Fox in the Penalty Area

"It's over, it's over..."

When he walked into the classroom, Hu Lai muttered something, with a sad expression on his face.

He was very upset that he didn't play the game last night, but now he can't take care of it anymore, because when he woke up, he realized a very serious problem-all his facial data yesterday were collected by that game, Then the game disappeared, so could it be some hacker's Trojan horse program? To collect facial data of a kind person like him who is easy to trust others?

In this era where you can pay by swiping your face, facial data is as important as fingerprints and bank passwords.

Will that mysterious hacker or organization use his facial data to steal his property?

How can I be so stupid to believe that there are really games that can use 3D scanning technology to model?

If there is such a powerful game, why is there no news about it on the Internet? Why is there no review in the app store?

So this is simply a Trojan horse program!

"It's over, it's over..."

Hu Lai, who was sitting in his seat, didn't have the mind to pack his schoolbag at all, but looked straight at the table and murmured.

He began to worry about the money in his WeChat coin purse, which was the hard-earned money he had saved from earning red envelopes in class groups and relative groups.

"What's the end?" Sitting next to Hu Lai, the fat man who bumped into him yesterday asked curiously. "Hu Lai, are you in trouble again?"

Hu Lai turned to look at his deskmate after hearing the sound: "Hey, Fatty Song, let me ask you something... If your fingerprint or password is leaked, are you afraid that the money in your WeChat and Alipay will be stolen?"

Fatty Song nodded seriously: "Of course I'm afraid!"

Hu Lai pointed at himself.

"what?"

"I, my password was stolen."

Fatty Song's expression softened: "Hey, yours...then don't worry, you don't even have 50 yuan in Alipay and WeChat, even if your password is stolen, the hacker probably saw you. Your assets will be ruined by you, maybe someone will give you another ten yuan because of their compassion? Didn’t you make money?”

Hu Lai was angry: "What do you mean? You look down on me? What's wrong with forty-eight seven cents? No matter how small a mosquito is, it's still meat! Every time I give you a red envelope if you have the ability, don't snatch it!"

"Don't mention that you give out red envelopes, you get a hundred for just one yuan...Damn it, there are not fifty people in the class group, and you can get at least fifty-four cents back by sending out red envelopes!"

"Then don't grab it! Every time you are the first to grab it!"

"Aren't my hands fast enough?"

"Come on, hurry up, hurry up, shooter, hurry up!"

The two were arguing, and a group of boys walked in from outside the classroom, one of them was Luo Kai, surrounded by several boys, they were discussing the football game this morning enthusiastically.

"Caesar completed another hat-trick! Really amazing!"

"Yes, yes, your uncle is still your uncle, you really deserve to be the 'Caesar' Caesar!"

"That free kick was amazing! Before kicking it, Caesar pointed to the upper right corner of the goal, and he kicked the football into the goal from there! The goal preview is really cool!"

"What the Emperor's sword points to, is invincible!"

"The celebration of turning up the collar after the goal is also as domineering as ever!"

"Hey, don't you think Brother Kai actually looks like the Great Emperor?"

"That's true, Brother Kai and Caesar both have the word 'Kai'!"

Amid everyone's flattery, Luo Kai did not open his mouth to refute, but always maintained a smile that could make the girls blush.

Obviously such flattery has served him well.

Of course, he didn't turn up his collar at this time like Caesar did, because the collar of his school uniform was always turned up.

Just when Luo Kai was full of ambition, there was a piercing voice: "Where did this Caesar come from?"

The flattery stopped abruptly, and everyone turned their attention to the source of the sound—Hu Lai was slightly looking up at them as they came in from the back door.

"Hu Lai, what are you talking about?" The boy who didn't want to be Hu Lai's father yesterday glared at him. He felt that Hu Lai was deliberately against Brother Kai.

However, Hu Lai asked with a puzzled look: "I remember you said that Luo Kai is very similar to Ronaldo? The reason is that both surnames are Luo, why did he suddenly become like Caesar? Isn't Caesar the Roman emperor? He crossed Reborn? Can you still play football?"

The boy frowned and said, "What the hell is Shiro?"

"It's not Ciro, it's Ronaldo, Cristiano Ronaldo. Li Zhiqun, you don't even know Ronaldo, what kind of fan are you?" Hu Lai's sincere expression made people wonder if he was serious about asking questions, or She was satirizing Li Zhiqun.

"You don't even know about Caesar, how dare you say me?" Li Zhiqun asked back.

Hu Lai smiled confidently: "It's boring to argue, Li Zhiqun. Ask everyone, is there more people who know Ronaldo, or more people who know about Caesar. Speaking of the emperor, I do know the appearance of a player. The nickname is this, but this nickname is not a good one at the beginning..."

Before Hu Lai could finish speaking, he heard a burst of laughter from the opposite crowd.

"I said, Li Zhiqun, what are you and Hu Lai with the same knowledge? He lives up to his name." Some of the companions said with a smile.

"That's right!" Someone in the crowd pointed to his head, implying that Hu Lai had a problem with his brain.

"I don't know what stimulated Hu Lai today..."

"His account has been hacked!" Fatty Song, who was sitting next to Hu Lai, raised his hand.

"No wonder, no wonder! The loss must be not small, right? I'm so heartbroken to lose fifty yuan!"

"What nonsense? How can there be fifty dollars?"

"I understand Hu Lai, everyone should stop irritating him, or Hu Lai will go crazy! Let me tell you, even Hu Lai is afraid of him when he comes up!"

"Hahaha!" There was another burst of laughter, and everyone surrounded Luo Kai and walked away.

Hu Lai turned his head and glared at the tablemate, then muttered, "How could it be possible that Ronaldo doesn't even know about it? What's the point of making an argument?"

Fatty Song, who heard his words, looked at Hu Lai seriously: "Hey, Hu Lai, it's only fifty yuan. You won't be really mad, right?"

"What are you doing!" Hu Lai said in a bad tone, "You kid actually betrayed me just now, I want to break up with you..."

"No, who is Ronaldo you've been talking about since just now?" Fatty Song asked suspiciously.

Hu Lai was very sad and indignant: "You and them are also in the same group? Ronaldo! Cristiano Ronaldo! Real Madrid's number 7, who is also known as the 'peerless double pride' with Messi, don't you know?"

Fatty Song was even more confused: "What is Real Madrid? Who is Messi?"

Hu Lai opened his mouth to retort, but when he saw Fatty Song's appearance, he was stunned again, thinking that he couldn't see that Fatty Song's doubts seemed to be faking.

So he asked cautiously: "You really don't know who Messi is? Lionel Messi, the Argentine superstar, the successor of Maradona, the real boss of the Barcelona club..."

As a result, Fatty Song asked more questions: "Who is Maradona? I know Barcelona, ​​the second largest city in Spain, but what is Barcelona Club? And you are so funny, Hu Lai, how does it feel to introduce someone to Quanyou?" There is a number in it, and a bunch of titles..."

"You know Quan You already, but you don't know about Messi and Ronaldo? You don't know about Maradona?" Hu Lai reached out and pinched Fatty Song's plump arm.

Fatty Song let out a scream, which attracted the gazes of the people around him. After seeing that it was Hu Lai's deskmate, they looked away without any surprise.

"Why are you messing around!" Fatty Song said dissatisfiedly, rubbing the pinched red spot.

"Let's see if I'm dreaming."

"Then you pinch yourself!"

"pain."

"You know it hurts too!" Fatty Song turned around angrily, ignoring Hu Lai.

As for Hu Lai, he looked down at his thigh, hesitated for a moment, and stretched out his hand to pinch it.

Then...

"Hiss—!" He gasped and lay down on the table in pain.

It hurts so much! I'm not dreaming!

They really don't know who Ronaldo and Messi are? !

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