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True Young Master is the IT God
墨書 Inktalez
At two in the morning, the school laboratory was still brightly lit. I stared at the familiar code on the computer screen, a chill creeping up my spine.
I had actually been reborn, back to the day before the Defense System Competition, the night my life fell apart.
In my previous life, my code was stolen by my girlfriend's idol. I was cyberbullied, abandoned by my family, and ultimately died from illness.
This time, I decided to give up entirely. I would withdraw from the competition and go abroad, having booked a flight to Phuket.
"Song You, you can't withdraw!" My girlfriend Su Xiaoye's idol, Lin Xin, was actually pleading with me to continue competing.
Ha, in my past life, you went to great lengths to steal my code, and now you beg me to stay?
Su Xiaoye chimed in beside him, "You've been with me for so many years; who would want you after we break up?"
I let out a cold laugh and turned to leave.
I walked toward the laboratory door without looking back. Behind me, Su Xiaoye's cries and Lin Xin's pleas grew fainter until they vanished behind the heavy metal door.
I took out my phone and confirmed the flight information to Phuket: six o'clock in the morning, everything as planned.
I returned to my computer, my fingers dancing across the keyboard as lines of code were swiftly deleted.
Watching the gradually emptying folder on the screen, a sense of indescribable relief washed over me.
"Are you really going to give up competing?" Xue Qi had somehow appeared behind me, her tone laced with concern.
I turned around to face her and nodded, "I've made my decision."
Xue Qi bit her lip, as if she wanted to say something more, but ultimately sighed, "Alright, I respect your choice." She paused before adding, "What about the code..."
I raised my hand to interrupt her, pointing at the screen, "It's all been deleted."
A flicker of surprise crossed Xue Qi's eyes before she regained her composure. "That's good; it's the safest option."
After wrapping everything up, I dragged my suitcase out of the lab. In the early autumn morning, a slight chill hung in the air. I took a deep breath and felt an unprecedented lightness.
Six hours later, I sat on the plane heading to Phuket, watching the city shrink outside the window, a mix of emotions swirling within me.
"Young man, I see you've been staring at your computer. Were you writing code?" A slightly hoarse voice came from beside me.
I turned to look; an elderly man with graying hair and a lively demeanor was observing me with interest. He wore simple casual clothes, yet there was an air of authority in his every gesture.
I politely nodded, "I wrote a bit before, but I've deleted it now."
The old man smiled, a glimmer of curiosity in his eyes. "Oh? Can you tell me what kind of code it is? Young man, don't be shy; perhaps I can offer you some advice."
I hesitated for a moment but decided to briefly explain that my code was for the Defense System Competition.
"Defense system?" A spark of interest flashed in the old man's eyes. "I'm quite intrigued by the 'Code Fragment' you mentioned. If it's not too much trouble, could you show it to me?"
I was taken aback; I had deleted all my code—there were no fragments left.
Just as I was about to explain, the old man pulled a chip from his briefcase. "This was found by my people in a trash bin at the airport. It seems to contain some residual data."
I took the chip and inserted it into my computer. The screen displayed a familiar snippet of code—part of the competition code I had deleted! My mind buzzed, and a chill ran from my feet to the top of my head.
The old man looked at me, a knowing smile in his eyes. "Young man, you are quite talented; your code has great potential. Allow me to introduce myself—I am..."
He paused before revealing a name that resonated like thunder—it was the CEO of Future Tech, the largest technology company in the world! And Future Tech was one of the organizers of this Defense System Competition!
A storm surged within me; this seemingly chance encounter—was it truly a coincidence, or... I dared not think further and could only force myself to respond calmly to the old man's words, though my palms had begun to sweat slightly.
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