In the class, it seems that everyone knows the result of Nick in the typing competition, which makes them laugh at Nick. In addition, Nick goes to the garbage dump every day to collect garbage. In the eyes of the classmates in the class, Nick has almost become synonymous with humility, but Nick will not give up because of this. In order to be able to spend an hour every day, he will suffer no matter how much he suffers.

Thomas won the ninth place in the typing competition, and the first-grade dimensions were shortlisted for the award one by one, which made Teacher Gande even more grateful. He was just a normal job at the small training session, and he often gave Thomas air tickets.

Before he knew it, two months had passed. On this day, Nick did a very luxurious thing. He used his extra money to buy a lollipop. He sat in front of the computer with the lollipop. He habitually entered the Internet. These days, forums have not been often visited, but it was just that it was a rare thing to be expensive. Because it was rare to see the appearance of FD, FD became more famous. Once upon a time, many people were unable to get what they wanted.

I had good luck today. I didn’t meet Boro. It was rare to let Nick calm down and surfing the Internet. At this time, I encountered David and Storm. When Nick went online, they met:

Storm: Oh my, I can see it at this time every day, it’s really on time!

David: Yes, Brother FD, we have been waiting for you for a long time.

FD: What are the old ideas you two have today?

Storm: Tsk, it sounds so ugly, we are kind-hearted!

FD: Do it! Just ask me to steal the pre-sale version of "Playboy" with you?

David: Brother FD, don’t be angry. Actually, I’m looking for you today to have a serious business.

Storm: Yes, yes…

FD: Tell me, I only have one hour of time. If I don’t go offline for more than an hour, my computer will become a pumpkin!

David: That's right. I've known you for so long and have never talked with you, so we want to...

FD: Do you want to?

Storm: Hehe...

David: Hey...

Every time he heard their smile, Nick felt like he was falling from a cesspool. Suddenly, an invasion warning popped up on Pingmu.

Fuck! Nick, who was raided, immediately switched the program and launched defense. The two guys cooperated well and invaded Nick, one by one and the other. On the one hand, they began to bombard the computer's communication ports, and on the other hand, they played Trojans, because the computer had several main communication ports, some were mail, some were data transmission, and some were server access. These guys pretended to be normal data and wanted to get in.

Nick was not willing to be weak. After the data transition system, we could know where they wanted to get in. It was like hitting a gopher, and it was just a hit. Gradually, there seemed to be more gopherms. It seemed that they wanted to prepare a mouse clip. Nick deliberately opened several ports to let these guys squeeze in there to grind mushrooms.

Running the intrusion tracking program, the mouse nest was still very evasive, but in the end, they found out that they invaded a server on the network and used it to invade others, so that others would be misled. They lost some cheese on the port and let them continue to rush there. Nick began to invade some of their servers. Without them consciously, they slipped in, immediately checked the access records on the server, and immediately found the mouse nest.

Nick smiled and threw two bombs over. A bunch of junk packets immediately blocked their ports. The whole world was quiet and the rats were stuffed into the hole and couldn't get out.

Started to fight back. After these days of training, Nick's skills have become very skilled and he has begun an orderly attack. These guys hid in their nests and guarded them tightly, but they could not do anything for a while.

It seems that these guys' skills are really good. The computers of both sides began to organize joint defense, one of the people's computers used as firewalls, and then hid behind the firewalls to defend.

After a wave of attacks, they broke through a layer of defense on their firewall, and these guys added another layer to the end. Nick gave up the frontal attack and began to detour, attacking the vulnerabilities and ports, allowing them to enjoy the feeling of hitting mice.

Finally, he found a gap and a trivial gap. Nick slipped in. This place could not be done too much. He controlled it, but could make a lot of interference inside them and immediately concentrated his strength to attack head-on. Their repair speed was significantly reduced, but the speed of breaking was greatly exceeded that of their repair. Finally, he broke through the firewall on which they depended for survival, just like a tiger entering a flock of sheep, Nick biting it in it.

At the MIT University of Technology, Advanced Computer Research Office, a group of graduate students were busy in front of the computer sweating profusely. At this time, the administrator walked in with a letter, passed the coke bottle on the ground, and came to a leader next to a graduate student. At this time, the graduate student with glasses was operating the computer without knowing everything, and the expression on his face was very ugly.

"David, your letter!" The administrator placed the letter on David's desk.

David is just the nickname of this graduate student, and everyone calls it that. His name on the Internet also uses the name David. David responded casually, picked up the letter and took a look. He saw that the words "Microsoft Engineer Employment Letter" were written on it. He did not take it apart, and threw the letter into the trash can next to it, and then sank into the computer world.

"Do it!" At this time, a graduate student stood up angrily, and saw a graphic animation composed of symbols on the computer in front of him, a child twisting his butt wildly.

"day!"

"Hold!"

...

...

The sounds of type sounded one after another, and finally, the computer in front of David also declared its fall, and Nick was showing his proud work on their screens.

A graduate student rushed to the scene: "Ahh, our laboratory actually lost. This has not happened in many years!"

Another graduate student stood up and said to David: "I said David, where did you find the plague god, and cooperated with Harvard University's computer laboratory, and was trampled so badly."

David beat him and said, "Ahaha, I'm just a very familiar old friend on the Internet, that's the FD on the Internet!"

"FD? No wonder, rumored that he is a computer expert in a national laboratory. You are so familiar with him, do you know anything?"

"Haha, he refused to say that. After asking several times, he always talked about the ghost address of the fun and said that he was a middle school student!"

"Shit, we are still elementary school students!"
Chapter completed!