Y2K

In 1998, working overtime night. When Wang Zai woke up, he had finished writing the code by himself. No one told him that there was a secret behind this iron job. No one reminded him that there was another being who was calm, sharp, and proficient in low-level instructions living in his body. If he couldn't type the program, someone would write it for him. He couldn't handle the surveillance, and someone would block it for him. When the millennium bug crisis hit, he finally understood—— Those silent codes in the middle of the night are protection and a long-destined awakening.