National School Prince is a Girl - V1C10






Chapter 10: Counter-Hacking



Nothing was visible there except a ballpoint pen.

The English teacher narrowed her eyes, feeling deceived by a student named Jiang Feiyang. Fu Jiu flashed an innocent look, her dazzling handsomeness on full display. Seeing this, the English teacher's anger flared as she turned toward Jiang Feiyang. "Not only do you not pay attention in class, but you’re also trying to make others take the blame for you? Get out right now!"

Jiang Feiyang was baffled at how he had ended up in such a situation. That little wuss is just playing games, for goodness’ sake! How could he have acted so quickly? And… that was clearly Young Master Qin's in-game name, wasn’t it? Am I mistaken?

After sending the troublemaker away, Fu Jiu lowered her head and pulled out her tablet again. But the frustrating part was that, after Jiang Feiyang's scream, she accidentally clicked the accept button.

Just as Fu Jiu was about to delete the contact, she noticed something, and her black pupils shrank. Then, a smile that was not quite one curved on her lips, I didn't expect someone to come hunting for me. Interesting.

While Fu Jiu spoke to herself, her fingers flew across the tablet, changing the page in an instant. The game disappeared, and all that remained were strings of code flooding the screen nonstop!

On the other end of the connection, a large figure known as Fatty was hitting the keyboard furiously, causing a rapid clatter. He then slammed his body on the desk, hitting it hard. "F*ck, he escaped!"

"What did you say? He escaped?" Coco asked, taking off his live-streaming headphones, ignoring the millions of fans tuning in. He turned, shock written across his face. "How did he escape from your grasp? You’re the top hacker in the nation, Fatty. Don’t joke; the captain is here!"

Fatty wiped the sweat from his brow, his eyes sparkling with exhilaration as he found himself in the presence of another master hacker. Ignoring Coco's puzzled look, he turned to Qin Mo, practically bouncing on the balls of his feet. “CEO Qin, you won’t believe where I found this guy! He’s absolutely phenomenal! At first, his reaction was a bit sluggish—he didn’t even notice me sneaking in until it was almost too late. But once he did, he launched into action with a fierce intensity. I’m talking about hundreds of thousands of fake internet IDs being generated in an instant, completely camouflaging his real data. It was like watching a magician at work! And as if that wasn't impressive enough, he managed to implant a non-decodable virus on my computer while simultaneously erasing every trace of his intrusion! It was incredible—absolutely mind-blowing! I have a strong suspicion that his computer isn’t even that high-spec; otherwise, I'm not sure I would have been able to breach his external defenses either.”

Coco, still grappling with the whirlwind of Fatty's explanation, interjected with a hint of frustration, “Wait a minute, Fatty! First things first—what’s going on with my computer? Why is the screen completely black?” He bit down on the ear of a plush rabbit, unsure whether to be more confused or annoyed by Fatty's enthusiastic chatter.

Fatty paused for a brief moment, letting out an involuntary "oh" as he pieced together the situation. “Well, the truth is, your computer has been compromised. The opponent managed to install a virus, and I unfortunately can’t decode it.”

The corner of Coco's mouth twitched in disbelief. “So, you’re telling me that not only did we totally botch the hack, but he also somehow managed to destroy my computer in the process?”

“Yeah, you could put it that way,” Fatty replied, stroking his chin thoughtfully, considering the implications of what had just transpired.

Coco couldn't help but think to himself, Why are you acting so smug about this? Are you genuinely proud that we got counter-hacked?

Meanwhile, Qin Mo observed the unfolding events with an air of calm and composure. He methodically placed his company documents aside before casually crossing his long legs, his posture exuding confidence. The sharp contours of his jawline formed a sleek and assertive line as he addressed them with focus. “Now, let’s discuss the external environment that you attempted to infiltrate.”

Fatty’s eyes glimmered with mischief as he responded, “Hey, CEO Qin is just brilliant; he always gets right to the crux of the matter!” He shifted with excitement, unable to contain himself. “I’ve managed to lock onto his general location—believe it or not, he’s right here in this very school!”

The revelation hung in the air.