Chapter 103: Gu Mang, a god who can only look up

Slender and slender fingers dazzled across the keyboard, lines of incomprehensible coding spilled across the screen.

The green light fell on the girl's dark and bright eyes, like a wolf in the dark night, filled with a terrifying chill.

The eyes were arrogant and evil, and their eyes were empty.

It didn't take a few minutes.

A hacker base in country K.

A man slammed his fist on the table, staring at a thumbs-down picture on a computer, angry.

"! Failed again! ”

It's really embarrassing to hack into someone else's computer, only to be counter-invaded.

Another hacker blew the yellow hair on the front of his head, "What are you doing, just when you were fighting with ta, I went to check the location of ta, and the result was like this." ”

He pointed to the picture on his computer.

A map with countless red dots flashing on it, very dense, zoomed out, the outline is a "roll" word.

The atmosphere at the base fell into an eerie silence.

What kind of technology is this, how many years have it been, and no one has been able to crack the computer and location of the white fox?

Is the uncrowned king really a god that the hacker world can only look up to?

the hell out of you!

……

Gu Mang's elbows were propped up on his knees, his chin was propped up, the curvature of the corners of his mouth was evil and wild, and his beautiful eyes were half-squinted, looking at the computer screen casually.

The posture is lazy and casual.

The curtain of the bed was suddenly lifted, and a bottle of night cream was handed over.

Gu Mang's eyes were biased, with a little cold remaining in his eyes, looking at Meng Jinyang who was looking up.

"It's getting cold, you wipe it before you go to bed and take care of your skin." She said with a smile.

Gu Mang smiled lowly, "It's so sweet." ”

took it and pinched her tender face by the way, which felt very good.

……

Read it early the next day.

Gu Mang had just finished copying his homework and handed it to the class representative, when Xi Yan walked in through the back door.

Startled Lu Yang, he hurriedly put away his homework and pretended to read Chinese aloud.

Xi Yan glanced at him coldly, didn't have time to teach him a lesson, and walked to Meng Jinyang's side in a few steps.

Gu Mang's expression was indifferent, and his eyes looked at it casually.

Xi Yan didn't know what to say, Meng Jinyang pursed her lips and lowered her head.

After a few seconds, she got up, got out of her seat, walked up to Gu Mang, and frowned, "Gu Mang, my parents are here." ”

Hearing this, the girl's eyes were full of cold light, and she was surrounded by low pressure.

Lu Yang was dumbfounded and looked at them cautiously.

Xi Yan lowered her voice, "I just came, because Meng Jinyang's fame has already gone out, and as soon as the school heard that it was her parents, they let her in first." ”

The corners of Gu Mang's lips pursed a touch of coldness, his cold eyes were full of obedience, and he raised his eyes to look at Meng Jinyang, "Go back to the morning reading, I'll go for a trip." ”

Meng Jinyang shook his head, "I'll go with you." ”

Gu Mang twisted his eyebrows, finally nodded, and asked Xi Yan, "Teacher, where are they?" ”

Xi Yan said: "In the grade conference room. ”

Gu Mang stood up, kicked away the stool with his long and straight legs, and slammed it, a little angry.

She walked out the back door.

Xi Yan and Meng Jinyang stepped up to follow her.

Meng Jinyang's eyebrows were lowered, she had long expected this scene, she was on the news, and naturally attracted the attention of her parents.

But she never forgot when her parents took her to a strange place and threw her on the street after she went crazy.

Listening to Gu Mang, they now have a son.

Originally, they didn't like her as a girl, but now that they have a son, why bother to come to her again.

……

Gu Mang put his hands in his pockets, kicked open the door of the conference room, and walked in lazily.

Inside sat a husband and wife and a young boy in his early teens.

Husbands and wives dress modestly.

Women perm frizzy curls, and men have sparse hair on the top of their heads.

But his eyes are full of calculations.

"Tell me, what do you want to do?" Gu Mang's words were concise and to the point, and he casually pulled a chair and sat down, his posture was quite arrogant.