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On the hacked screen, a line of blood-red, creepy characters appeared, and the computer emitted ghostly wails and howls.
[Little friend, who are you to him?]
Ying Zijin's expression showed no fluctuation, just a slight raise of her eyebrows.
Even watching a drama, she seemed to have really picked up someone's knack for attracting trouble.
She lowered her gaze, raised her hand, and began typing in the dialogue box.
[And who might you be?]
On the other side of the ocean, in some basement, a person eating instant noodles glanced at the message.
Is this girl stupid?
How could he possibly tell her that?
[I am a hacker.]
"Hacker?" Ying Zijin appeared to remember something, "Then wait a moment, one hour."
[?]
A large question mark dominated the screen.
Ying Zijin fished out a book she had bought earlier from her backpack and started reading it, unconcerned about the still-darkened computer screen.