They took the elevator down to the ground floor, crossed the street, and arrived at a small restaurant across the way for lunch. The restaurant was bustling—filled with office workers from nearby buildings—so it was doing very well. Gao Liang had always been frugal. Even after changing jobs and receiving a salary increase, he still didn’t spend a single extra cent. He knew the family remained financially strained: he had to send 500 yuan back to his parents every month, and he also needed to repay a 20,000-yuan student loan to his relatives. Therefore, every saved yuan counted. Without saving and being economical, 2,000 yuan simply wouldn’t be enough to cover living expenses in a modern, international city like Binhai. He ordered a bowl of soup noodles—just 2 yuan, a modest meal—and began eating. The restaurant was crowded: each table was surrounded by people, bustling and packed. The restaurant owner’s wife was working tirelessly. Gao Liang ate quickly and finished his meal soon. As he looked up, he noticed a young woman with long hair flowing down her shoulders, wearing a white T-shirt and black skirt—fresh, vibrant, and full of youthful charm. The dining area was packed. The girl was busy attending to customers alongside the owner, moving back and forth between the kitchen and the restaurant. However, it was peak lunchtime, so the crowd was thick and bustling. She carried the dishes ordered by guests through the swirling crowd, swaying and nearly toppling over—seeming completely overwhelmed, as if she had never done this before and was still learning. Because she was a beautiful young woman, several men with less-than-kind intentions deliberately leaned against her. Among them, a young man with long, golden hair and a particularly aggressive presence reached behind the girl, extending his hands with a malicious intent, slicing at her black dress with a knife. Yet, due to the dense crowd, the girl remained entirely unaware. The pocket at her waist was cut open, revealing a delicate pink wallet—now firmly held in the young man’s hands. What a shock, thought Gao Liang—how could such a theft occur so openly in broad daylight? This thief truly had boldness beyond measure. No way, I have to stop this. "Someone has stolen a wallet! Everyone pay attention—someone has stolen a wallet!" High-light loudly reminded the diners at the restaurant. Once this announcement was made, the diners became alert and began checking their own wallets. The young girl who had been serving the food, meanwhile, turned pale, her face expressing a sense of impending disaster. With a voice trembling with emotion, she said, "Mine! My wallet! It's gone!" At this moment, the tall young man, eyes sharp and watchful, saw the commotion and wanted to make a break for it. But High-light rushed over, grabbed his collar firmly, and said with firm determination, "This girl's wallet—you stole it. Return it to her!" "You're killing me! You're just getting in the way! I'm going to make you pay for this!" The young man exclaimed, his expression now fierce, and launched a punch at High-light. High-light was ready, stepped aside slightly, and tilted his head—so the punch missed. Puffed out his chest, the tall guy grew even more agitated, ready to launch another move. But his sudden movement startled the crowd, who all shouted excitedly, "Catch the thief! Someone's stealing a wallet! Everyone, come and catch the thief!" Frightened by the commotion, the tall guy took off running, confident that he now had the wallet securely in hand. "Stop! Stop!" High Light pursued him, under the steady gaze of the crowd. Yet the tall guy was an experienced thief—fast on his feet—and seeing the girl's anxious expression, High Light knew just how much the loss of the wallet must have hurt. Damn it, I'm going all out today. Drawing on his strength, High Light sprinted forward, like an arrow shot from a bow, charging after the fleeing figure. "Wow! Liu has returned! Just performed a 100-meter sprint!" The crowd erupted in cheers. High Light didn't pause to attend to the applause—he was focused on catching up with the thief and reclaiming the wallet. To his surprise, he effortlessly caught up with the tall guy, moving so swiftly it seemed as though he'd somehow gained an extra pair of legs. The man with the long hair had never noticed anyone moving so swiftly before, and was thus astonished. But when he saw Gao Liang approaching closely, almost reaching out to grasp his sleeve, his eyes flashed with anger, and his fierce expression became evident. He growled, "Today, I'll make you pay with a sharp knife in and a red one out!" With that, he drew the blade he had just used to cut his clothes and slashed it across Gao Liang's right arm with a sharp *shriek*, cutting a long gash that immediately began to bleed. At this point, Gao Liang no longer cared about the pain; with his strong left hand, he employed an eagle's claw technique—like an eagle grabbing a chick—and successfully snatched back the wallet from the long-haired man. Seeing his wallet taken, the long-haired man realized that staying any longer would not be worthwhile. So, while Gao Liang was still holding onto it, he took off like a shot and dashed away. Just then, the crowd and the beautiful girl who had dropped the wallet arrived. She took the wallet from Gao Liang with evident excitement and kept thanking him continuously. At that moment, seeing the long streaks of wounds left from the struggle, she felt pained and said to Gao Liang, "You're hurt—I'll accompany you to the hospital!" "No, no, we don't need to!" Gao Liang said repeatedly, and was surprised himself. Why wasn't he in pain? Just now, there had been a deep and long gash that should have caused significant bleeding and intense pain, with a large wound. Yet now, the wound seemed to be getting smaller and smaller. The bleeding was minimal—only two small drops had gathered over a while before finally flowing out. The recovery was truly rapid; the wound seemed to heal on its own. Gao Liang had discovered a remarkable phenomenon unfolding right on his own body. In the Sales and Technology Department, everyone was busy with their current tasks. The HR manager entered and called out urgently, "Anyone? Who? Who has a moment to go to the manager's office—the computer has a problem and needs to be repaired!" Her voice was urgent, indicating the matter was pressing. "Me!" A tall, stout male colleague stood up from the desk beside Hou Guang. Hou Guang glanced over and recognized him as Zhang Yingjun—newly acquainted (he's trying to appear handsome). Zhang is always cheerful and lively, quite entertaining, especially when he sees women. He tends to squint his eyes into a narrow line and won't stop staring at a woman’s chest for at least three seconds. As a result, many female colleagues in the company instinctively step back whenever they encounter him, often whispering behind their hands, calling him a "sneaky suitor." Yet Zhang maintains a confident, self-assured demeanor, as if to say, "I'm a suitor—I don't need to be afraid of anyone." He's usually quite lazy, but today, after the HR manager personally went to the manager's office and made a request, he was the first to volunteer. "Zhang Yingjun!" the HR manager called out, recognizing him immediately. "Hurry over to the manager's office—there's a serious issue with Xie Manager's computer. Go fix it right away!" "Got it! Got it!" Zhang replied enthusiastically, while simultaneously giving a playful grimace to the colleagues from the Sales and Technology Department, then smiled and The manager's office. Xie Ningbing sat at her desk, frowning intently at the malfunctioning computer, looking absolutely beautiful. "Xie Manager, I'm here!" Zhuang Yingjun beamed with a charming smile, his eyes fixed on the two prominent peaks of Xie Ningbing's chest. Beyond speaking, he actually found himself wanting to reach out and gently touch them. "The computer has been infected with a virus—many files won't open! You come and help me troubleshoot it right away!" The beautiful manager called out, clearly having been stressed over this issue for a while. "Let me take a look!" Zhuang Yingjun deliberately stepped closer, pressing very close to the woman. With the narrow space at the computer desk and his broader, fuller frame, he nearly pushed against the graceful curves of Xie Ningbing's body. Immediately, Xie Ningbing detected a distinct odor coming from Zhuang Yingjun and quickly covered her nose, instinctively rising to step back. Yet, while one eye remained on the computer, the other stayed locked on Xie Ningbing's front chest, where the soft, full peaks stood out prominently. The manager noticed the shy, lingering gaze. She stepped out of the narrow space and stood by the office desk. After a while, she asked, "Zhuang Yingjun, is it all settled?" "It seems so," Zhuang Yingjun replied—though even he wasn't entirely confident. "Very well. Now you can go." The manager spoke with a cold, firm tone. "Thank you, Manager. I'd like to invite you to the Night-Blooming Jasmine Café tonight." "No need. You go now." The manager gave him the formal dismissal. Zhuang Yingjun humbly retreated back to his desk in the Sales and Technology Department, still smiling with ease, looking quite pleased. "Hey! Back already? All set?" Gao Liang asked Zhuang Yingjun. "Of course it's all set. What kind of thing could possibly go wrong with me, Zhuang Yingjun?" Back then, I...” Zhuang Yingjun particularly enjoyed showing off in front of Gao Liang, just about to recount his long-forgotten, tangled anecdotes when someone beside him interrupted: “Zhuang Yingjun, please don’t do a news replay—this kind of replay has been going on for ages! Our ears have heard it to the point of numbness!” Both Zhuang Yingjun and Gao Liang turned to see a female staff member in a black suit, neatly dressed, glaring directly at Zhuang Yingjun. “Oh, hey, Li姐! Didn’t I just have a conversation with Xiaolong? Go on, go on, go on—men talk, women just don’t interrupt!” Zhuang Yingjun assumed the posture of a hero unafraid of anyone. “It’s business hours now. Stop chatting nonsense. If you keep doing this, I’ll report you to Zhang Manager. Don’t tell me I didn’t give you a heads-up!” The woman, Li姐, now adopted a serious tone. As soon as it was mentioned that Zhang Manager would be informed, Zhuang Yingjun became much more cooperative and stopped speaking altogether. A girl sitting beside Li Jie listened intently to their conversation and burst out laughing—so lively and endearing. "Xiao Yan, come over! We need to rewrite this technical document from scratch. It's due to the client tomorrow—let's get moving!" Li Jie called out to Xiao Yan, looking over and spotting a girl in a red dress with a hair braid resembling a swallow. Her appearance truly reminded her of Xiao Yan. Xiao Yan was always cheerful and vibrant, and she happily went to receive the assignment from Li Jie, who didn't offer any criticism—just focused on the matter at hand. It was clear that their relationship was harmonious and pleasant. Among the two female staff members in the Sales and Technology Department—one mature and composed, the other lively and energetic—the dynamic added a refreshing charm. In this department traditionally dominated by men, they were like two blossoms in a grassy meadow—endearing and delightful. With two attractive female colleagues, Gao Liang found his days in the Sales and Technology Department not only engaging but also vibrant and fulfilling. While everyone was busy with their tasks, Mr. Zhang Shijie, manager of the Sales and Technology Department, walked in from outside with a serious expression and shouted, "Who knows how to repair a computer?" No one responded—everyone was surprised. Didn't Zhang Yingjun have just fixed the computer a moment ago? Why were they being asked this now? "Can it be that our Sales and Technology Department, so proud and accomplished, has no expert in computer repair at all?" Mr. Zhang questioned, clearly frustrated. "The company has treated you well—how come, at a critical moment, no one steps up to do something for the company? Are we all just eating free meals?" With sharp eyes, he scanned the faces of every member of the Sales and Technology Department. Everyone knew that Mr. Zhang was a strict manager—when he was upset, there was no one daring to challenge him. "Mr. Zhang, I'd like to give it a try!" A clear, bright voice broke through the silence. Looking in that direction, it was Gao Liang, who had just arrived. "Can you do it?" Zhang Shijie asked Gao Liang. "Let me give it a try! I'll do my best!" Though Gao Liang couldn't directly say yes or no, his earnest and confident demeanor inspired many of the people present. "Follow me to the manager's office," Zhang Shijie said, then walked away. Gao Liang greeted the overwhelmed beauty, Manager Xie Ningbing, with his signature warm smile—a smile as gentle as spring breeze that eased her anxiety from the morning. Xie Ningbing studied Gao Liang carefully. Today, he wore a well-fitted black suit, a standard business outfit, his hair neat and clean. A white shirt was neatly tucked inside the suit, and a bow tie was tied at the shirt collar, giving him a particularly spirited and polished appearance. At first glance, he comes across as a sharp, capable young man—completely unlike the unattractive appearance he had just moments earlier. More importantly, the beautiful manager made a careful observation: there was a distinct, pleasant scent about Gao Liang—one that she couldn’t quite place. Was it his natural body fragrance, the scent of perfume, or something else entirely? She couldn’t quite figure it out. As a manager who had encountered countless people over the years, she had never before come across someone with this particular aroma. This scent was highly appealing to women, at least not off-putting—indeed, it stood in stark contrast to the unpleasant odor emanating from Zhuang Yingjun just now. One was heavenly, the other earthy; such a distinction was clear to any woman. From the very first moment, this scent would draw women to him, like the magnetic pull of a magnet. When exactly had this scent first appeared? Had it been there before? The manager pondered, realizing she hadn’t noticed it until just before May Day. Upon returning to the company after the holiday, it became evident that he had completely transformed—his eyes were bright, his spirit vibrant, his demeanor graceful and poised, exuding a strong, masculine presence, a true sense of rugged strength. He was truly a man of noble character and resilience, a rare sight within the company. "Manager!" Gao Liang interrupted Xie Ningbing's reflection, saying, "This virus is particularly unique—it resembles a beetle, but even more formidable. Not only can it disguise itself and remain dormant, but it can also spread rapidly, mutate, and propagate at a speed of 2 raised to the power of N. Currently, standard antivirus software is completely ineffective!" "Oh?" Xie Ningbing widened her almond-shaped eyes, forming a perfectly rounded 'O' with her lips. To Gao Liang, she was absolutely a classic embodiment of beauty. Because they were so close, Xie Ningbing's entire chest was visible to Gao Liang, her firm, full breasts projecting prominently, as if pushing out of her D-cup bra. Staring at the half-spherical white rabbit, Hao Liang's eyes grew blurry. His tongue felt dry, and he stood there, speechless! Xie Ningbing gave Hao Liang a withering glance, at the same time buttoned up her shirt, covering the exposed, tender peaks of her chest. This simple gesture woke Hao Liang up. He realized he had lost his composure—he had come here for a reason, hadn't he? Why was he now staring at her chest so intently? After all, she was a beautiful manager, a superior to his superior. How incredibly impolite of him! With this thought, Hao Liang felt deeply embarrassed, lowered his head, and focused only on the computer screen. Then, the beautiful manager spoke: "Hao Liang, with the virus so severe, is there really no way to eliminate it?" "Not at all. We can back up our critical data, then reformat the computer and install a fresh operating system—this should resolve the issue!" Hao Liang casually offered a solution. "I've been thinking this way all along, but, but, just now, just... just..." The beautiful manager couldn't finish her sentence. "Manager, could you please explain yourself more clearly?" High Light didn't quite understand what the beautiful manager wanted to convey. "When Mr. Zhuang Yingjun first arrived, we could still make effective arrangements to recover the situation. But after his interference, many of our company's key documents have been lost due to the virus—first they wouldn't open, now they've completely vanished. Our payroll is due tomorrow, and if we can't retrieve the critical personnel records by today, we'll be in serious trouble!" The beautiful manager, Xie Ningbing, looked visibly anxious. "Ah! I see! Manager, don't worry!" High Light comforted her and said, "Our priority should be to recover the company's most important documents. Give me some time—let me try!" "That's all we can do. I've been quite harsh with Mr. Zhang, your manager, just now. You were recommended to me by him. Don't let me down!" "The attractive manager expressed her hopes." "Sure! Manager, please take a moment—right now, I'm fully committed to handling this!" High-light knew this matter was of great importance to the company and that he had to give it his all. Now, under the manager's expectant and anxious gaze, High-light was fully engaged in the battle. He had long been familiar with this kind of severe virus. He remembered from university having taken a dedicated course: "Cybersecurity and Virus Prevention," where he gained a solid understanding of the virus's origins and transmission pathways, as well as the specific methods required to detect and eliminate different types of viruses. Especially for those playful, disruptive viruses—often resistant to standard antivirus software—High-light knew that a different approach was needed. Instead of relying on the existing antivirus tools, he would need to develop a tailored antivirus solution or patch, designed specifically to combat such cases.