2084

The first time Qi Siming met Ling Yan was in the summer of 2084.

After the head teacher said that everyone welcomes the new students and introduced themselves, a boy who looked a little young walked to the podium with a blank expression.

At that time, the bold and unrestrained girls in the class were already ready to take a nap for the first class. When they saw the boy, they were like a pack of wolves who smelled meat, and their eyes lit up.

Human beings have evolved for so many years, but they still don't change their love for beautiful things.It's just that the boy had seen a big scene at a glance, and he turned a blind eye to the fanatical gaze of the opposite sex. Without saying a word, he raised his foot and kicked the podium.

After a bang, the floating keyboard on the desk popped up, and he reached out and typed out a series of codes, connected to his personal terminal Utopia, and typed out all the information of his self-introduction on the big screen.

Have to say, this one is pretty cool.

In order to prevent the bad guys in the classroom from interfering with the teacher's teaching, the code number of the desk is changed every class. The teacher can match it by swiping the teacher's terminal, but the students have to decipher the key according to the prompt.

There was a little commotion in the classroom. The boy in the back row blew his whistle and yelled something awesome, but the boy who looked like a snow doll still ignored him and kept his voice in a whisper, "Hello, everyone." My name is Ling Yan."

It's not scary to be aloof and aloof. A few girls and boys who didn't have a tablemate silently tidied up the table next door they occupied, with clear intentions.Ling Yan didn't even look at them, and went straight to Qi Siming's side, Utopia on his wrist docked with the desk twice to give authorization, and the word "Ling Yan" slowly floated up on the roster in the front row of the classroom.

Qi Siming was bathed in the envious eyes of his classmates, turned the capacitive pen into a beautiful pen with [-] to [-] yuan, greeted his new deskmate politely, and changed the projection screen while the class teacher emphasized class discipline again When entering the password, I asked my new deskmate how to control the podium in three seconds.

The juvenile's beautiful nose bridge is like a Japanese manga that was expanded from a paper book in the last century. Every subtle ups and downs and twists are so beautiful that painstaking efforts are made. Qi Siming is a little absorbed in watching it, guessing whether it is the original configuration or a medical beauty work .

"Just guessing." The boy didn't want to say more, he was very cold, turned his head to look at him, and said impatiently, "What do you think I am doing?"

His brown eyeballs are like glass seeds, and his frown is so beautiful that he is not like ordinary people.

Qi Siming complained about his bad personality in his heart, but he was not embarrassed on his face. He smiled, a little teasingly, "I see you look good. Besides, why do you only talk about me? Obviously, the whole class is looking at you."

The 17-year-old Qi Siming still doesn't quite understand what it means to be shameless. He is complacent and thinks that it is because of his good looks that the beauty is more favored. He has no idea how much effort Ling Yan used at that time to not just lift his ass and leave.Later, when the two got acquainted, Qi Siming realized that he had been acting affectionate when he accidentally asked. The reason for Ling Yan's behavior was only six words: because he is the class monitor.

Information transmission has become faster in the age of intelligence, and every sign of trouble can cause an uproar.

Ling Yan, a transfer student, quickly attracted attention, and the school forum exploded after the first class.As far as Qi Siming knows, Tan Qing, a senior student he knew, even threw out the link address directly during the physical education class, hacked into her class camera and broadcast live for 1 minute how this beautiful child listened to the class, and according to what she said She also tried to hack into the database of class A, but thanks to the double password added by the class teacher, she retreated.

When Qi Siming heard this, he first logged on to the live broadcast address, and saw a bunch of "ahhhhh" and "zoom in" replies. After confirming that the video was not intercepted, he gave Tan Qing a blank stare and said speechlessly, " Next time you do something like this, don’t tell me, okay? If you really want to say it, please communicate with the school’s security department, and then take the punishment directly.”

He is as dignified as Qi Siming, even though he said so, he is not necessarily better than Tan Qing.

Qi Siming occupies the position of class monitor, and his information authority would have been a little higher than that of the rest of the class. When updating and proofreading the personal information of all the students in the class a week later, out of curiosity, he successfully used his position to sneak a look at Ling Yan's Utopia , and searched for Ling Yan's parents.

It is the habit of all the children in Liberal Arts schools to know themselves and their enemies. Their behavior of searching for their classmates’ parents is very similar to casually checking the nearest business district. When they meet friends whose parents are celebrities, they will chat with their children about film and television works.

Like the parents of 89% of the classmates in the class, Ling Yan's family also has a high social status.Qi Siming glanced at "I will go to the UK next year to study psychology as an undergraduate", "ICS program translation", "a science and innovation website compilation", "cooperated with the National University of Singapore psychology professor on the Behavioral Economics psychological experiment project" some type of.

After reading it, his only doubt is that he is obviously a seedling of a white hat hacker, why should he study psychology?

But this is someone else's business, Qi Siming was curious and didn't intend to ask.

Ling Yan is a very quiet deskmate. He doesn't talk much, communicates easily, and is serious in class.This seriousness has made many aggrieved boys in the class laugh at it, but Ling's high-coldness completely ignored it, and after the first simulation, he spoke with strength to shut up those people completely.

Qi Siming was very satisfied that this beautiful boy at the same table actually had the hidden attributes of a schoolmaster, and he felt a little admiration for him invisibly.

In a math class where he was distracted, he just poked Ling Yan quietly, thinking that he would trouble Ling Yan to give him a lecture after class, but Ling Yan leaned over directly, and whispered a question in a low voice. After finishing the lecture, he flicked the capacitive pen in his hand and said, "I will lend you a ballpoint pen tomorrow, that is more comfortable to spin."

After that time, Qi Siming was certain: Although Ling Yan was not enthusiastic, he was still an excellent person.

This kind of evaluation ended in a conversation with him by the head teacher.

That day was in mid-October, and Ling Yan happened to be on leave. Tan Qing, who had been chasing Ling Yan in a roundabout way, finally found a chance to enter the room. At that time, he was lying on Qi Siming's desk studying a small game designed by Ling Yan.

Speaking of this little game, the direct reason was that Ling Yan disliked Qi Siming's popularity, and many people came to chat with him as soon as class was over. In the end, Ling Yan directly wrote a game code and installed it on the class's smart desk. The main test of the game was The player has control, and the gameplay is simple and magical, making the whole class feel like they are lying on the table every day and chasing after each other.Afterwards, Qi Siming looked at his three-acre land that no one cared about, and only felt that knowledge could change one's destiny.

And after Tan Qing knew about this, he always wanted to research and make a cheat with a high score.

Qi Siming doesn't understand Tan Qing's brain circuit, but he thinks that probably every technology enthusiast has a heart of loneliness and defeat. If you conquer his works, you can conquer himself, and then Qi Siming asks a reasonable question according to his own logic: "Then why don't you just face him directly? Wouldn't it be better to be frank? Maybe it will be more favorable to him this way?"

Tan Qing endured it again and again, and finally rolled his eyes, "Qi Siming, has the groove in your emotional brain been smoothed out? You can open it up, at least you are seventeen."

Oh, just as soon as this was said, the head teacher came over to talk to Qi Siming.

The whole class quickly raised their buried heads, and blocked the small game interface as if nothing had happened, but the class teacher had no time to pay attention to him, called Qi Siming, and dragged him to the corridor where there was no one else.

Qi Siming saw his anxious face, and even made a joke to relax his mood, but this middle-aged man who is usually easy-going and laughing did not respond to him, but frowned, and asked straight to the point in a low voice: "Thinking?" Ming, you are Ling Yan's deskmate, have you noticed anything wrong with him recently?"

Qi Siming was puzzled, "No? He's fine, what's wrong? Is he sick?"

"I'm telling you something, don't tell the outside world," the class teacher thought for a moment, and looked at him with a frown, "Yesterday Ling Yan cut his pulse at home, and now he has been rescued. Just now, the school leader went to the hospital to visit. The doctor He was diagnosed with severe mental illness."