The national school idol is a girl

Time passed little by little.

The fat man was still holding on to his hair.

He was really worried that the entire network would collapse in the next second.

The girl in the Internet cafe has already tasted the sweetness, and her eyes have deepened.

How would that person handle such a big "feast"?

She raised her right hand as if to press the space bar to deliver a fatal blow!

But the next second, the girl's eyes suddenly widened.

Like something happened.

His fingers were tapping rapidly.

"Where? How is it possible? That guy was clearly here just now."

What was cracked turned out to be useless.

This is impossible.

How can this be? !

The one whose eyes were also shocked was the fat man who had been watching the battle.

He couldn't even believe his eyes.

One of the red dots that originally sent out a defense signal from the firewall suddenly disappeared!

Not being attacked.

Did he disappear by himself?

Are you planning to retreat?

No, that's not right!

No matter how powerful a hacker is or how fast he retreats, he will leave traces on the network. It just depends on whether you can trace them or not.

But this one is completely different.

If it weren't for the wrong timing, Fatty really wanted to ask, how on earth could this be done?

He looked at the screen and licked his lips nervously.

The attacker is also looking for that person.

That feeling of knowing that the other person is nearby, but not knowing exactly where it is or when it will appear.

Wait a minute, the fat man paused, why does he always feel that this situation is very familiar...

Where has he seen this situation before?

The fat man knocked his head.

On the third floor, the young man sitting in front of the computer was like a flower under his fingers. His hands were dexterously typing on the keyboard. The young man's face was reflected on the constantly running screen, with black hair wearing a headband, and he said The evil sycophant looks a bit like a young master in the world of martial arts. His angular profile and white pointed chin are very prominent at this moment.

"Click click click..."

The rhythmic percussion sound is like laying out the march.

Many people around the boy started talking about the broadcast.

Others are asking: "What's going on? Is the power going to be cut off?"

Even some of the test players stopped their movements.

Elementary school students wearing VR glasses were also among the queue.

The voices coming from all directions will be very special.

Some people and some decisions are made to protect the public.

He would still say, what is the situation, so troublesome.

But if you just think about those unworthy people.

You'll miss out on people who deserve it.

Such a thing.

Bo Jiu knows best.

It can be said that such an environment is not conducive to online hunting.

Because every moment would interrupt her thoughts.

But still it didn't stop.

No matter what sounds are happening around you.

Some are understanding but not understanding, some are pretending to understand and then deny the approach, or some are directly blaming.

People who live in comfort may not realize who is responsible for bringing this comfort to them.

Bo Jiu is different from Da Shen in terms of what kind of people she treats and what kind of attitude she has.

But she had to do something.

Maintain the original order.

No innocence involved.

Protect other people's lives.

This is the ZY of hackers.

If the other party doesn't even understand this.

Then this person is not worthy of being a hacker at all.

Not to mention a hacker pretending to be her.

Bo Jiu moved his fingers and opened his thin lips slightly: "Let the real Z teach you how to behave."