[Quick Transmigration] The Truman Show

Shi Kuang picked up vegetables for him with chopsticks: a piece of green vegetable, a piece of carrot, a piece of green vegetable, and a piece of carrot.

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The old professor of the cryptography department, who corrected the papers, wrote down the red number 77 with trembling hands, took off his reading glasses after a long silence and sighed: "What a genius little monster!"

Another old professor said, "The most amazing thing is the serial killer's 63-character password composed of 340 symbols a year ago, letters, and may include punctuation marks, spaces or numbers. Even if we assume that each symbol Representing a single letter, there are 63 possible solutions to the power of 26..."

"There is also the fourth code of Kryptos' sculpture, the 4 encrypted characters of K97. After all, it is especially difficult to decipher a short code, which requires superb computing power..."

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With a score of 77, which is not considered a high score, Truman was exceptionally admitted to the Department of Cryptography.

On the day of the announcement, everyone was in an uproar.

No one believed that in TRUMANSHOW, Truman, whom everyone watched growing up, with average grades and always falling asleep while reading, was admitted by virtue of his own strength.

All of a sudden, all kinds of inexplicable, cynical gossip flooded the Internet.

On the day of the school report, Shi Kuang asked for leave as a parent to accompany Truman, but Truman sternly refused.

"Don't go." Truman sat on the sofa, his head almost buried in the pillow, with a face of shame: "It will not affect you well."

Was recommended by Shi Kuang to take a separate make-up exam, but the result was not good.

Truman felt ashamed.

Shi Kuang pinched the child's cheek, "Then you still go?"

"Actually," Truman stared at him seriously, and said honestly, "Actually, I'm very happy. I know you don't like things like building relationships and using power for personal gain. You can make an exception for me. I'm really happy as hell , is happier than lying in the numbers, I like it very much when you do this, especially..."

"The other day you asked me if I liked your oil paintings." Shi Kuang felt that the child was really painful, and rubbed his hair. "I like it. Because your password is very beautiful; I sent you to the password department because it is more beautiful." It suits you, it will be more relaxed and free to play, and will not make you too depressed."

Truman stared straight at him with bright eyes, "Then which one do you like best?"

Shi Kuang thought for a while, "The sixth picture."

Truman's ears were a little red, and he asked in a low voice, "Then do you like that painting, or the sentence in the painting?"

"like it all."

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In the end, Shi Kuang accompanied Trumen to finish the report, made the dormitory beds, and when he went to eat, he gave him a bank card.

Truman didn't want to pick it up, because Shi Kuang really didn't have much money, but he was still a little beggar in front of Shi Kuang not long ago...

The little beggar avoided his sight, lowered his head, and was still struggling with how to refuse, but his extremely honest fingers had subconsciously tapped a frequency on the table:

<I have money>

Shi Kuang didn't seem to notice, and continued to pick up vegetables for him with his chopsticks: two slices of carrots, two green vegetables, and then two slices of carrots.

Truman saw the dishes in the bowl clearly, tapped his fingers on the table and replied:

809 million

Shi Kuang didn't find it strange, but just sighed, "It seems that I will have to rely on you to support me when I get old."

Truman quickly calculated how much money he needed to save to raise Shi Kuang, and at the same time confessed to Shi Kuang, "I secretly wrote a few pieces of code for others on the Internet, and I got hundreds of thousands, which I put in a secret account; Then I let the money roll a few times... It's a little small, but I will definitely make more money in the future, and I will definitely be able to support you."

Shi Kuang smiled, "So I'm so difficult to raise?"

Truman nodded seriously, "You are not difficult to raise, but you still have so many wounded soldiers. Although in the empire, wounded soldiers can receive medical subsidies, but this part of the money is not enough for medical treatment, especially even if the treatment is successful, it will not be able to resume combat. Seriously injured soldiers, because the current president believes that in addition to giving due humane care, there should be no extra waste of taxpayer money. But I know that you have been working hard to pass the bill, but it was rejected by interest groups. In the future I will set up a company that makes money, and a foundation that spends money. They don’t help you raise it, I help you raise it,..."

Shi Kuang's heart was touched by him, he really likes the kid's serious expression every time.

After Truman finished speaking, he was inexplicably nervous, and tapped his fingers unconsciously:

<Will you let me raise>

The smile on Shi Kuang's lips deepened, and he picked up vegetables for him with chopsticks: a piece of green vegetable, a piece of carrot, a piece of green vegetable, and a piece of carrot.

Truman's heart beat faster, his ears turned red, and the corners of his mouth widened unconsciously.

"Don't be picky," Shi Kuang said, "Eat all the food in the bowl."

Truman froze instantly.

"Don't like me serving you food?" Shi Kuang teased him again, "Then I won't do it in the future."

Truman grimaced, staring at the vegetables and carrots in the bowl with bitterness and hatred on his face, and then puffed out his cheeks and wiped them out one by one...

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After Truman entered school, military training followed immediately. Truman, who was physically weak, was tortured by a month of military training and lost half of his life. At the end of the military training parade, he saw Shi Kuang in military uniform and epaulets walking on the stage. There were uncontrollable screams and exclamations from the audience.

Shi Kuang was still standing far away from him.

But Truman was not as sad as before, he only had a sense of urgency in his heart.

He believed that no matter how tall Shi Kuang stood, the only person who was qualified to stand by his side and was always the closest to him was Trumen.

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For three years, Truman was pampered by the old men of the cipher department to become lawless, helpless and responsive, just like what Shi Kuang said-relaxed and free.Although I often skip classes, I get full marks in every class.He was fascinated by the crazy numbers in the financial world, founded his own company, and got mixed up like a fish in water in the cruel business competition.After three years, he grew taller again. His facial features were already exquisite, and he lost a little childishness. He wore a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, which made him a little more gentle and refined. The corners of his mouth were always perfectly curved. The eyes are deep and indifferent.But in front of Shi Kuang, Truman was still the big boy who blushed at every turn and couldn't control the corners of his mouth.

Shi Kuang rarely went home, either in the barracks or on missions.The last time we met was half a year ago.Truman guessed that Shi Kuang was dealing with difficult matters, but he didn't expect that Shi Kuang would be involved in the latest arms order.

The chilling, chilling malice woven into an impenetrable web swept across the sky.

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