I was exposed for adding my female boss to my group of female friends.

"How could you say that? He's so busy with work, even just stating his name is a waste of his precious time. Can't you just listen to me..."

Inviting a god is easy, but sending him away is difficult. The young girl went to great lengths to finally drive her mother out of her territory.

When she turned her computer back on, she was shocked to see the shadow of her failure on the screen.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah!"

That night, the girl tasted failure for the first time. She couldn't remember what the lychees tasted like that night, but the terrible mood she felt that night remained vivid in her memory even ten years later.

Or rather, it remains fresh and relevant over time.

On her computer desktop, a newly created document that she hadn't created herself was brazenly sitting in the middle of the screen, which looked quite infuriating.

The document content is also very simple, containing only this one paragraph:

"It seems to be nothing special."

——X”

……

Chapter 367 You're a Pig

The hacking skills Chen Ya received from the system were not like Wu Yazi imparting his skills to Xu Zhu, where he instantly understood everything.

What the system bestowed upon him was more like a talent for instant learning, a kind of epiphany.

He can achieve breakthroughs in a short period of time, attaining what others can only achieve through great hardship.

So if we answer honestly what Chen Ya did yesterday... he was studying.

Starting with learning Kali Linux, and progressing to Metasploit penetration testing, injection vulnerability exploitation, setting up vulnerability testing ranges, password cracking, trace erasure, intrusion reconnaissance, reverse engineering...

Y's intrusion provided him with a perfect test paper, and his learning goals became clear.

At the end of the day, successfully locating the other party and leaving that document on their screen can be considered a small "in-class test" of what was learned today.

Of course, this is the limit.

He couldn't find out the other person's exact identity, nor could he locate them, and he had no idea what information Y had obtained from his computer.

Ultimately, Chen Ya did not intend to make a name for himself in cybersecurity technology; his ultimate goal in doing all this was "social engineering."

Leaving that message for Y was simply a way of hoping to get in touch with her.

Judging from what Ishikawa Takashi said, the mysterious Y is probably not a thug hired by the rival. Perhaps we can learn some urgently needed information from him.

Lu Keke looked Chen Ya up and down, feeling that he was acting a bit mysteriously.

I checked in, took the elevator downstairs, passed through the desolate lobby, walked out the door, and onto the slightly chilly streets in the evening.

Chen Ya remained silent throughout the entire process.

Previously, Lu Keke felt awkward talking, but now that they've become more familiar, she feels a little awkward not talking, so she casually asked:

"You live alone?"

"I guess you could say I live alone," Chen Ya said.

“Yes or no, what do you mean by ‘it’?” Lu Keke tilted her head.

Chen Ya smiled wryly. Nominally, he lived alone, but in reality, Lu Ai'ai was also living there.

But can I say that?

"You're not a local from Beijing, are you?" Lu Keke asked.

"No."

"Oh, I see." Lu Keke clapped her hands. "So you live with your family? Your parents?"

"No. My mother is in my hometown."

After Chen Ya finished speaking casually, Lu Keke, unaware of the danger of the question, continued to ask, "What about your dad?"

"I don't have a father."

"Oh……"

Lu Keke quietly stuck out her tongue.

"Sorry!"

"nothing."

That's just Lu Keke's personality. Any trigger points? Just go through them first, then apologize. It's okay.

Anyway, as long as you have thick skin, you won't get burned.

“Well,” Lu Keke said, “I’m starting my freshman year this fall, in Beijing…”

Chen Ya paused in his tracks: "You haven't gone to university yet?"

Lu Keke turned to look at him, somewhat surprised:

"Huh? You just found out? You must not watch my videos, you're not a fan."

"Then you just graduated from high school?"

"correct."

Chen Ya looked Lu Keke up and down. Beautiful blonde hair, brightly colored fingernails, a super short schoolgirl skirt, and white socks peeking out from her leather shoes...

He doesn't look like a high school student at all.

Lu Keke also noticed Chen Ya's gaze and smiled sweetly:

"My makeup is great, right? You can't tell my age at all. My hair and nails are freshly done; they were really messy in high school."

After finishing speaking, Lu Keke paused, then added:

"Oh, then you shouldn't watch my old videos. I still want to leave you with this image of me now."

"Don't worry, I won't watch it. I'm not interested," Chen Ya said.

Lu Keke puffed out her cheeks angrily, like a pufferfish.

"What will you do after you go to university?" Chen Ya asked.

He immediately regretted not asking about the woman's background. If he had known she was still studying, he wouldn't have let her take on such an important position.

“I didn’t go to the kind of school my sister went to. I just went to a lousy, second-rate school, and I just wanted to get a diploma.” Lu Keke said, “Don’t worry, I will always prioritize my work.”

Chen Ya frowned: "You still have to study hard when you're in school..."

Lu Keke looked at him in surprise: "It's amazing, the first person to say something like that to me is actually my boss."

"what?"

“My family has never said anything like that to me,” Lu Keke said, looking at the end of the road. “You don’t know my family’s values. ‘It’s a waste for girls to go to school. Making money as early as possible is the best way.’”

"..."

Chen Ya found it hard to believe that parents with such ideas still existed in this day and age.

However, this guy who dropped out of junior high school wasn't much better, so he really had no right to advise Lu Keke to study hard.

If people familiar with his life trajectory, such as Jiang Xinhai, knew that he earnestly taught and encouraged people to go to school, "Ya Zi's encouragement to study" would probably become a famous anecdote.

Soon, the ride-hailing car arrived, and the two stopped talking after getting in.

After Chen Ya got off the bus, he realized that he had forgotten to ask for Ke Ke's name again.

Fortunately, he has already mentally accepted it.

It doesn't matter whether I ask or not.

As soon as he opened the door after getting home, a body wrapped in a bath towel and covered in water bumped into him like a car.

"What are you doing? Ouch..." Chen Ya made Xiao Heizi's voice.

Upon closer inspection, Chen Ya realized he couldn't bear to look, so he grabbed a wad of sheets from the sofa and threw it at Lu Aiai.

"Can't you be a little more considerate? This is my house!"

The girl waved her arms wildly in the air for a long time before finally pulling the sheet off her head, revealing an excited, slightly flushed face:

"Success! We have found a suitable superconducting material! It's still lutetium nitrogen hydrogen, but with a different composition!"

"Really?" Chen Ya was also overjoyed and genuinely happy.

"However, it is not very stable yet and requires a long period of debugging and exploration. The goal is to make it ready for direct commercial use."

Chen Ya solemnly pointed out: "The academic circle is very murky now. Keep the results to yourself and publish them only after everything is complete."

"Of course. And although we've succeeded, it's not a complete success yet. There are still some challenges to overcome. Come to my lab later, and I'll show you the latest findings."

Lu Aiai, wrapped in a blanket, sat down next to Chen Ya, her warm body feeling incredibly soft.

Chen Ya couldn't help but start to have wild thoughts. Could it be that she was here to celebrate with him because she had taken a solid little step on the road to success?

Research is stressful, and it's normal to need to relieve stress in this way...

"So, what does this have to do with you running around wearing only a bath towel and having nothing but white legs?"

Lu Aiai turned around and glanced at him with tears in her eyes.

"The automatic clothes drying rack is broken."

"what?"

"I didn't break it," Lu Aiai quickly said. "I just tugged at it and it fell down completely. It's not my fault."

"Generally speaking... this is called 'you broke it'!"

"Wearing just a bath towel is very comfortable, and there's nothing inconvenient about it."

"Then please wear this to school tomorrow."

"..."

"What are you thinking? You're not really considering it, are you? I was just joking!"

……

The "TianZheng" online forum is a niche hobby-oriented forum website, and its server scale is nowhere near that of any other internet forum.

This forum has no desire to expand and has maintained a relatively low user base for a long time.

It was this laid-back approach to operation that enabled the forum to generate over a billion yuan in revenue last year.

The reason is simple: although the website is simple, the people on it are not.

This website is full of people involved in cybersecurity, including technical staff from major IT companies, active hackers, bosses who post tasks and commissions, and intermediaries.

Y is a highly sought-after figure on this website.

[I'll pay Y a hefty sum to try and break through my defenses; I'll bet 20 tokens.]

How far is Y from becoming the hacker god Markus?

[An objective evaluation of Y's tactical approach and overall skill level in hacking Mitlab.]

……

In the forum, Y has already subtly become a major source of traffic.

There's a classic saying in the internet age: Online, nobody knows you're a dog.

That's how the internet works; everyone can access the internet via wired connection, and no one knows who's sitting on the other end of the connection.

If Y, who is famous on the "Zenith" forum, were to shed the veil of mystery surrounding her online persona and allow people to observe her life in reality, it would be a complete surprise to everyone.

I arrived at school an hour early in the morning to copy homework.

During morning self-study, help the teacher collect homework.

During class, I drifted off into a sweet dream.

At noon, I ate the lunchbox brought by the maid and went for some fresh air on the rooftop.

A gentle breeze swept across the playground, ruffling her hair, making her seem to glow.

Y is a girl. She is currently in junior high school.

The high-achieving classmates looked down on her, and the class monitor earnestly tried to persuade her to use her intelligence for something "good." Every now and then, she received love letters from various parties...