Big Shot's Reincarnation Sweeps the World

Sheng Yue froze in place as she watched Sheng Tingze’s black Bentley disappear into the night.

Although she was deeply shocked, angry, and annoyed, she felt relieved when she thought of what he just said.

Yes, Eldest Brother was cold to her, but he wasn’t so warm about Sheng Yang either…

No matter how hard Sheng Yang tried to please him, Eldest Brother was as cold to her as a block of unthawing ice.

At that thought, she felt relieved and slowly cracked a smile.

**

Computer room.

People were playing games or listening to music. Sheng Yang sat in front of a computer and stared at the dark screen for quite a while before she suddenly took out her cell phone and made a call to the number noted in her address book as “5”.

“Hello…” The phone beeped several times before it rang and a low mellow voice resounded, which sounded drowsy yet killingly charming.

It was already afternoon but Sheng Yang knew the other person usually slept during the day and was awake at night.

“If someone once used a computer but erased all their traces, could I still find out their IP address?”

5 scratched his hair, his bangs covering half of his charming eyes. His voice was exceptionally low and sounded lazy, decadent, and sexy. “Logically speaking, the answer is no.”

Sheng Yang glanced around and thought for a while. “But I’m talking about a local area network.”

“Then the answer is yes.” The other person paused. “Do you need my help?”

“No, just teach me how to do it. I want to solve it myself.”

“Oh?” His pitch raised a little but was still much lower than most people’s and sounded especially sultry. “Then let’s chat through text.”

“… Well, okay.” Hanging up the phone, Sheng Yang glanced at the phone suspiciously. Other people all said that they had never seen him contact anyone by text because he hated typing. He was a very impatient person. So why was he asking her to contact him by text?

In fact, even if he told her how to do it over the phone, no matter how fast he told her, she could memorize it.

But since he was okay with text, so be it.

After a while, his instructions were sent over. Obviously, he typed them out word by word. It was concise and straightforward, allowing Sheng Yang to understand in the shortest time.

“Understood?” He asked via text.

“Yes.”

Sheng Yang only had to read it once to understand, and she began to type quickly with her slender and flexible fingers.

The computer teacher was patrolling the area. Yan City High School didn’t have strict rules on the use of the computer room but still hired a computer teacher to tutor students.

Yan City High School was rich, so the computer teacher was a graduate student in computer science of a national well-known university — Tsinghua University.

“Teacher, why can’t I write this SQL. Can I just report an error?”

“Teacher, can you check if there are any bugs in my program? Why didn’t I get the result shown in the tutorial?”

“Teacher, what do you think about this programming robot I made? It can issue a lot of instructions.”

The computer teacher answered several questions in succession which he felt were all very simple.

Children were children. Their work was very simplistic.

Just as he stopped at a corner of the computer room with confidence-