On the day I was stuck in the toilet licking the floor tiles and filming the humiliating video, I didn't cry, I just wrote the first name on the scratch paper. On the second day, the bullies in the grade rebelled against each other; on the third day, the competition geniuses destroyed their houses in public; a week later, the entire Mingde Middle School began to take their turn one by one, as if they were infected by the plague. No one knows that during the day, the loser who has the lowest total score and is trampled on by others is the hacker "K" who is among the top three in the dark web bounty list at night. I don't flip tables, I don't make noise, and I'm not in a hurry to prove myself. I am only responsible for gently putting pen to paper when they are most proud, and letting them destroy their future, reputation and life with their own hands. When the big screen in the final auditorium lights up, the whole school will understand that the real person to be afraid of is never the genius on the stage, but the person in the corner who has been writing drafts.
