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You must have a network tool that can completely hide yourself before you dare to search for information online.

This is not excessive caution, but rigorous logical reasoning.

First of all, it can be concluded that the so-called Special Affairs Management Bureau has existed for a long time. They are responsible for handling abnormal events and blocking news.

From their standpoint, network monitoring is undoubtedly a very important part.

Whether someone survives an abnormal event and tells the bizarre experience online; or someone is involved in an abnormality or disappears strangely, and his family members seek help online. It is worthy of the attention of the Special Affairs Bureau.

This means that all network platforms have been set up with detection systems.

Once words such as "Special Affairs Bureau", "Shadow World", "God's Evil" that should not appear, or pinyin abbreviations, are detected, they will be automatically reported.

First, it will be handed over to the AI ​​program or a dedicated person to check whether it is related to the abnormal event. Then it will be reviewed manually.

Even those input method software, document software, and network disk software are under surveillance, and there are sensitive words associated with each other.

This can be referred to mobile phone software. If you type something on the search engine and then open the online shopping platform, there is a high probability that related products will be pushed.

Li Sheng couldn't rely on the unprofessionalism of the Special Affairs Bureau.

He put the USB drive in his pocket and walked out of the cafeteria. After a few steps, he was stopped by a teacher, "Two students, can you help me move the books?"

"Oh, okay."

The person who spoke was the computer teacher, who Li Sheng knew. He immediately walked over and picked up a bundle of textbooks from the ground.

Ye Jiaying also walked over. She also picked up a bundle of books and smiled with her head tilted: "What a coincidence."

"Yes, what a coincidence."

Li Sheng nodded a little woodenly. Just when he wanted Ye Jiaying to put the books in his arms, he held back the words when he came to his mouth.

"Students, please move the books to the teaching and research room on the third floor of the Science and Technology Building. Thank you."

After the computer teacher finished speaking, he took out his buzzing mobile phone, answered the call, and went to chat with the school leaders.

"Let's go."

Ye Jiaying took a step, her plaid skirt swaying, exuding a faint lavender scent.

Li Sheng followed silently, and suddenly felt a little annoyed. Why didn't the school leaders make this tree-lined avenue with mottled shadows longer and more winding?

"Are you going to participate in this year's New Year's Day art performance?" Ye Jiaying asked with a smile. "I heard that you can play the guitar?"

She is the Chinese class representative and art committee member of the class. Planning the New Year's Day art performance is within her scope of responsibility.

"It's okay."

Li Sheng cleared his throat and pretended to be relaxed. Thanks to the chicken-baby education of his aunt and uncle, he took a lot of interest classes with his cousins ​​when he was a child, and playing guitar was one of the few amateur skills he had.

"Then, do you want to form a band?"

Ye Jiaying asked: "I can play the cello and drums, Han Letian can play the electronic keyboard, Mu Yulu can play the bass, and you are a guitarist."

"You can also play the drums?"

Li Sheng suppressed the excitement in his heart and asked knowingly.

Of course, he knew that the girl had learned musical instruments, and he had long known Ye Jiaying's birthday, her favorite music, her favorite movies, her favorite food, etc. through clues on QQ space and other social platforms.

"Yes, I'm pretty good at it."

Ye Jiaying laughed and said, "How about it, do you want to join?"

"Yes!"

Li Sheng nodded vigorously, his mind wandering uncontrollably.

On the noisy stage, he appeared in a black windbreaker and played the guitar coolly, attracting countless screams from the audience, making the whole audience excited.

The glow sticks waved by the enthusiastic audience formed a shining ocean, and Ye Jiaying, who was beating the drums behind him, looked at him with admiration.

Bang!

The dull sound interrupted Li Sheng's wild thoughts, and he subconsciously tilted his head, with the pain of being hit on his head.

A colorful Wilson basketball that cost at least 8,000 bounced off his forehead, bounced on the ground, and fell into the grass beside him.

"Sorry, buddy, it was an accident."

On the basketball court, a handsome guy wearing a Givenchy T-shirt and with a tall figure waved at him with a smile, "Are you okay?"

Luo Zhengxin, a student in Class 10 of Grade 2, runs a well-known cosmetics company at home. He is also handsome and plays as a forward in the school basketball team.

There is a long distance between the basketball court and the boulevard, and there is a row of trees in the middle to block it. How could it be such a coincidence that someone was hit.

It is probably because he made a heart shape with roses outside the school gate a few months ago, and publicly confessed to Ye Jiaying with great confidence, but was rejected by the latter.

"Hey, buddy, are you okay? Don't be stunned."

"You won't be hurt by being hit, right?"

"Brother, can you help me throw the ball over?"

On the basketball court, the teenagers who played basketball with Luo Zhengxin all spoke up to help. The boys and girls who were watching them play basketball on the sidelines also had a smiling expression, watching the excitement without minding the big deal.

"You're really sick."

Ye Jiaying frowned and cursed, put down the book, and rubbed Li Sheng's forehead with her hand, "How is it, does it hurt?"

The action seemed a bit intimate to others, but it froze the smile on Luo Zhengxin's face.

He shook his collar in a casual manner and turned out the platinum Saint Laurent pendant.

"Not bad."

Li Sheng, who cut his own throat last night, was not an honest man who would accept anything. He suddenly felt a nameless fire in his heart, but he still had a smile on his face.

He put down his textbook calmly, picked up the Wilson basketball and threw it, and said to Luo Zhengxin on the basketball court: "I threw it over, can you catch it?"

Luo Zhengxin grinned confidently, "You can throw it."

He was tall and straight, a head taller than Li Sheng, who was thin and looked like he didn't exercise much.

Luo Zhengxin had already begun to imagine in his mind how he should catch the basketball in a cool posture, turn around and jump shot, and hit the three-pointer.

Seeing that the other party was so optimistic, Li Sheng smiled slightly, held the basketball with five fingers of his right hand, and when he gently threw it out, he slightly rotated his fingertips.

The basketball fell into Luo Zhengxin's right palm at a slow speed. When the latter was about to hold the ball with both hands, he found that there was still a rotation force attached to the basketball.

"!!!"

His palm was unconsciously moved, and his wrist twisted back, hitting his face with the back of his hand.

Bang!

After a muffled sound, Luo Zhengxin's nose bled, his palm lost strength, and the basketball fell to the ground.

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The court was quiet. In the sight of others, Luo Zhengxin easily received the slow ball, and then suddenly hit his nose with the back of his hand, causing his nose to bleed.

It was still a scream from a girl on the sidelines that made everyone react, "Ah! Brother Zhengxin is bleeding from the nose!"

His playing partners and the audience on the sidelines surrounded him, asking him if it hurt, handing him water and paper, and helping him wipe the nosebleed. Some people ran to call the school doctor.

"Hey, buddy, are you okay? Don't be stunned. You won't be hurt by being hit, right?"

Li Sheng looked surprised and returned the words just now. Seeing that the court was in chaos, he picked up the textbook again and walked towards the science and technology building with Ye Jiaying as if nothing had happened.

"You are not allowed to leave!"

A pair of brightly dressed boys and girls climbed over the bushes and blocked Li Sheng's way.

Qiu Yingxun and Qiu Yourong. These two are the celebrities of Class 11 (the so-called study abroad class). Their families run listed companies and are richer than Luo Zhengxin's family. But... their sexual orientation is a bit weird.

Both the brother and the sister can have feelings for the same and opposite sex at the same time.

"You beat Brother Zhengxin and made him bleed from the nose. Do you want to just leave like this?" Brother Qiu Yingxun said righteously, stretching out his palm, which still had Luo Zhengxin's blood, and patted Li Sheng on the shoulder.

"What if you smash his face? Can you afford it?" Sister Qiu Yourong shouted: "He will play in the NBA in the future!"

"NBA cares about skills, not looks."

Looking at this pair of rich siblings who are good-looking but inexplicably silly, Li Sheng said seriously: "Of course, I don't doubt Luo's ability. Sooner or later he will reach the level of my idol Kobe Bryant.

By the way, Kobe has won 5 NBA championships, 1 regular season MVP, 2 Finals MVPs, 4 All-Star Game MVPs, 2 seasons scoring champion; selected to the All-Star starting lineup 18 times, the best lineup 15 times (including 11 times in the first team, 2 times in the second team, and 2 times in the third team), the best defensive lineup 12 times (including 9 times in the first team and 3 times in the second team), and died once. "

Qiu Yingxun and Qiu Yourong stood there, listening to this passage in a daze. When Li Sheng and the others walked away, they reacted and stamped their feet in anger, "You are not allowed to leave!"

"Don't stop him!"

Luo Zhengxin poked his head out from among the classmates who were asking about his well-being, and shouted in a muffled voice to stop the Qiu brothers and sisters from chasing Li Sheng.

As a forward on the school team, it was embarrassing enough to fail to catch a slow ball and get a nosebleed.

If he made a big fuss and let other students know, he would have no reputation at all.

When people mention him, they will say, "Hey, do you know Luo Zhengxin, the guy on our school basketball team who said he wants to play in the NBA?"

"Yes, what happened to him?"

"He was hit by a ball and had a nosebleed. He stayed in the school hospital for an afternoon. Many doctors from the city came to consult him. After a long rescue, the bleeding was finally stopped. The next step is to work hard to figure out how to get him to cut his hair without anesthesia, which is a century-old problem."

Climbing up the steps of the science and technology building, Ye Jiaying looked back at the Qiu brothers and sisters who looked unconvinced, and couldn't help laughing. "They are so funny."

"Yeah, there is a kind of clear and pure stupidity in their eyes, like a hamster."

Li Sheng couldn't help laughing, walked into the teaching and research office, put down the book, and clapped his hands.

Outside the window, there are green trees and bright sunsets. The radio is playing melodious music. Some people are practicing running on the playground, and some are pulling the horizontal bar. Boys are hanging out together, excitedly talking about new electronic games, and girls are in groups of three or five, chatting about the MBTI test questions on Xiaohongshu.

You can vaguely see young lovers walking in the woods, holding hands and saying sweet nothings. When they see a teacher approaching, they quickly shake hands and move away from each other, pretending not to know each other.

A vibrant and flourishing world is right before our eyes.