Lu Xixing was unusually annoyed by what Lu Yu had done.

Originally, the matter of the ghost virus had not been resolved, and Lu Yu reversed himself, causing Ziyu to abandon the competition and switch to the math competition, but Lu Ziyu kept persuading him not to mention this matter, lest Lu Yu have a worse impression of her sister, and Lu Xixing had to press his anger in his heart.

When I arrived at Tang University, I saw the teacher and senior brother who were still full of sadness, and the already ugly face was even worse, and it could even be said that it was extremely bad.

After the virus invaded the school's computer room, the entire school's machines were affected.

Although Dean Tang received the call, he quickly notified the people at Beijing University and Qingda, hoping that they would provide technical support, but so far, there has been no progress on the side of Beijing University.

The information passed on to the past was analyzed for a few days, but nothing was analyzed, and I was almost infected.

Until now, the technicians in the capital still have lingering palpitations, worried that such a domineering virus will spread from Tangcheng to the capital.

Even with technicians, they don't dare to invest too much.

The fire suppressed in Lu Xixing's heart burned even more.

He was originally extremely confident in his technology, but he didn't expect that this time he would be helpless in the face of this virus.

No matter how much he tried and researched, he couldn't find a way to crack the virus.

Other, more experienced researchers have not been able to find a breakthrough.

The technicians of the three top universities were helpless in the face of such a sudden emergence of the virus.

People who are irritated and can't vent their anger can only tap the keyboard in front of the computer irritably, repeating the work of writing code.

Then watch the same result come over and over again - formatting, all programs are forcibly stopped, unable to execute.

Fortunately, it didn't take long for the dean to rush over.

Dean Tang Ning was originally a researcher at Beijing University, and after turning to teaching activities, he was transferred to Tang University as the dean of the School of Computer Science of Tang University.

He is also one of the most experienced computer problem handlers in the whole Tang University.

The gray-haired old professor inquired about the situation and walked over to the machine that Lu Xixing was dealing with.

Lu Xixing stood up from the computer, and his voice was hoarse: "Teacher." ”

Tang Ning knew that he had always been conceited as a student, and this was the first time he had encountered such a tricky and difficult virus, and his self-esteem was inevitably frustrated, so he didn't say anything, just sighed and patted him on the shoulder.

Lu Xixing clenched his fingers and watched the teacher sit down.

Tang Ning wiped his glasses, and then his calm gaze fell on the computer screen that emitted a pale blue light.

Dean Tang's speed was not fast, but the steps were very organized, and the people standing behind him couldn't help but hold their breath and watch the lines of code increase.

A minute later.

The computer is formatted again and all programs stop running.

The dean in front of the computer paused his fingers and sighed.

In fact, when he learned that the students and teachers at Kyungdae and Kyungdae had not been able to see any breakthroughs, he had already expected this result.

This virus, far more difficult to deal with than they imagined.

At present, only the computer room of Tangda University in Tangcheng has been infected, but it is difficult to guarantee that the virus will not continue to spread.

It is understandable that it cannot be solved on paper.

Now, I'm afraid I can only wait for someone from the capital to come and conduct field investigations.

Tang Ning's expression was solemn, but he still stood up, rubbed his forehead, put aside the tiredness of the dust, and sighed: "Let's make a report to the capital first, and then have a meeting." ”

They have not yet discovered that this new virus, temporarily named "ghost virus", will cause any harm to the computer in addition to formatting the computer and suspending all programs.

However, Tangda almost gathered the superior resources of Tangcheng, but they couldn't stop it......

It's hard to imagine how dangerous this virus would be if it spread.

And most crucially, they don't know how this virus spreads.

If it's the Internet, then they don't have to wait for the capital to come, they will be in a desperate situation.

Lu Xixing followed behind the teacher and pinched the bridge of his nose a little anxiously.

When he put down his hand, his fingers unconsciously touched the phone in his pocket.

He hadn't encountered difficult problems before, and he had asked Six for help many times.

Compared with people in reality, this netizen who has not met him, but has helped him many times, obviously makes him trust and rely on him more.

But last time, Liudu asked like that, obviously he already knew that he had given the painting he gave to himself and gave it to others......

In this case, he really couldn't open that mouth and asked Six for help......

Lu Xixing put the phone back irritably, feeling depressed and heavy.

......

Inside the largest library in Tangcheng.

Gu Yu's location is on the fifth floor, and most of the professional books are placed here, which are rarely patronized, but Gu Yu likes the clean atmosphere here.

The morning light of the afternoon shines through the suspended dust and falls on the bookshelves, tables and chairs with a rather quaint atmosphere.

It resembles the confessional of a classical church, shrouded in an air of eternity, silence and silence.

Girls in black tank tops, gray high-waisted jeans, light jackets, and white satin-like black hair scattered on her shoulders stood between the third and fourth rows of bookshelves.

The figure is slender like a lazy elf in this corner.

Just standing there has a cold temperament like a dark orchid.

She stood where the sun wasn't shining, flipping through a math competition book, her glossy fingertips habitually clicking on the page number in the lower right corner of the page.

Suddenly, there was a sound of steady and powerful footsteps.

Gu Yu paused, carefully distinguishing the height and weight of the person who came, and a hazy impression flashed in his mind.

Then, as the footsteps approached, he slowly raised his eyes.

The girl's gaze passed through the layers of books on the table and fell on the man who appeared at the door.

The figure is long, clear and straight, like a bamboo, and like a moon.

The knuckles are particularly prominent, and the watch on the wrist dazzles in the sun.

Gu Yu paused, his gaze moving up.

A bewitching, seductive and charming face comes into view.

The small red mole under the right eye is especially visible and attractive in sunlight.

Gu Yu's fingers paused slightly, and his eyebrows raised.

It turned out to be him.

The silver needle on her fingertips haunted for a moment, and she retracted it again, meeting the man's gaze without evading.

The corners of Rong Ye's mouth are slightly raised, and his sexy and charming voice sounds so frivolous:

"What a coincidence."

The man's gaze is hard to ignore.

Gu Yu put the book back, his apricot eyes were too clear, but his tone was not as harmless as his appearance:

"Is it pretty?"

Rong Ye chuckled, walked through the corridor to the gap between her row of bookshelves, stretched out her delicate lines, fingered her slender right hand, and casually pulled out a copy of "Detective Records of the Republic of China".

Gu Yu's eyes swept to the tiny scratches on his fingers, and his eyes lit up.

The nine of hearts that came to mind from the first floor of the hospital, through the window, across the throat of the man in black, and finally landed between her index and middle fingers.

Before she could take her eyes off, her lazy and gorgeous voice sounded in Gu Yu's ears slowly:

"That's what I should ask."

The man's eyes were sideways, with a demagogic laziness and a bit of crampedness at the end of his eyes, and his long tone sounded elusive:

"Is it pretty?"