Chapter 3 Who is Cristiano Ronaldo and Messi?
"It's over, it's over..."
When he walked into the classroom, Hu Lai was mumbling something with a sad look on his face.
He was very upset that he couldn't play the game last night, but now he couldn't care less about it, because when he woke up, he realized a very serious problem - all his facial data yesterday was collected by that game. Then the game disappeared. Could it be a hacker's Trojan? Specializing in collecting facial data from kind people like him who trust others easily?
In this era where you can pay by just swiping your face, facial data is as important as fingerprints and bank passwords.
Will that mysterious hacker or organization use your facial data to steal your property?
Why am I so stupid that I actually believe that there are games that can be modeled using 3D scanning technology?
If there really is such an awesome game, why is there no news about it on the Internet? Why are there no reviews in the app store?
So this is simply a Trojan horse program!
"It's over, it's over..."
Hu Lai, who was sitting in his seat, had no intention of packing his schoolbag. Instead, he looked straight at the table and murmured.
He began to worry about the money in his WeChat coin purse. It was all hard-earned money he had saved from working hard to grab red envelopes in class groups and relatives groups, and he only had pennies and cents.
"What's over?" The fat man sitting next to Hu Lai, who had collided with him yesterday, asked curiously. "Hu Lai, are you in trouble again?"
Hearing the sound, Hu Lai turned to look at his deskmate: "Hey, Fatty Song, let me ask you something...if your fingerprints or passwords are leaked, are you afraid that the money in your WeChat and Alipay will be stolen?"
Fatty Song nodded seriously: "Of course I'm afraid!"
Hu Lai pointed at himself.
"What?"
"My password was stolen."
Fatty Song's expression softened: "Hey, your... then don't worry, your Alipay and WeChat accounts don't even have fifty yuan in total. Even if the password is stolen, I guess someone who hacked your account will see you like this." Your assets will be wiped out, and maybe someone will give you another ten yuan out of compassion? Wouldn’t you make a profit?”
Hu Lai was angry: "What do you mean? You look down on me? What's wrong with forty-eight dollars and seventy-three cents? No matter how small a mosquito is, it's still meat! If you can, don't snatch it every time I give out a red envelope!"
"Don't forget about giving out red envelopes. It's only one dollar and you still get a hundred cents... Damn, there aren't even fifty people in the class group. By giving out red envelopes, you can get back at least fifty-four cents!"
"Then don't grab it! You are the first to grab it every time!"
"Can't my hands be fast?"
"Okay, okay, hurry up, you're a fast shooter, you're always faster!"
The two people were noisy when a group of boys walked in from outside the classroom. One of them was Luo Kai. There were several boys surrounding him. They were discussing the football match early this morning.
"Caesar has completed another hat trick! It's really amazing!"
"Yes, yes, your uncle is still your uncle, he is indeed the 'Caesar the Great' Caesar!"
"That free kick was really amazing! Caesar pointed to the upper right corner of the goal before kicking it, and he kicked the football from there into the goal! The goal preview was really cool!"
"The point of the Emperor's sword is invincible!"
“The celebration with the collar turned up after scoring a goal is as domineering as ever!”
"Hey, don't you think Brother Kai is actually very much like the Emperor?"
"It's true, Brother Kai and Caesar both have the word "Kay"!"
Amidst everyone's praise, Luo Kai did not open his mouth to refute, but always maintained a smile that could make girls blush.
Apparently the adulation worked for him.
Of course, he did not imitate Caesar and raise his collar at this time, because the collar of his school uniform was originally standing up.
Just when Luo Kaizhi was satisfied, a harsh voice rang out: "Where did this Caesar come from?"
The compliments stopped suddenly, and everyone turned their attention to the source of the sound - Hu Lai was looking up from his seat slightly as they came in from the back door.
"What did you say, Hu Lai?" The boy who didn't want to be Hu Lai's father glared at him yesterday. He felt that Hu Lai was deliberately going against Brother Kai.
Hu Lai asked with a confused look on his face: "I remember you said before that Luo Kai looked like Cristiano Ronaldo? The reason is that they both have the surname Luo, so why did they suddenly look like Caesar? Isn't Caesar the Roman Emperor? He traveled through time Reborn? Can you still play football?”
The boy frowned and said: "What the hell is Silla?"
"It's not Ciro, it's Cristiano Ronaldo, Cristiano Ronaldo. Li Zhiqun, you don't even know Cristiano Ronaldo, how can you be a fan?" Hu Lai's sincere look on his face made it unclear whether he was asking the question seriously or not. Satirizing Li Zhiqun.
"You don't even know about Caesar, so you have the nerve to talk about me?" Li Zhiqun asked.
Hu Lai smiled confidently: "There's no point in arguing, Li Zhiqun. Ask everyone, do more people know Ronaldo, or do more people know Caesar? Speaking of the Emperor, I do know a player's appearance. The nickname is this, but the nickname was not a good one at first..."
Before Hu Lai finished speaking, he heard a burst of laughter from the crowd opposite.
"I said, Li Zhiqun, why are you and Hu Lai so different? He lives up to his name." Someone among the companions said with a smile.
"That's right!" Someone in the crowd pointed at his head, implying that Hu Lai had something wrong with his brain.
"I don’t know what kind of excitement Hu Lai got today..."
"He's been hacked!" Fatty Song, the deskmate sitting next to Hu Lai, raised his hand.
"No wonder! The loss must be quite big, right? I'm so heartbroken to lose fifty yuan!"
"What are you talking about? Where can I get fifty yuan?"
"I understand Hu Lai. It's better not to continue irritating him, otherwise Hu Lai will do random things! Let me tell you, Hu Lai is even afraid of himself!"
"Hahaha!" There was another burst of laughter, and everyone followed Luo Kai away.
Hu Lai turned his head and glared at his deskmate, and then muttered: "How is it possible that Ronaldo doesn't even know about it? What's the point of making excuses?"
After hearing what he said, Fatty Song looked at Hu Lai carefully: "Hey, Hu Lai, it's only fifty yuan. You're not really going to lose your head with anger, are you?"
"What are you doing!" Hu Lai said in a bad tone, "Your kid betrayed me just now. I want to break off our relationship with you..."
"No, who is Ronaldo you have been talking about since just now?" Fatty Song asked in confusion.
Hu Lai was very sad and angry: "Are you in the same group with them? Cristiano Ronaldo! Cristiano Ronaldo! Real Madrid's No. 7, and Messi are known as the 'Two Unparalleled Prides'. Don't you know?"
Fatty Song was even more confused: "What is Real Madrid? Who is Messi?"
Hu Lai opened his mouth to retaliate, but when he saw Fatty Song's appearance, he was stunned again, because he couldn't tell that Fatty Song's confusion seemed to be fake.
So he asked cautiously: "You really don't know who Messi is? Lionel Messi, the Argentine superstar, the successor of the world champion Maradona, the real boss of the Barcelona Club..."
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As a result, Fatty Song had more questions: "Who is Maradona? I know Barcelona, the second largest city in Spain, but what is FC Barcelona? And you are so funny, Hu Lai, tell me how you feel about being with Game of Thrones It contains a number and a bunch of titles..."
"You already know about Game of Thrones, but you don't know about Messi and Ronaldo? You still don't know about Maradona?" Hu Lai reached out and pinched Fatty Song's plump arm.
Fatty Song screamed, attracting the attention of the people around him. After seeing that it was Hu Lai's deskmate, they all averted their gazes as if they were surprised.
"What are you doing!" Fatty Song said dissatisfiedly as he rubbed the red spot where he was pinched.
"Let me see if I am dreaming."
"Then pinch yourself!"
"It hurts."
"You know how painful it is!" Fatty Song turned away angrily and ignored Hu Lai.
As for Hu Lai, he looked down at his thigh, hesitated, and then reached out and pinched it.
Then...
"Hiss—!" He took a breath of air and fell on the table in pain.
It really hurts! You're not dreaming!
They really don’t know who Ronaldo and Messi are? !
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