The other party's provocation just happened to hit Mu Fan. That one-percent chance had appeared at precisely this moment.
Black had long since built a corresponding database from Mu Fan's tone of voice and physical responses. Based on Mu Fan's current condition...
The probability of the other party being unlucky next would soar above 85%.
So Black quietly made a few adjustments within Dingchuan Academy's network.
At the same time, Feng Yu, who was in the Network Information Monitoring Department, suddenly pushed up his Glasses and narrowed his eyes at the light screen.
"What is it, Senior?"
"A mysterious network fluctuation. 'He' is back." Feng Yu's hands fell upon the control panel like phantoms.
A moment later, Dingchuan Academy's foremost network genius muttered:
"'His' techniques have become even more powerful."
"What happened, Senior!?" a student beside him asked cautiously.
"The data throughput has increased. The other party seems to have accessed a section of surveillance and intends to share it across the entire network."
In other words, that mysterious hacker seemed to be about to start a livestream within the academy.
Like an ordinary passerby, Mu Fan quietly walked down the wooden bridge and headed toward the crowd gathered in a circle.
His soundless footsteps disturbed no one, and no one noticed the utterly ordinary young man.
Standing quietly at the edge of the crowd, Mu Fan looked at the student in front of him, who was half a head taller than him.
He politely patted the man on the shoulder.
"Who are you?" The student who had been tapped turned around unhappily and looked down at Mu Fan.
He was somewhat thin and shorter than the student.
Dappled shadows cast through gaps in the trees made his sharply defined features stand out.
If not for the fairly polite