After Having Everything Taken Away, She Returns As A God

Chapter 461: Shocking! A Person Who Can Do Anything in T18 (3)

Translator: _Min

Outside, Feng San was organizing documents until his phone rang with a call.

The call displayed no information, and the number was empty.

Zero.

Feng San’s expression shifted slightly as he immediately answered, “What’s wrong? Is there an emergency?”

As soon as the call connected, a burst of laughter came through, almost bursting his eardrums.

“I’m telling you, it’s hilarious, ” the person on the other line laughed while banging on the table. “T18 really took a hit this time. Their system was hacked, did you know?”

“Whoa, which big shot did this? I must really pay my respects. It’s like they vented my frustration for me! Serves them right!”

“T18 was hacked?” Feng San was taken aback. “Who did it?”

“That’s the funny part. They have no idea who did it and are even trying to pin it on us,” the caller sneered. “If the master hadn’t been uninterested in competing, I would have taken T18 down a long time ago.”

Feng San ignored his boastful claim, puzzled, “But wasn’t their system built by him? How could it have been breached by someone else?”

Among the T18’s top leaders, besides the enigmatic chief and the action team leader, there was only the intelligence department’s head.

This was a figure who commanded respect not just within T18 but across the entire international intelligence community.

Such a powerhouse being hacked was indeed a cause for laughter.

“So why was T18 hacked?” Feng San inquired further. “Was the hacker just

showing off their computer skills?”

“That, I’m not sure,” the caller pondered. “Apparently, some message was left behind, but we didn’t get that information.”

Feng San replied, “No need to look into it. Just keep an eye on their moves.”

“Of course, always watching. By the way, where’s the master?” the caller was overly excited, already celebrating. “I must report this great news to him! We must recruit this computer genius. Then, what will T18 dare to do against us?”

Feng glanced at the closed kitchen door, remembering the conversation he had just overheard, and responded, “He might be cooking.”

The laughter stopped abruptly, the caller puzzled, “???”

After a moment of silence, “Wait, clarify that? You dared to let the master cook? Do you no longer wish to remain in your position? The master is like a god among men, a celestial being on earth…”

Feng San mercilessly hung up the call again.

Although he agreed with the sentiment, he couldn’t bear listening to it any longer.

Yet, when he heard Miss Si praising Yu Xiheng, why did it seem so normal to him?

Nevertheless, the news of T18 being hacked was indeed something to report to Yu Xiheng.

It was intriguing to consider who could breach the firewall set up by T18’s formidable leader.

Certainly, worth Zero’s effort to recruit.

Elsewhere.

In An City, at Northern State No. 1 Middle School.

Nian Yi’an received a package from Si Fuqing the previous night.

He found a new gift box, repackaged it, and wrote his deskmate’s name on the greeting card.

Just before the evening self-study session, while the other students were out eating, he quietly placed it on the nearby stool, then pretended to be oblivious and read his book.

Soon, the students started returning.

The gift box was quite noticeable.

“What’s this?” his deskmate wondered.

“Jihuan, who left you such a big box?” a girl nearby got excited. “Hey, could it be from an admirer?”

This sparked curiosity among the other students.

Lin Jihuan was quite attractive.

She had missed the school beauty ranking because her photo was a blurry snapshot from the sports field, unlike the others’ retouched portraits.

Knowing her mainly from her academic ranking, many felt more awe than affection, with only a few daring to write her love letters.

Lin Jihuan herself was only interested in her studies, with one new hobby: following Si Fuqing.

Soon, everyone gathered around.

“Open it and see,” a boy suggested. “What could be in such a big box? A computer, maybe?”

“It must be. Look at the gift box, all black, no aesthetic sense. I bet it’s from a boy.”

“Come on, Lin, the genius, let us see.”

Nian Yi’an buried his head in his arms on the desk, beginning to play dead.

He had intended for Lin Jihuan to take it home to open, but her friend’s voice was too loud, drawing the whole class’s attention.

Well, as long as he didn’t confess, no one would know it was from him.

Nian Yi’an thought Lin Jihuan, his study-focused deskmate, was prettier than the school beauty, Ning Tingyi.

But she was indeed a study genius, inspiring awe.

“Alright, everyone quiet down,” Lin Jihuan moved the gift box to the desk.

“Let’s see.”

The box had no shipping information, just a card with her name.

The handwriting on the card was unique and rather ugly.

Lin Jihuan took out scissors from her pencil case and began to open the box.

The students watched eagerly.

Inside was a leather case with a prominent rose logo.

Rosliand Moon, the rose under the moonlight.

A top luxury brand in the world.

RM had been trending recently, with continuous discussions online.

Discussions about Si Fuqing’s miraculous reverse endorsement effect were common in Northern State No. 1 Middle School.

When some haters claimed Si Fuqing would be replaced as RM’s shortest-serving top luxury endorser, RM itself posted sales comparison charts the next day, affirming Si Fuqing’s effectiveness.

The haters went silent once more.

“Skincare products?” a girl exclaimed. “Jihuan, you’re rich, buying RM skincare products? Wait, you actually use skincare?”

“Go away, my daily skincare is just facial cleanser,” Lin Jihuan muttered.

“Sending me skincare products instead of our Qingiqng’s photos.”

As a fan of Si Fuqing, Lin Jihuan naturally found time to watch the live broadcast.

Si Fuqing advised students to buy according to their needs and not to overspend.

Although Lin Jihuan’s family was well-off, she didn’t buy any, obediently following the advice.

“Qingqing? Si Fuqing? Our Lin, the genius, is actually a fan.”

“Nothing else, but Si Fuqing’s face is really beyond criticism. I want to get a photo too. Isn’t it said that looking at beauties can extend your life?”

“Thinking too much, she doesn’t have any selfies. The few photos I have are from screenshots of the live broadcast.”

While the students chatted excitedly, Lin Jihuan had already unzipped the case.

A large photo album fell out..

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