Redemption from the Abyss: The School Beauty Insists on Pulling Me Out of the Mire

Chapter 39 Counterattack

Gu Yan, who was sitting to the side and in front of him, caught a glimpse of this scene out of the corner of his eye while stretching.

Gu Yan couldn't suppress the mocking smile on his lips.

"Tianlong Group's technology department is indeed reliable," he thought to himself.

This level of memory lock-up is a logic bomb written in the underlying driver, and it cannot be unlocked unless the system is reinstalled.

The competition rules clearly state that no time will be added for time lost due to equipment failure.

Xie Wang, you're doomed.

Gu Yan withdrew his gaze, no longer paying attention to the "dead person" behind him, and continued typing his code with a cheerful mood.

However, he had no idea what Xie Wang was thinking at that moment.

Xie Wang leaned back in his chair, staring at the endless loop interface. Instead of the panic Gu Yan had expected, a bloodthirsty excitement flashed in his eyes.

"Is that all, Young Master Gu?"

Are you insulting my technology, or are you insulting your own company's firewall?

Since you've opened the back door, I'll just come in without any hesitation.

They started to fight back.

Xie Wang sat up straight and his left hand swiftly swept across the edge of the keyboard.

Ctrl+Alt+F1.

Force a switch to the Linux low-level command-line mode.

The previously frozen graphical interface vanished instantly, replaced by a black screen and lines of white code jumping around.

Xie Wang's fingers blurred into afterimages, the tapping sounds as dense as a torrential rain.

top -o %MEM

Enter the command and press Enter.

The current process list instantly popped up on the screen. A process disguised as a system service, sys_daemon_x, was devouring all the memory resources like a greedy beast.

"Got you?"

Xie Wang sneered.

kill -9 [PID]

Physical strangulation.

The malicious process was forcibly terminated instantly, and the memory usage plummeted, instantly returning to a healthy 15%.

But it's not over yet.

Xie Wang didn't rush to switch back to the exam interface.

Since we're here, how can we not leave a "gift"?

His fingers flew across the keyboard as he used the attack data packets he had just captured to trace back to the source of the regional network—the competition server built by the Tianlong Group, the sponsor.

He quickly wrote a shell script of less than 50 lines.

This piece of code is extremely small and very well hidden, like a ghost.

It disguises itself as an ordinary log file, follows the data upload channel, and silently infiltrates the core of Tianlong Group's servers, where it takes root and lies dormant.

Payload Injected.

"From now on, your database will be my backyard."

Xie Wang pressed the last Enter key.

startx

The graphical interface restarted.

The computer instantly returned to normal operation, and because he had just optimized the compiler kernel, it was now running more than twice as fast as before.

15:00. Crisis resolved.

Xie Wang stretched his neck and switched back to focused problem-solving mode.

Open the final exam question package.

The more he did it, the more he felt something was wrong.

difficult.

Extremely difficult.

The first few questions were just appetizers; what follows is the real hell.

Problem 8: Combining dynamic programming and graph theory for ultra-large-scale data. The data volume reaches tens of millions, and ordinary algorithms would not be able to finish running even in ten thousand years.

Question 9: A variant of the Byzantine Generals Problem in distributed systems.

Problem 10: Approximate algorithm for solving the nondeterministic polynomial (NP) problem.

This kind of problem usually only appears in the ACM International Collegiate Finals, and should never appear in the national competition for high school students.

The atmosphere in the computer room was extremely oppressive.

Xie Wang caught a glimpse of the boy on the left, who was already in despair, clutching his head and looking utterly hopeless; the girl on the right was sweating profusely, her hands trembling so much that she couldn't even type accurately, and her eyes were red-rimmed.

Even Gu Yan in the front row had his back stiffen. He had to stop and bite his pen every few lines of code, clearly stuck in his thoughts, with fine beads of sweat on his forehead.

Only Xie Wang.

At that moment, his brain seemed to transform into a sophisticated supercomputer.

"Optimize the state transition equation...use a segment tree."

"For question 10, a greedy algorithm won't work; we need to use the simulated annealing algorithm..."

Da da da da.

Xie Wang's keyboard clicks rang out again, rhythmic, fast, and continuous.

Sweat trickled down his temples, but he was completely unaware.

This problem, which almost no one at his age could solve, is being gradually dismantled, reassembled, and conquered by him.

15: 50.

There are 40 minutes left in the exam.

Xie Wang typed the last line of code and clicked "Compile and Run".

Xie Wang let out a long breath, leaned back in his chair, and felt his fingers were slightly sore and numb from exerting too much force.

He glanced at Gu Yan, who was still struggling with the seventh question, sneered, clicked submit, and got up to leave.

……

Outside the examination hall, along the Ginkgo Avenue.

In late autumn, the capital city is covered in golden hues.

The afternoon sun at four o'clock slanted down, gilding the ancient avenue with a gentle golden edge.

Su Qinghe was standing under a huge ginkgo tree.

She was wearing that white windbreaker, her hands in her pockets, idly kicking at the fallen leaves on the ground with her toes.

She was surrounded by anxious parents and teachers, creating a noisy scene, but she stood there like a still ink painting, radiating an aura of tranquility.

Upon hearing footsteps, she immediately looked up.

Seeing Xie Wang walking towards them against the light, the wind blowing the stray hairs on his forehead, his angular face showed some fatigue from just finishing a battle, but even more so a calm and composed demeanor.

Su Qinghe walked over quickly and handed him a cup of hot Americano that she had been holding close to her hand:

"Here you go, it's still warm."

Xie Wang took the coffee, tilted his head back and took a big gulp. The bitter, scalding liquid slid down his throat, completely relaxing his tense nerves.

"Aren't you going to ask me how I did on the exam?" He raised an eyebrow, looking at Su Qinghe.

"Look at the way you walk with that confident stride, do I even need to ask?"

Su Qinghe reached out and plucked a ginkgo leaf off his collar, her tone firm:

"Was that the first one to come out?"

"Hmm." Xie Wang smiled. "It's hell mode inside right now."

Gu Yan is still scratching his head; I think his hairline is receding.

Su Qinghe couldn't help but smile, his eyes filled with pride.

Just then, Teacher Li came running over, panting:

"Xie Wang! Qinghe! Oh dear, what are you all doing here?"

Teacher Li took a breath before loudly announcing:

"The results won't be released until noon the day after tomorrow!"

Teacher Li wiped his sweat, waved his hand, and appeared exceptionally open-minded:

"You guys must be exhausted from these two weeks of intensive training. Since you're free tomorrow, why not take some time to explore Beijing and relax? I also need to visit a few old classmates. Make your own arrangements, just don't go too far and be careful!"

tomorrow…….

His fingers tightened unconsciously around the coffee cup.

Unexpectedly, even God was on his side.

A whole day.

In Beijing, a city full of stories.

He turned to look at Su Qinghe beside him.

Su Qinghe was looking down at the fallen leaves at his feet, seemingly pondering where to read tomorrow.

Sunlight fell on her profile, highlighting her long eyelashes and breathtaking beauty.

Xie Wang's Adam's apple bobbed.

Now that the gold medal is secured, it's time to put another, more important thing on the agenda.

He didn't want to be his deskmate or his teammate anymore.

He wants recognition and status.