Madam, Your Sockpuppet is Lost Again!

A truly skilled hacker lives in the simple language, and is frightening at the high-level that ordinary people can't reach.

Q.

A code name, unknown gender, unknown name, unknown age, unknown appearance.

Three months ago, seven college students lost contact in a foreign country, and the embassy communicated about the foreign location. Because of the satellites involved in the military field, the inquiry was unsuccessful.

It caused an uproar in China, and there were countless crusades on the Internet.

When the embassy members were at a loss, a hacker turned up and hacked the satellite system of the country's military defense.

There is very little information, and the people at the embassy only see the code "Q" at the end.

A civilian hacker who has never appeared at the Black Hat Conference, because of this action, was immediately capped, and he was as famous as the top five hackers in the hacking world.

Targeted by Interpol.

Since then, the code name Q has become popular in China, and it is almost a mysterious endorsement, known as the godfather of contemporary hackers.

Because of this incident, the score line of the domestic computer department is terrifyingly high this year.

There are too many versions of the legend of the man Q, but no one has ever been able to find any clues.

Qin Ran didn't raise her head, no outsiders were around, she was arrogant and casual, her legs were loosely draped, and under the light, the hand holding the towel was cold and white, "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, paused, and said before Qin Ran reached out and clicked the link: "Xiao Ran'er, what are you doing now? The situation is dangerous."

**

It's night, Hengchuan No.1 Middle School.

In the medical room, the lighting is very soft.

The girl sat opposite the doctor with one hand covering her left face, her expression sullen.

"Painkillers and metronidazole files can only relieve toothache. I'll have to go to the big hospital tomorrow," the young man was sitting on a chair, holding two boxes of medicines in one hand, and writing a list for the girl in the other, "I'll write a list, Ask your head teacher for leave tomorrow."

Under the light, the light refracted by the ear stud on the left ear was bright and cold.

The young man has delicate eyebrows, and his hair is coquettishly highlighted with a few strands of silver.

"Thank you." The girl glanced at him gratefully after brushing her campus card, but her expression was still depressed because of the toothache.

The young man waved his hand and said it was okay, dropped the pen, turned his head and looked behind him, "Master Jun."

The girl turned around, and when she turned sideways, she saw the sofa in the corner from the corner of her eye.

There is a hand on the side of the sofa, the fingers hang naturally, the joints are distinct, slender and well-proportioned.

Very artistic hand.

The hand moved, and then a bunch of keys smashed into the face of the young man with earrings.

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 in a row, and was very sleepy. He stretched out his hand and tore off the blanket covering him slightly impatiently.

Because he had just woken up, his voice was still a little sleepy and hoarse.

She stood up with one hand on the side of the sofa, her beautiful fingers sinking into the soft sofa cushions.

A black shirt with rolled up cuffs, revealing half of his wrist.

He stood there for a few seconds before he raised his head lazily, the end of his slightly raised eyes was a little cold, his eyes were thick and black, and the shape of his eyes was too good-looking.

Like a white rose at dawn.

He narrowed his eyes, nodded, and said lightly, "Go back."

The young man immediately walked in front, respectfully.

The Cheng family's Lord Jun, the demon king of the imperial capital.

He started his business at the age of 16, and half of the company was lost to his sister. Now the company is one of the top five companies in China.

When I was seventeen, I had a whim to study robots with a group of people, and now this robot is in the International Exhibition Hall.

When I was eighteen, I went to be a small police officer again.

...

At the age of 21, he was the chief surgeon of the Second Hospital of the Imperial Capital.

However, his doctor is different from others. He has one operation a month, but his operation is still priceless.

For no other reason, because his hands are called "Hands of God".

Right now, he is a good emperor, and he has come to an ordinary school as a school doctor, but his school doctor is different from others. He brought an assistant.

Every day work is done by assistants.

He is obviously a descendant of an aristocratic family, but in the end, he does not join the army, politics, or business, and he does not go to classes after hanging up a name in a foreign university.

Unlike other children of aristocratic families, his mediocrity and lack of progress seem to be a bit too much.

Unexpectedly, this Lord Jun is in the imperial capital, and anyone else will be terrified to mention a word.

Because he is the old son of the old man of the Cheng family, and the old man pets him.

Some people in the imperial capital, including the Cheng family, don't understand, this old man has been strict for most of his life, how can he end up being so fond of such a son who has done nothing.

"pat"--

The door to the school doctor's room is locked.

The girl was holding the medicine in her hand, froze in place, and didn't respond.

After a long while, when the black figure could no longer be seen, she reacted and covered her left face with a "hiss".

It hurts!

**

The next day, early in the morning.

Qin Ran went downstairs to eat, her body was full of low pressure and her face was expressionless.

She got up gas, very serious.

"Assistant Chen will take you to No. 1 Middle School later," Ning Qingjiang put down the chopsticks in her hand and raised her head, "I have an appointment with an expert to see your grandma."

When Qin Yu started school earlier, Ning Qing personally sent it, but now she can't afford to lose this person.

In the future, Ning Qing gritted her teeth as she had to deal with the relatives of the Lin family who were watching the fun.

She only hated Qin Ran for not being able to live up to her expectations, not much to say, as long as she had Qin Yu's share, she would be satisfied.

Lin Qi walked over from the living room with the newspaper in one hand and the phone in the other.

Ning Qing asked him what was wrong.

Lin Qi looked embarrassed, "It's Ran Ran's business." He looked at Qin Ran and said apologetically, "Uncle, I'm sorry, Director Ding just replied, saying that you probably won't be able to get into No. 1 Middle School."

Ning Qing squeezed her fingers tightly, Lin Qi's words made her a little embarrassed.

After Qin Yu finished drinking the milk, she took the bag that Mrs. Zhang handed to her. When she stood up, she tilted her head and asked Lin Qi, "Dad, the No. 1 middle school is very good, why can't my sister get in?"

She tilted her head slightly, very good-looking and good-looking, and her tone was puzzled.

Ning Qing's fingers were trembling, and the servants around her were looking at her strangely.

"Go to class first, you're going to be late." Lin Qi raised his head and looked at Qin Yu with a slightly helpless gaze.

Turning to look at Qin Ran, who was biting the fried dough stick with Erlang's legs crossed, "Uncle is wrong about this. Wende High School's teachers are not bad compared to No. 1 Middle School, Yu'er, right?"

Qin Yu couldn't help laughing, then nodded, and was about to go out after taking the bag.

Qin Ran was very angry when she got up. The good thing was that she wouldn't lose her temper.

She lowered her head, biting fritters in her mouth, and her eyelashes were so long that they covered those beautiful eyes.

"Well, don't bother you, uncle," she poked at the porridge in the bowl with her other hand, and she raised her eyes lazily, clearly with a restrained expression, but with a wild, unconcerned expression. "I have a recommendation letter from the principal of a middle school."