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

After a few seconds of black screen, a minimalist green text interface popped up.

Only one line of text:

[K]: You came.

Xie Wang raised an eyebrow, his fingertips rapidly tapping:

[X]: Curiosity killed the cat, but I have nine lives. What's the deal?

[K]: SkyDragon's overseas accounts. I need a ghost to plant a tracer in their logistics server. Tonight.

Xie Wang's eyes narrowed. The logistics server was a key node for Gu Tianlong's money laundering. This K was indeed targeting Tianlong Group as well.

[X]: Deal. But I want a copy of the data.

There was a two-second silence on the other end of the screen.

[K]: Greedy kid. Acceptable. (A greedy little devil, okay.)

……

Meanwhile, in an unassuming office building in Beijing.

The office, with its dark blue curtains, was filled with smoke.

A middle-aged man sat in front of his computer, looking at the familiar reply from "Greedy Little Devil" on the screen, and stubbed out his cigarette.

His name is Kang Ping. His public identity is that of a consultant for a cybersecurity company, but in reality, he is a senior investigator in the national security department responsible for economic crimes and cyber tracking.

He also has an even more secretive identity—Xie Wang's mother's senior in college and a close friend.

"This kid's coding style..."

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Kang Ping looked at the test package Xie Wang had sent him. The special inductive logic hidden inside was very similar to that of his talented but short-lived junior sister from back then.

"Old Xie, you've kept this kid hidden for so many years, but in the end, he still managed to break into this circle."

Kang Ping sighed, his eyes filled with complex emotions.

Kang Ping decided to guide him using the identity of "K" first.

[K]: Start. Don't disappoint me.

……

[8:30 AM the next morning · Genting Music Room 1602]

Xie Wang barely slept that night.

He and the mysterious K worked together seamlessly. K was responsible for creating feints on the periphery to draw fire, while Xie Wang took advantage of the newly discovered loophole to sneak in like a ghost and successfully implanted the tracker.

He didn't turn off his computer until dawn, then collapsed onto the sofa and fell asleep.

"Knock knock knock—"

A gentle yet persistent knocking pulled Xie Wang from his slumber.

He frowned, rubbed his messy hair, walked barefoot to the door with a grumpy look on his face.

"Click".

The door opened.

The words of insult stuck in his throat.

Su Qinghe stood outside the door.

She was clearly dressed up carefully today.

She wore a light blue French-style fitted dress, the hem just above her knees, revealing her straight, fair calves. Her usual ponytail was down, her long, dark hair slightly curled and casually draped over her shoulders. Her face was covered with very light makeup, making her skin appear radiant. She looked like a mint candy glistening with dew, cool and sweet.

Xie Wang froze, subconsciously scratching his messy hair, then glancing down at his wrinkled T-shirt:

"...Teacher Su?"

"Why are you here?"

Su Qinghe looked at his sleepy and unguarded appearance, and a smile flashed in her eyes.

She didn't answer, but instead took a step forward and stepped directly into the entryway.

Then, before Xie Wang could react, she stretched out her arms, wrapped them around Xie Wang's slender waist, and gently buried her face in his chest.

It was a really warm hug.

It carried the fresh scent unique to the morning, and I was greeted by its fragrance.

Xie Wang froze for a moment, then all his morning grumpiness vanished instantly. He instinctively hugged her back, resting his chin on the top of her head, his voice slightly hoarse from just waking up:

"What's wrong? Why are you throwing yourself at me so early in the morning?"

Su Qinghe shook her head in his arms, a faint pink blush rising to the tips of her ears.

She rarely takes this initiative.

But after hanging up the phone last night, she thought about it for a long time. She knew how much pressure Xie Wang had endured to agree to have dinner at her house for her sake.

She wanted Xie Wang to know that no matter what happened, she would stand by him.

Su Qinghe lifted her head from his embrace, her eyes, hidden behind her glasses, sparkling, her cheeks slightly flushed, yet she tried her best to remain calm:

She released her grip, took a step back, looked Xie Wang up and down in his "refugee" attire, and said with self-righteousness:

"I'm here to be a stylist."

"Xie Wang, go wash up and change your clothes quickly."

"I'm paying the whole bill today, I'll take you shopping for clothes."

Xie Wang couldn't help but chuckle as he looked at her serious expression.

The morning sunlight shone on the two of them.

"OK."