He raised his hand then lowered it.
Elliot hesitated.
It wasn't that he was afraid of offending the professor; Elliot was a bit socially anxious.
He looked left and right. On his left, a student was recording the lecture video with their phone, while on his right, a student was rapidly taking notes on their laptop.
Elliot picked up the laptop from the desk, placed it on his lap, leaned back slightly, trying his best to avoid the gazes of the students beside him.
"Clatter..."
His fingers flew like lightning, rapidly typing on the keyboard.
Two or three minutes later, the content of the large screen lecture appeared on the laptop screen.
Elliot had successfully infiltrated the classroom's multimedia system and gained control of the large screen.
Without the slightest hesitation, he directly modified the lecture content.
First, he deleted the original algorithm formula, then replaced it with a new one.
"Huh?"
In the front row, a boy wearing glasses was the first to notice the anomaly on the large screen. He blinked his eyes in confusion, adjusted his glasses, thinking he had seen wrong.
"Hey? What's going on?" A girl in the second row also noticed something unusual.
The professor was a meter or two away from the podium at the moment and hadn't touched the lecture. How did the lecture content on the large screen modify itself?
"Hey, hey? How did it change?" A boy sitting in the middle row with a middle-parted hairstyle looked surprised.
He was just about to copy the algorithm formula from the lecture; how did it change?
Can such an important formula just be changed?
No... The boy immediately realized something was wrong. The professor himself was standing away from the podium at this time and hadn't touched the laptop on the desk.
The professor didn't move, so the lecture couldn't modify itself.
"Am I seeing things?"
"Hey, did you see that?"
"How did the lecture content change?"
"What? What changed?"
"An algorithm formula changed."
"The professor didn't do it himself. What's going on?"
...
More and more students noticed the anomaly.
Professor Chen was still lecturing earnestly and didn't notice the students' unusual reactions immediately.
"Professor, your lecture has been changed!"
At this moment, a boy in the first row wearing a plaid shirt stood up, pointed at the large screen, and shouted a reminder.
Hearing this, Professor Chen turned around in confusion and only then discovered that someone had tampered with the lecture content.
"What's going on?" A young male teacher also noticed the anomaly and quickly walked up to the podium. "Professor, is there a problem with the system? Should we try restarting it?"
"Wait, don't touch it yet!"
Professor Chen quickly spoke to stop him, hurried to the front of the large screen, and stared at the modified algorithm formula on the lecture with wide eyes.
This was a completely new algorithm formula.
Professor Chen was first surprised, then gradually frowned deeply.
Immediately after, the professor walked to the blackboard nearby, picked up a piece of chalk, and began to deduce as if no one else was there.
The students below the stage exchanged glances, unable to understand the professor's reaction.
"What's happening?"
"What's wrong with the professor?"
"Could someone be deliberately causing trouble?"
...
The students whispered to each other, but no one could figure out what was going on.
Meanwhile, the instigator of all this, Elliot, quietly closed his laptop and, while no one was paying attention, secretly slipped out through the back door of the classroom.
It wasn't until the next day that Elliot learned from the class group chat that what happened last night had actually alarmed several professors in the school's Computer Science department.
The counselor questioned each student one by one, trying to find the person who modified the lecture. Elliot was also asked; naturally, he didn't admit it, pretending not to know anything, and got away with it.
After leaving the lecture hall, Elliot returned to his dorm and continued studying.
Time passed by unnoticed. It wasn't until eleven at night that he stopped writing, got up, and made himself a cup of hot milk.
Holding the warm milk, Elliot returned to his computer, ready to relax for a bit.
"Beep!"
A message suddenly popped up on the computer screen, the bright red text particularly eye-catching: "Crimson Hacker Base calls upon all
Elliot sat up straight and moved the mouse to click the message.
The webpage redirected to a website with a red background—Crimson Hacker Base, one of the Federation's largest
On the website's homepage, a stirring battle cry was pinned at the top: "Calling all
It was related to Yamato.
Elliot frowned slightly and opened a search engine.
Returning to the website, Elliot clicked on one of the group numbers.
A few seconds later, his application was approved, and he successfully entered the group.
This was a large group that could accommodate 2000 people. At this time, there were already 1620 members in the group, and the number was still increasing.
The group was buzzing with activity.
(End of this chapter)
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Translator and Editor - Husband
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