, analyzed the structure of the government system, and located the domain name server for his pigeons to invade.

He completely forgot the fact that he was in the corridor of the school and was being punished by the teacher to stand. He devoted all his attention to the construction of the software until he wrote the last character. Zixin read through the program with satisfaction. The little thing that inspired him, he also specially drew a simple pigeon at the end.

Before Fat Pigeon finished his last stroke, the Chinese teacher roared angrily from behind: "Luo Zixin! You are making trouble again!"

The boy turned his head in horror, and the adult figure shrouded his thin body in the dark shadow. He heard the words squeezed out between the teacher's teeth: "Follow, I, go, meet, teach, guide, master ,appoint!"

……

"Academician Song, we are extremely honored to invite a great scientist like you to our school. Come, please come here." A group of senior academic staff in suits and leather shoes walked in the corridor, including the principal and vice president, who were surrounding a The gray old man cleared the way for the old man respectfully.

The old man known as Academician Song twirled his beard with a smile: "Huanjiang Middle School has a long history, and I once graduated from here too... It's really nostalgic."

"We Huanjiang Middle School are proud of you!" the teachers echoed.

A well-qualified English teacher came up to him and carefully said beside him: "Academician, you are the first batch of high-achieving students who have studied abroad. You speak authentic Mi-English and were also eloquent during your studies. It just so happened that we The school's English debate team is going to participate in the competition in a few days, can you give me some credit and give the students some advice?" She said respectful words, but there was a hint of showing off and pride on her face.

"Just right, I also want to see what the next generation of the motherland looks like."

"Please!" The teachers trotted a few steps and pushed open the door of the school's debate team lounge for him.

The students inside were already prepared and stood up to greet the old man respectfully.

Mr. Song's kind eyes fell on the junior high school students present, and he cleared his throat and asked, "Children, tell me, what is science?"

The students have long known that the old man is a scientist, so it is not surprising that they were asked this question. They immediately followed the answers they had prepared before and rushed to answer: "Science is the knowledge that describes the objective laws of things!"

"Science is the armed forces of the people!"

"Science is the primary productive force!"

"Science is what brings happiness and convenience to our lives!"

The old man listened to the children's answers and patted their heads lovingly.

Afterwards, he shared with the students some of his learning experience and anecdotes during his study and scientific research, and soon the group left the lounge with the students' welcome.

Mr. Song was surrounded by the teachers. Before leaving, he turned his head and looked into the room. Those students who were said to be the best students in the school were wiping the sweat off their faces with lingering fear, and looked relieved.He walked out of the room on crutches, but the emotions in his eyes flashed a faint disappointment and worry when no one noticed.

All the offices are located on the same floor. A group of people turned a corner and walked outside the teacher's office. At this time, the door of the Academic Affairs Office happened to be opened, and a liberal arts teacher grabbed a little boy's arm and walked in: "Let you Standing in the corridor as punishment, but you scribbled on the window for me, let me see how Director Chen will deal with you!"

The teacher heard footsteps behind him, turned around and saw a group of people coming towards him, and hurriedly pulled the child with a sad face to make way for them.

The academic teachers felt ashamed, and their faces were not very good-looking. Their fierce eyes were gouging out the thin and small child, making the boy almost bury his head in his chest.

Song Yubai saw it in his eyes and sighed: "Don't blame the child too much, it's okay to be lively at this age." After a pause, his eyes showed nostalgia: "I was also a little devil in the eyes of the teachers back then..."

"Mr. Song is too modest!" The teachers turned their faces and responded, walking down the steps he gave.

A group of people thought about their own thoughts, and soon came to the end, walked down the stairs, the headmaster glanced up, just in time to see the windowpane that was painted into a piece, sweat was seeping from his face, and his chubby body He immediately stood in front of Mr. Song: "Mr. Song, we have come to an end, come, come and rest in my office..."

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by the old man raising his hand. The old man was staring at the window glass, and unconsciously moved forward step by step. He was no longer young, and his eyes could not see clearly. The blurred window pane made the old man get closer and closer, and in the end he stuck his hands firmly on it, his lips trembling uncontrollably.

"Then, that student is so presumptuous, ha ha!" The teachers laughed forcefully, trying to erase the handwriting on the glass with their hands.

"Don't move!" Song Lao sternly shouted, the teaching staff shook their hands, and shrank back to the place tremblingly.

"Configure an ip.txt file to find IP information through the FTP space..." The old man read the program on the glass while muttering: "The virtual FTP server realizes intranet mapping...God..."

"This... was this written by the kid just now?!"

"It should be..." the teachers said guiltily, wishing to delay someone a hundred times.

Before the words fell, the old man was already trembling on crutches, running back with all his strength.

Seeing this situation, everyone was so frightened that their souls flew into the sky. If something happened to the old man here, it would be a shocking news for the whole country: "Old Song, old Song, don't worry! We will give you someone right away!" call over..."

The teachers wiped off their sweat, first pushed the old man onto the chair, breathed carefully, then swung their legs round and started looking for someone.

Soon, Luo Zixin appeared in front of Mr. Song tremblingly. The old man ran for a while and took a while to calm down. He asked, "My child, the thing on that windowpane...was written by you." ?”

When Zixin heard the words, four big characters immediately appeared in his mind: Dongchuang Incident.I have experienced being imprisoned and forced to write inventions. Although I usually behave like nothing, in my subconscious mind, I have always been afraid of snake bites, and I have been afraid of well ropes for ten years.With this layer of worries, how dare he reveal his differences easily, for fear of meeting a second Qin Yaode.

So the boy was silent for a while, and finally replied softly: "It's not me."

The Chinese teacher stood by and saw that Zixin refused to admit it, so he jumped up and scolded him.

Zi Xin shrank her neck and was scolded silently, but she gritted her teeth and refused to admit it.

The old man carefully looked at the boy in front of him. He was slim and fair, and he looked extremely innocent and pitiful under the condemnation of the teachers. He was just an ordinary junior high school student.He rubbed his wrinkled forehead and asked unwillingly, "Really?"

"not me……"

"Son, what is science?"

"Ah?" Zixin was taken aback for a moment, and then answered in a condescending manner, "Science is..."

"What is it?"

"Yes... yes..." Hesitation and hesitation flashed across the boy's face, but he never gave an answer.

Seeing his faltering, everyone present couldn't help shaking their heads, and the Chinese teacher yelled beside him: "Look at his appearance, this student fails every year in the exam, I suspect he is simply Intellect is flawed!..."

Seeing this, Mr. Song couldn't hide his disappointment in his heart, and waved his hand in despair to let Zixin leave.And he himself stood up slowly, walked outside on crutches, and didn't even notice that a shoe on his foot fell off.

The principals and teachers scrambled to surround him, concentrating their energy on the old man's face to observe his words, but no one noticed the shoe that was left behind.

Zixin stood in place and watched their leaving backs, feeling unspeakably frustrated in his heart.After a long time, when the surroundings returned to silence, he was about to leave silently, when he lowered his head and saw the old man's shoe on the ground.