When my father smashed my keyboard, I had just won the World Championship. "Mathematical genius playing games? A disgrace to the family!" I wiped off the blood on the broken keyboard in silence, turned around and walked out of the house. The underground team's invitation felt hot in his pocket: "We need you to kill the gods."
When I cracked the abnormal data flow in the game, my teammates were shocked. Only I know that it is the top mathematical model in my father's laboratory. The news was suddenly pushed: Lin Zhenhai, a great mathematician, is critically ill. On the screen, his right hand that deleted my account was twitching slightly.
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