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I was jolted awake for the third time by the mocking laughter of the math class representative, as chalk dust settled softly on my eyelashes.
Li Qiang kicked my desk with precision, the force and angle flawless, even the half-leaf of ginkgo stuck to the side of his sneakers seemed frozen like a marionette paused mid-performance.
"Want to borrow my physics notes?"
I grabbed the deformed strap of my backpack to block him, my nails digging into my palm. The setting sun refracted through his ear studs, casting tiny specks of light, and when he laughed, the shadow of his canine teeth against his lower lip looked like a meticulously designed stage makeup.
As I followed him into Wutong Alley, I nearly stumbled from the overwhelming scent of lavender that hit me like a wave.
Inside the three-story villa, the floor-to-ceiling windows illuminated the living room with a harsh, surgical white light from the crystal chandelier. A woman in a Chanel suit was trimming roses, while Li Qiang tossed my backpack onto the marble floor at the entrance, the dull thud startling a Persian cat off the leather sofa.
When the red light indicating "Incorrect Password" pierced my retina for the eleventh time, the security guard's flashlight beam had already swept across the crack of the academic affairs office door.
Huddled behind a filing cabinet, I listened to my heart pounding violently and suddenly realized that each restart was enhancing my muscle memory—this time, my evasive maneuver was 0.3 seconds faster than last.
The iron door of the abandoned chemistry classroom finally unlocked on the ninth cycle.
Li Qiang's lowered voice mixed with the clinking of test tubes: "The surveillance records must... same place..."
My spine straightened against the wall tiles as a cold sensation shot up from my tailbone to the crown of my head. When they mentioned "dealing with it," a sudden spring thunder outside startled me into knocking over a fire extinguisher.
Xiao Ya was squatting in a corner of the library, gnawing on "Introduction to Python," looking like a squirrel caught stealing food.
She jumped at my sudden appearance, her pen leaving a long ink mark across "C++ Primer," with eraser shavings sticking to her hair as she breathed.
"Do you want to hack into the academic affairs system too?"
When she asked this, her round glasses slipped down to her nose, revealing dark circles beneath her eyes.
As we attempted our twenty-third brute-force attack, morning light crept through a hole in the computer lab curtains.
Xiao Ya suddenly grabbed my wrist; her fingertips were cold, reminding me of the sweat on my neck during each restart.
"The control panel in the broadcasting room," she said, her voice trembling, "I saw them pairing via Bluetooth during repairs last week..."
In the chime of midnight, we curled up beneath the broadcasting station, gnawing on cold rice balls.
Xiao Ya suddenly let out a soft laugh, "If we get caught by security again this time, remind me to wear thick socks for the next cycle."
The blue light from the monitor reflected in her pupils, like a nebula hiding the entire galaxy. As the code swam into the Broadcast System like living tadpoles, I could hear the pulsing of my temples resonating with the hum of the building's electrical circuits.
Li Qiang's roar suddenly erupted from the end of the corridor. In that moment, as I nervously pressed the send button, I caught a glimpse of Xiao Ya shoving the USB drive into her uniform pocket. The dull pain of the security guard's rubber baton striking my back came five seconds later than usual—just enough time for me to see all the emergency lights in the classrooms flicker on simultaneously, like countless eyes opening in the darkness.
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