Ade, de, my raspberries and mullies.

When this sentence came out of Creeper's mouth, Xie Weishi suddenly thought of a lot of things.

A hacker who hasn't jerked past his school isn't a good hacker.

Xie Weishi's initial stage as a hacker started from breaking through his own school.

Faculty of Arts, Faculty of Economics, Faculty of Law, Faculty of Life Sciences...... Like all perfectionists, he collects the network and server permissions of all the colleges, but ends up hitting a big nail in the head of the School of Information Science and Technology.

Sure enough, the departments that specialize in computer science are still different.

Xie Weishi is a calm person. On the surface, he is still indifferent, but in his heart, he is haunted by tea and rice.

He pretended to be a Shinsen student and went to the office to ask the professor questions, and most of the professors couldn't remember what their students looked like. He tried to hack the internal IFI in the professor's office, and failed. The next day, he got the scholarship information of a student named Long Zhen, went to the counselor to issue a scholarship certificate, and took the opportunity to change the counselor to an identical mouse containing an attack vector, however, the HID attack was unsuccessful. He thought it was strange and took the mouse back to the dormitory to study, and as a result, he received a Trojan horse.

After many unsuccessful attacks, the game became more and more interesting. He thought that the courses offered by the Faculty of Information Sciences to other non-professional students were too simple, so he never chose them. His roommate's girlfriend chose a liberal arts computer, and he couldn't program it well, so he was pulled by his roommate to help, so he naturally mixed into the computer room of Xinke. He waited patiently, and finally waited until the teacher in the computer room of a certain class went out to make porridge on the phone, and went directly to a certain core machine, and it was done.

After this achievement, he had planned to wash his hands of gold and not step into the Academy of Information Science again. However, he couldn't stand his roommate's soft grinding, intimidation and threats, and finally agreed to help his girlfriend go again. The so-called theory that something must happen to the last vote, he noticed that the class was replaced by a chubby teaching assistant, who looked like an upperclass undergraduate.

The teaching assistant looked at him for the whole class, and he felt quite uncomfortable, so he uploaded his homework and left early. When I walked to the stairs, I was blocked by the fat teaching assistant.

"Boy, you're quite capable."

Later, he learned that this fat teaching assistant was named Long Zhen, two grades higher than him.

That incident ended with him helping Long Zhen write a 10,000-word essay on an introduction to artificial intelligence. That paper made him suffer in the hands of Long Zhen. Long Zhen threatened to cancel the girl's computer grades, forcing him to change the paper five times, and he didn't write the paper so seriously.

Later, it was said that Long Zhen scored 90 points on that paper.

The roommate's girlfriend scored 90 points in the liberal arts computer.

Long Zhen didn't contact him again. This is the end of the day.

By the second semester, he had almost completely forgotten about Long Zhen.

The roommate moved out and lived with his girlfriend, and he was the only one left, and he became more and more alone.

He took a very unpopular public course in the Chinese department: Introduction to Linguistics.

That winter vacation, he finished reading "The Story of Your Life" by Chinese science fiction writer Ted Jiang on the theme of linguistics, and inexplicably became interested in the text and way of perceiving the world of the alien "seven-limbed bucket" mentioned in it.

In the eyes of his relatives, friends and teachers, he is a rational and cold image of a medical student, but in his heart, he has a lot of naïve and nonsensical fantasies.

For example, after watching "The Story of Your Life", he also tried to change the way he perceived the world. As stated in the book, human perception of the world is linear, sequential and causal. It is reflected in the language and writing, people speak word by word, and write word by word. But for the "Seven Limbs Bucket", they perceive the world as a whole, and the past, present, and future are also a whole for them. Fascinated by this insight into the whole world, the whole time, he tried to train himself.

He practiced writing, and in a whole sentence, he broke down the order of strokes, first drawing horizontally and vertically with wide openings and closings, and then embellishing the details to complete the writing. He looked at the time, and the thought process in his head was removed, and writing itself saved a quarter to a third of the time.

It was very painful at first. As he became more proficient, he changed his writing from straight to backwards. For him, writing was like drawing, and the order of strokes taught by his teacher as a child fell apart for him.

In the second class of "Introduction to Linguistics", he still sat in the back row of the classroom and did not fall straight into the teacher's field of vision, listening silently, taking notes like paintings. Suddenly, his notebook was snatched away by a hand reaching out from behind him. He turned back and saw the fat man who had been absent for a long time flipped through his notes, and snorted:

"Boy, you're quite capable."

He showed a somewhat surprised expression: "How did you practice this skill?" ”

He ignored the fat man. Unexpectedly, during the recess, the fat man simply packed up the textbooks and bags and sat next to him.

"Ten years of repair can be crossed in the same boat, and a hundred years of repair can be a table. You can run into such an unpopular class, buddy, we are very fateful. ”

The fat man grinned, looking like he was self-cooked, as if he didn't squeeze him last semester at all.

He asked, "Why did you choose this class too?" ”

The fat man pouted at the person next to him, "Accompany your roommate." ”

Xie Weishi noticed that there was another boy next to Long Zhen, who was tall and handsome, with a very bright smile, and was talking to the female friend standing on the side.

"His name is Sheng Yan, and I have a dormitory in one class. There are a lot of peach blossoms, let's ignore him. ”

Long Zhen is also a fan of Ted Jiang's books, especially "The Story of Your Life". When the two chatted, they found that they had a lot of common interests. Later, Sheng Yan also joined, and after the three of them finished class, they couldn't get enough, so they went out to find a restaurant to eat, and chatted until the dormitory door was locked at night.

Sheng Yan's style is different from Long Zhen's giggling, Sheng Yan is always thinking about something very profound in his mind. Sheng Yan is more cynical than his calmness, and he can always see the dark side of things sharply and lash out at them. This is a huge contrast to his sunny and cheerful appearance, but this is perhaps the most attractive thing to girls.

"I don't believe in Adam Smith's free-market theory, Keynes was at least sober — at least in the area of cybersecurity." Sheng Yan was also taking a course in economics, drank some beer, and chatted endlessly, "The current cybersecurity field is a chaotic world, and no one really has faith. What black hats, white hats, gray hats, all that dominates them are interests, absolute interests. But the fact is that the Tao is one foot higher and the devil is one foot higher, and those who have no moral bottom line win more, and absolute liberalism will definitely ruin the world! State power must intervene as soon as possible! ”

Now that I think about it, Sheng Yan's thoughts at that time had already decided that he supported the establishment of the 19th Bureau and joined it with enthusiasm.

"You ask me why I chose Introduction to Linguistics? Very simple. The world of the future is the world of information, and the language of programming is the universal language of the information world. But most people who know how to code just know how to code, and don't realize that it's a language — language, and you guys who were just talking about "The Story of Your Life" should understand what I mean by language?

"I also learned to code, but I'm not a coder like them. What's the difference between me and them? I study the nature and power of programming as a language. Language is a very amazing thing, it even has the ability to 'create'. Cangjie makes words, there are ghosts crying at night, this is not a joke. Look at the high priests of ancient times, who were the ones who mastered the written and spoken language, and also had the highest power and status. In the future, you master the laws and essence of programming languages, and you are the high priest of that time. ”

Yan University has always been famous for its freedom of thought, just a young student, in the prime of life, scolding Fang Xuan's scholarly spirit, and even a junior student. Because at that time, the teenager had already gone through three years of baptism of free spirit, and absorbed three years of rich knowledge in various fields. They are not as ignorant and curious as the freshly entered students, and they are not as exposed to the reality of society as the fourth-year students, so they can point to the country, exalt the words, and look forward to everything and dung everything.

That Sheng Yan is just like this pride.

In front of Creeper's ghost, Xie Weishi sighed softly.

Ade, de, my raspberries and mullies.

Why did Creeper answer such a sentence? Ade is German and means "farewell". Presumably, it was his "farewell" that activated Creeper's reply.

He was Sheng Yan's Avatar that activated the reply.

Why this sentence?

What does that mean?

He remembered that Long Zhen had inadvertently mentioned that such a proud Sheng Yan also had a spiritual mentor who he admired very much.

His hands were clenched, and there was a slight tremble.

Creeper's ghost still swayed there, carrying a huge gourd, always looking at him with curiosity, as it had been when he first saw it.

He opened his mouth, and finally spat out three more words:

"Ruler between the eyebrows."

"Hahahaha...... That weird song! ”

"What song? How to sing? He asked urgently.

Creeper cleared his throat and sang:

"Haha, love, love!

"Love is bloody, who is alone.

"He uses a hundred heads, and a thousand heads use ten thousand heads!

"I have no skull.

"Love a bloody skull!

"Bloody whining, wheeping,

"Ahoo