Data Stowaway

One year after Advent, other people's systems can gain favor, make a lot of money, and achieve success, but Lin Mo's [Self-disciplined Growth System] only has three tasks - running, reading, and going to bed early. Colleagues ridiculed him for being a slave to the electronic nanny, and laughed at his insistence as self-comfort. But no one knew that the lines of the wind he felt when running in the morning and the concrete glimmer of words when reading were all foreshadowings laid by fate. When the scarlet code tore through the light blue interface, when the dusty gears began to turn, when the line of secrets engraved with his initials emerged—— "What a useless system? I call it data smuggling!"