C48 Bitch! You Deserve to Die!!

In the computer room, alongside their group, numerous other teams were deep in practice.

"Zhiwei!" Chen Xixi called out with excitement, waving her hand. "Over here!"

Qin Lang looked up to see the girl entering through the door, his breath catching for a moment.

Today, the girl had abandoned her usual fashion choices for a baggy sports outfit, with a black hoodie concealing her graceful figure, hanging loose and oversized.

Gu Zhiwei came to a halt in front of them, her gaze briefly scanning the computer screen before turning to Qin Lang. "Did you write this?"

Caught off guard, Qin Lang nodded slowly.

Before she arrived, he and Chen Xixi had attempted to collaborate on a simple program.

He had checked it meticulously, confident there were no flaws.

Gu Zhiwei arched an eyebrow, hooked a chair with her foot, sliding it back, and settled into it with a languid grace.

Her slender, elegant fingers hovered over the mouse as she pointed out several mistakes. "Here, here, and here—didn't you catch these issues?"

Qin Lang examined the spots she indicated and felt his ears heat up with embarrassment.

Despite his thorough checks, he had missed the problems, yet she had spotted every incorrect command at just a glance...

"Huh, it does look like there's an issue..." Chen Xixi mused, chin in hand, scrutinizing the screen. "Zhiwei, you're incredibly skilled!"

In awe, she gazed at the girl's refined profile. "Could you actually be one of those elusive experts, hidden in plain sight?"

That's how it's often described in stories: the true masters appear unassuming, their talents veiled.

Gu Zhiwei's current demeanor seemed to fit the bill perfectly—wasn't this exactly how a mastermind would act?

With her head slightly bowed, Gu Zhiwei exuded a cool detachment.

She unzipped her large black bag and retrieved two printed documents.

"These are the materials I've compiled over the past couple of days. Take them to the competition; they might come in handy."

Official programming contests allowed participants to bring printed resources.

Qin Lang accepted the documents and quickly flipped through them, his surprise evident.

The papers contained the most up-to-date programming information, some of which were so advanced they hadn't even made it into textbooks.

Yet, he recalled encountering similar programming content on a prominent international website.

If I'm not mistaken, the post was made by the internationally renowned hacker known as "W." Interestingly enough, on that day, W felt inspired to share his latest programming project on an international forum.

The documents organized by Gu Zhiwei contained many similar styles to what W had shared, though they weren't identical. He subtly lifted his gaze to Gu Zhiwei and, without showing any emotion, suddenly asked, "Gu Zhiwei, are you acquainted with W?"

The girl shifted uncomfortably in her seat, crossing her legs lazily. "I've heard of him."

She looked up, her voice cool and detached, "What about it?"

"Nothing," Qin Lang averted his gaze, chiding himself for possibly reading too much into it.

...

The first group training session went quite well. By the time they left the computer room, it was already 5 p.m. While waiting for a ride at the school gate, Chen Xixi yawned, her hand covering her mouth, "Zhiwei, I just remembered something I forgot to tell you."

"Hmm?" The girl bent down to rummage through her bag, pulling out a cigarette and placing it between her lips, then continued to search for a lighter.

Qin Lang caught a glimpse of the contents of her bag. It was a chaotic mix of items: earphone cords, cigarettes, an antiquated brick-like cell phone, a book whose title was obscured, along with a compact and lipstick.

As she dug through her bag, a black roll emerged from the bottom, resembling a makeup artist's tool kit, yet significantly smaller.