Redemption from the Abyss: The School Beauty Insists on Pulling Me Out of the Mire

The air in Class 8 of Grade 11 is always murky.

The class was filled with the smells of various snacks, sweat, and chalk dust, and its discipline was the worst in the entire grade.

"Xie Wang! Stand up!"

A roar accompanied by a piece of chalk stub hit Xie Wang squarely on the forehead.

The chalk bounced off, leaving a white mark on his forehead.

Xie Wang slowly opened his eyes, his gaze momentarily blank, still caught up in the massive database architecture.

But he quickly adjusted his state, skillfully switching back to that "dead pig doesn't fear boiling water" expression, and slowly stood up.

On the podium, math teacher Lao Wang was so angry that even his Mediterranean-style hair was trembling.

He pointed to the complex analytical geometry problem on the blackboard, banging the eraser loudly:

"Look at you all! You'll be seniors in a year! Everyone else is giving it their all, and you're still sleepwalking! This conic section problem is a must-know on the second semester of junior year, and it's the final, fundamental question on the college entrance exam. Almost no one in the class can solve it, and you, you're sleeping the best!"

A sparse burst of laughter erupted from the class.

Someone muttered under their breath, "Teacher, why are you asking him? He probably can't even recite the entire set of first-year high school material."

"Exactly, let's not waste everyone's time."

Xie Wang didn't speak, his eyelids lowered, seemingly accepting the scolding with shame.

In reality, his gaze only swept across the blackboard for a second.

Equation of ellipse, simultaneous equations of lines... elimination... Vieta's formulas...

The discriminant is greater than zero...

The answer is the square root of two.

The solution process formed instantly in his mind like flowing water, and even gave rise to three different solutions.

Although he slept in class every day, resulting in extremely poor performance in Chinese and English, the talent he inherited from his parents still allowed him to easily find the answers.

But in reality, he simply scratched his messy hair and replied in a hoarse voice:

"Teacher, I don't know how."

Old Wang laughed angrily: "Of course you can't! If you could, pigs could fly! Stand at the back and listen! Don't block the way of those who want to learn! If it weren't for school rules against arbitrarily expelling students, we would have expelled you long ago."

Without saying a word, Xie Wang obediently carried the books to the trash can at the back of the classroom.

That was his designated spot.

The view was expansive, and there was no one to disturb him, which suited him perfectly.

He stood against the wall, holding the book up to cover his face.

The surrounding laughter and the teacher's lecture gradually faded away.

Xie Wang closed his eyes, his thoughts sinking into darkness once more.

He mentally constructed the attack model he would use that night.

The "Golden Sands" gambling website uses a three-layer WAF (Web Application Firewall). The first layer is traditional IP blocking, which can be bypassed using dynamic proxy pools. The second layer is behavioral feature detection, which requires writing a script to simulate real user clicks. The third layer is the most troublesome: manual review...

We need to write a decoy program to lure the administrator away at 3 a.m.

The database can be dragged out in just three minutes.

Fifty thousand yuan.

With this money in hand, plus the ten thousand from Su Qinghe, we can first resolve the old man's finger-severing crisis. As for the rest... let's use it to add a memory stick to this crappy computer; it's too laggy for running code right now.

"Ring ring"

The bell rang, interrupting his train of thought.

The once lifeless classroom instantly came alive. The boys rushed out arm in arm, while the girls huddled together gossiping.

Fatty Luo Gang came over and handed Xie Wang a bag of spicy strips: "Brother Wang, don't mind Old Wang, he's just going through menopause. Hey, let's go to the cafeteria to grab some food! They have braised pork today, if we're late we'll even run out of soup."

Xie Wang forgot about the geometry problem, dusted off his trousers, and said, "Let's go."

He was really hungry. The dry bread he ate that morning had long since been digested, and now his stomach felt like it was on fire.

……

The canteen at Jiangcheng No.1 Middle School has two floors.

The first floor serves communal meals, which are cheap, plentiful, and oily, making them the first choice for most ordinary students and poor students like Xie Wang.

The second floor is for stir-fries and buffets. The environment is elegant and air-conditioned. It is the territory of top students and rich kids in Class 1 of Grade 11.

Xie Wang and Fatty, carrying iron plates, squeezed together on the first floor, sweating profusely, and finally managed to grab the last two servings of braised pork.

The two found a corner spot and sat down.

The surrounding area was bustling with noise, and the sound of metal spoons scraping against plates rose and fell.

"Hey, Wang-ge, look over there!"

Suddenly, the fat man poked Xie Wang with his chopsticks, his eyes wide as he stared at the direction of the stairwell.

Xie Wang followed his gaze.

The originally noisy sounds in the cafeteria seemed to have quieted down a bit.

Several girls came down the spiral staircase from the second floor.

The one in the lead wore a school uniform skirt that had been altered to fit perfectly, revealing a section of her fair calves. Her long hair was tied in a high ponytail, and she had a cool and delicate face.

Su Qinghe.

She was holding a bottle of Evian water, probably because she had just finished eating and came downstairs with a friend to buy things.

Her appearance was like a spotlight shining into the smoky lobby.

Many boys around her stopped eating and secretly looked at her.

"Holy crap, Su Qinghe's down here?"

"The most beautiful girl in the second year of high school, she's even prettier in person than in the photos on the confession wall..."

"I heard she got first place in the grade again in this monthly exam, leaving second-place Jiang Yue by a full twenty points."

Xie Wang glanced at it only once before looking away and focusing on the braised pork on his plate.

Su Qinghe walked through the hall without looking to either side.

As she passed the corner, her steps seemed to pause almost imperceptibly.

In that corner, Xie Wang was eating his food heartily, his school uniform sleeves stained with oil, making him look no different from the other boys around him who were wolfing down their food.

He didn't even glance at her.

Su Qinghe pursed her lips.

She remembered the boy handing her instant noodles in the dark last night, and the ten thousand yuan in his backpack.

She originally thought he would come to find her, or at least send a WeChat message to accept her as a friend.

In the end, there was nothing.

He was too good at disguising himself at school.

So good that if it weren't for what happened last night, Su Qinghe would have thought that the boy who was eating braised pork was not the same person as Xie Wang, who had fierce eyes and was coding like lightning last night.

"Qinghe, what are you looking at?" her best friend asked curiously.

"It's nothing."

Su Qinghe withdrew his gaze, his voice indifferent, "You've mistaken me for someone else. Let's go."

She turned and left.

Xie Wang chewed on the meat in his mouth, and only after hearing the familiar footsteps fade into the distance did he give a barely audible self-deprecating laugh.

He shoved the last bite of rice into his mouth, his eyes cold.

They're putting on quite a show.

Good.