It turned out that Pan Junyu was born in Suzhou, a garden city in China. His father, Pan Weijie, was just a deputy department-level civil servant in the Municipal Procuratorate. However, he was ambitious, serious in work, hard-working, and strong ambition. Therefore, for his career, he naturally lacked time to take care of his son, and this burden only fell on Weng Li, who is a mother.

It just so happened that when Xiao Junyu was three years old, Weng Li was invited by the US side to go abroad with exchange scholars from both China and the United States. She loved her son very much and hoped to give her son a good growth environment. So despite the opposition of both parents, she brought her son to the United States from all over the world.

However, Pan Junyu, who has been naughty since childhood, came there without being as reserved as imagined. Instead, he never saw anything new. He was curious about anything new. So, he dismantled the TV, made models, made traps, shot slingshots... and made trouble. He was even more troublesome. He was a Chinese version of the head of the family, his clever and naughty personality made people scared.

Fortunately, Xiao Junyu was still a little awe of his mother and never dared to act recklessly in front of his mother, but the neighbors around him were not so lucky. If it weren't for his youth and ignorance, no one would be willing to complain to his mother, but if he could, he would just hide. But this would create a character that was not afraid of heaven or earth.

Weng Li is engaged in ophthalmology research. In the era when high technology was not yet popular, computers were only used for business and scientific research. Due to work needs, when Xiao Junyu was seven years old, he bought a high-end computer at home, so naturally this thing did not escape from his palm. When his mother was not at home, he started to fiddle with the computer alone. I remember when he first came into contact with it, he thought it was the keyboard of the electronic piano, and every key on the keyboard was beaten by him.

Perhaps because of his youth and intelligence, strong acceptance ability and high IQ, he, who has an average English level, looked up the dictionary and could quickly understand the instructions for using the computer, but naturally it was even more out of control.

After a long accumulation of time and knowledge, he gradually fell in love with computers. Perhaps with the talent of computers, his computer level was close to that of software programmers at that time, such as Python, C, UNIX, Perl, LISP, etc.

But over time, Pan Junyu lacked freshness for simple programming, so he tried every means to find new fun and excitement. The new thing of the Internet immediately became his prey.

Maybe the reason why children like to show off!

Pan Junyu was no exception. At the beginning, he had some achievements and quickly targeted several major official websites in the United States. After using various means to invade the website server, he wrote his nickname "Angel" (angel) on the homepages of each website. He wanted everyone to know his existence.

When he was 10 years old, he was excited about it for several days when he was successful for the first time. Gradually, he was not only satisfied with it, but actually tried to break through the firewall, invade the internal system of a private company, and start engaging in commercial crimes. Unfortunately, he failed several times in a row. But he did not give up when encountering difficulties like an ordinary child, but summarized the reasons and experiences at all times. So half a month later, he finally got what he wanted and successfully stole the secret documents of several large companies, and began to spread them on the Internet at that time, and marked "Angel" at the end, for fear that others would not know that it was him.

Some illegal speculators initially did not believe these rumors online, but after several facts proved that they quickly believed the information released by the hacker. Finally, they seized the opportunity and used internal information to buy and sell stocks in large quantities, resulting in losses of up to hundreds of millions of US dollars in several major companies. So the presidents of those large companies determined that "Angel" was the culprit and jointly sued him.

After Pan Junyu successfully steals commercial secrets, he does not stop there, and the development of the situation is even more amazing.

He was young and frivolous in his spare time to write several monitoring, scanning, compression and encryption software for himself. His goal after that was even more amazing. First, the US Justice Bureau. There, he reviewed the files of many serious criminals and secretly modified the genders of several of the criminals, making a big joke with the Justice Bureau!

Then he entered the US Department of Defense and changed their salary amount, resulting in financial chaos that month. He spent another 32 hours to obtain the source code of the receiving end of the US reconnaissance satellite, thereby openly controlling the monitoring satellite in the northern hemisphere. However, three hours later, the US government modified the source code and successfully regained control. There are countless other trivial matters, and there are many crimes about "angels" on the Internet.

Since this was a rare Internet leak in the United States at that time and was released after it was released, the case was special, and several major companies were even more afraid that the hacker would publicly steal more insider information to retaliate against them, so the company's huge research results were exposed in the city before applying for a patent, so they had to secretly seek help from government departments.

The FBI also spent three years to mobilize 30% of computer technicians to investigate the matter. The code name "Angel" has repeatedly ranked first and second in the ranking of hackers that the FBI wanted to catch the most. Together with Mitnik, the famous American hacker at the time, it was considered one of the most dangerous sabotage hackers.

If it weren't for Pan Junyu's call when he invaded the US CIA three days ago, operating the keyboard with one hand, so that he didn't have time to withdraw from the Intelligence Agency system and track down the FBI, the previous scene happened. However, after arresting him, considering his actual age and other issues, the federal court and the FBI did not open his identity and name to the outside world, so the Chinese name "Pan Junyu" was naturally not known to everyone.

Since the day Pan Junyu was secretly arrested, Angel, a super network hacker code that frequently appeared on several major American companies and government websites, has gradually been forgotten as time goes by! Only a few parties involved still had memories of it at that time, and the Angel code name also disappeared on the Internet with super hackers such as Mitnik. It will only be mentioned occasionally as typical examples in some computer tutorials.

The fresh blood of the hacking world has also sprung out one after another like mushrooms after a rain, and there are naturally many super hackers who challenge the "angels"!

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Regret is a mentally consuming emotion.

Regret is a greater loss than loss and a greater mistake than mistake, so I don’t regret it.

In life, people keep leaving or entering. So, what you see is gone; what you remember is forgotten.

In life, there are constant gains and losses. So, what is invisible is seen; what is forgotten is remembered.

However, does invisible mean that it does not exist? Remember, will it never disappear?

Time flies, and the huge roulette of time finally stays on one day in 2000. A red domestic sedan is driving on the crowded main road. If someone is next to the car at this time, you can vaguely hear the conversation between mother and son in the car.

"Xiaoyu, listen to my mother. You must be good at going to school later. Don't always speak English, and be kind! Don't be naughty. This place is different from that of the United States. The teaching methods are very different. You will need a while to adapt slowly!" My mother drove me to school. As her worries along the way, all her words never stopped. She said something verbally, and she was not right to let me listen, nor did she not listen. She was really afraid that if she continued to develop, she would become a copy of Tang Monk in "American Journey to the West". I would definitely not have a good life by then.

"Yeah, I understand!" I could only respond to the answer without expression.

Alas, there is no way! But think about myself, who made me have a criminal record? My mother's worries naturally have her reasons. Although I was dissatisfied, I had to add in a good voice.

"I understand, I promise not to show off! Mom, don't worry!" Thinking of it, I replied solemnly.

I have been imprisoned by the US government for five years. Although the federal judge at that time considered my young age, the crimes committed seriously endangered social stability, so the sentencing period was relaxed accordingly during the trial, and allowed me to take care of my daily life under the surveillance of federal officials and serve five years in prison at home. However, the judge's approach hindered me from contacting the colorful world outside and computers that I had always had a strong relationship with, and since then, I closed me in a small space.

If it weren't for great maternal love, my mother was worried that I would be too bored and disconnected from society, causing autism, so she specially issued me twenty book loan certificates from the New York Library and continued to update books every week. This made me today, making me much more knowledgeable than ordinary people, but the corresponding interpersonal communication was very weak. This is my biggest shortcoming today!

And after that incident, as long as I calmed down and stayed in the room, I would inadvertently summarize the experience and lessons and find the reasons for the mistake. Unfortunately, I still don’t know where the mistake was made, which allowed the FBI to easily arrest me. Whenever I think about it, I couldn’t help but feel annoyed.

However, as time goes by, I have gradually learned something, that is, to hide my strength and try to restrain my competitive habits. I remember an old Chinese saying, "The big one is hidden in the city, the small one is hidden in the court, and the mystery may be more suitable for me."

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"Junyu, the school is here, you get off the bus and wait for your mother!" When I recalled the past, my mother's shout suddenly sounded in my ears, which brought me back to reality. So I agreed with "Yeah!" and walked out of the bus. I took a few steps leisurely. Looking at the wide school gate in front of me and the smooth black marble next to me, I saw the words "Suzhou No. 10 Middle School" written on it with golden words under the sunlight.

Looking inside, there are many neatly arranged teaching buildings in the school, with many classical buildings and various garden landscapes adorning them. Is this the second-ranked school in Suzhou? It’s nothing special just to look at the appearance. Are I going to spend my year of high school here?

"Junyu, is this school good? Don't just look at the appearance. Although it is a bit shabby, his predecessor was Suzhou Weaving Mansion in the Qing Dynasty. It has a history of hundreds of years. Cao Xueqin's grandfather Cao Yin was an official here and wrote the author of "Dream of Red Mansions". Let's go to the principal!" My mother's sharp-eyed eyes and soon found a parking space in front of the hotel next to the school. After a while, she walked to her side. Without waiting for me to react, she pulled me straight to the administrative building.

At 9:00 in the morning, there were no idle people in the huge school. Students were in class and teachers taught. My mother took me with me and found the principal's office with ease. After knocking on the door gently, she shouted, "Principal Tan?"

"Come in!" After getting permission, my mother pushed the door gently and said, "Hello, Principal Tan, thank you for helping me! This is my son - Pan Junyu." After that, my mother gently pushed me and signaled me to call someone.

"Hello, Principal Tan!" Out of reluctance, I just looked up at the old man and shouted coldly.

"Hello, hello! Welcome to our school!" Principal Tan met with the mother and son in front of him, both solemn and elegant, without any fault, so he slowly stood up from his desk, shook hands enthusiastically with his mother, and asked us to sit down.

"Principal Tan, this is my son's file. Since he went to the United States since he was a child and came back last month, the file in China is still blank." My mother was afraid that the principal named Tan would not accept me, so she took out a file bag from her bag and handed it to the principal, glanced at me and added.

"Oh, basically there is no problem. After class, I will take him to see the head teacher. By the way, how is Mayor Pan now? I'm quite busy? This is how the leader is! Working for the people!" The principal just casually flipped through my files, paying attention to the time, and chatted with my mother with a smile, and flattered my dad from time to time.

But I was not interested in listening to their conversation, and my thoughts had already flown outside. Since I was thirteen, I have not had the opportunity to contact others, and my childhood playmates in the United States have long lost contact, so I can't help but feel a little nervous about me today.

I forgot to explain that my father went to work hard and became an official in five years. Before I returned to China, he was promoted to deputy mayor who was in charge of politics and law. The principal named Tan sold me a lot of face to my mother, allowing me to easily enter a key high school. As for how I scored in the future in college, he was too lazy to care. As long as 50% of the students could go to the key line, I guess I was not within his consideration.

When I was thinking about it, the school bells were ringing loudly. Looking through the window, the teaching buildings opposite became extremely noisy. All kinds of students were lying on the railings and quarreling in groups.

"Okay, let's talk about this! I'll take him to the class! Let's keep in touch, please greet Mayor Pan on my behalf." The principal stood up with a smile on his face, touched my big head first, shook hands with his mother and said goodbye, and led me directly to the teaching building opposite.

I followed the principal and looked at his back angrily. The old man actually treated me as an ordinary child and touched my head. Humph! I sneered secretly.

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School? To me, this is already a strange thing. Looking at the faces with the smell of books passing by, my heart also felt a little curious about the strange classroom, and I wonder what would be waiting for me?

After being distracted for a moment, Principal Tan led me into a spacious office like a gust of wind. When the teachers who were correcting homework saw the principal bringing students into the office, they raised their heads and greeted the old man enthusiastically.

He finally walked to the last row of desks and stopped, pointing to a man in his twenties and wearing a pair of high glasses and said, "Student Pan, this is your future class teacher, Shen Mingcheng - Teacher Shen, you can enter his class in the future!" Then he walked to the class teacher, whispered in his ear, and finally took care of me politely and left me out of the office.

When the teachers in the office saw the principal leave, they focused their attention on me and looked curiously at what the student who could ask the principal to come forward to open the back door.

And I just looked at the so-called teacher quietly. Being stared at by so many people, I felt uncomfortable all over, which made my cold face even colder.

"Oh, your name is Pan Junyu? I heard that you are an ABC who returned to China. This is the first time you have returned to China to study. Let me know if you don't have any problems in the future. As your class teacher, I have the obligation to help you. I will take you to the classroom in a few minutes!" Shen Mingcheng looked at me carefully. His cold face, loose blue gritted jeans, and his upper body had the big fiery red short-sleeved sleeves, especially the cuffs, which were twice as big as ordinary ones. Although he was strong, he gave people the feeling of a kind of wealthy family and who liked to pursue fashion. And such students often had poor academic performance, so they were generally not liked by teachers. Invisibly, I was lowered by Shen Mingcheng's eyes and was not favored by him.

"Yeah!" I agreed, and finally walked out of the office under the gaze of everyone, following the head teacher with sweat on my palms. The countless eyes just now made me feel very uncomfortable.

"Pan Junyu, this is where you will learn in the future!" Shen Mingcheng took me to stop at the classroom entrance east of the stairs, first introduced me, and then called on several students chatting in the corridor and drove them into the classroom.

I looked up at the classroom door sign. I was in Class 14, and then followed Shen Mingcheng's footsteps and walked into the special classroom under the attention of all the students.

Maybe I was born to be a type of attention, but I was treated like this twice a day. I couldn't help but have a cold smile on the corner of my mouth and secretly laughed at myself in my heart.

"Students, be quiet! I have something to announce! Zhang Min, go back to your seat!" Shen Mingcheng stood on the podium, staring at the student below, and suddenly pointed at a boy who was playing with a girl and shouted loudly.

I stood beside Shen Mingcheng and scanned the classmates below the podium with him. At this moment, I was laughing in my heart. Some of the man was named Zhang Min. How could he have the same name and surname as Hong Kong movies? It was just a gender difference.

A few months before returning to China, I watched all the movies of Stephen Chow, and that Zhang Min was the most popular among all the heroines, so I left a deep impression on me. Thinking of this, I carefully observed the man Zhang Min sitting in the third row of seats. She looked so innocent, it just made people feel cartoonish. I guess the girl next to me liked him, so the two of them flirted.

Shen Mingcheng looked at the students who were gradually quieting down below, cleared his throat and patrolled, and slowly said, "Students, a new member has come to our class today. Let us all applaud and welcome student Pan Junyu!" As he said that, the head teacher took the lead in clapping, and the students below had no expressions, just made do with it. Maybe they didn't understand why the freshmen transferred to their class after the start of the third year of high school?

After understanding the look my head teacher gave me, I stood boldly on the podium, met everyone's eyes, and began my expressionless self-introduction, "Hello everyone, my name is Pan Junyu, I'm very happy to know you!" After saying that, he bowed and quickly walked off the podium.

"What? Said it means not saying it, why are you so arrogant?" Unexpectedly, my actions caused boos from the activists below the audience.

Alas, they probably thought I had no ability, but who knew that I didn’t want to attract everyone’s attention, just wanted to be a slap student.

I think the previous five years were blank. Do you want me to shake out all my scandals? I am not a fool. For me, this is a big stain in my life. Otherwise, even if I pass all the MIT exams, why wouldn’t the school accept me?

"Pan Junyu, where are you sitting!" Shen Mingcheng seemed to have already signaled the students to calm down. He didn't look at me in his heart, so he pretended to smile and patted me gently, pointed to the seats in the countdown row and said, "In just a short contact, I gave him the feeling of being an introverted, indifferent, and autistic student."

And I had nothing to explain. I didn't need others to praise me, let alone cared about them. I walked to the last row with my head held high and my chest held high. Since I didn't bring anything, I could only put my hands in my pockets and continue listening to what the head teacher said, looking around with indifferent eyes.

"By the way, Pan Junyu, here is the computer class. You have to go to the computer to practice later, so you can go to my place to get the textbook after class!" The head teacher saw me sitting down and said to me, leaving the classroom without looking back.

As soon as he left, the classroom was immediately in full swing. Many students immediately left their seats and went to chat and play. I was the only one sitting behind me and watching them think about their worries.

Computer class? It’s great to have the opportunity to get in touch with computers on the first day of class!

Thinking of it, my brain cells were immediately in a state of high excitement, and the blood vessels were flowing at high speed, making me feel hot and excited!

More than five years later, computers have developed rapidly. Although my theoretical knowledge has been hungry, I don’t know if the actual operation has declined. The most important thing is, can the school’s computers surf the Internet?
Chapter completed!