The True Mistress Has A Thousand Hidden Identities
/ The True Mistress Has A Thousand Hidden Identities Chapter 156 – Cracking The Account
“Hmph…”
Everyone snorted with disdain.
“If that person was anonymous, how can you find out who she is?”
“She will definitely hide her tracks if she's not a fool!”
“Quiet!” Dora patted the desk again and said disapprovingly, “We just need to crack this anonymous account!”
Everyone looked at each other, thinking that Dora was joking.
“How to crack this thing?”
“It should be very difficult.”
“Even if it can be cracked, who will crack it? We are not hackers.”
“I will.”
At this time, a lazy voice floated from the back row.
Everyone turned their heads to look back at the same time.
In the back row, Claire leaned against the chair, her eyes half-closed.
She said calmly, “I can crack it.”
Everyone was skeptical.
“Her? Can she crack this account? She must be bragging!”
Someone shouted. “Then show me how you will do it!”
Claire spread her hands. “I need a computer.”
“Computer? Who has a computer?!”
“We can go to the computer room.”
“Ok, no one is there at this point in time.”
Everyone looked straight at Claire.
It wasn't until Claire stood up and tidied her clothes unhurriedly that they left their seats in unison. They followed Claire, and flocked out of the classroom, walking to the computer room.
Phoebe had a silent sneer on her lips.
It was her who sent the email to the media.
But only a technician or hacker was able to crack an account, wasn't it?
How could Claire do this?
Thinking Claire was talking big, Phoebe didn't panic at all and leisurely followed them to the computer room.
When they came to the computer room, Claire randomly picked a computer. She tried the keyboard, and then pulled the chair out to sit down.
The students surrounded her.
Claire imported the link sent to her by Dora into the computer and pressed the keyboard twice. A bunch of codes appeared on the screen.
“What is all this mess? I can't understand it.”
“Shh! Don't disturb Claire!”
Claire peeled a piece of candy and stuffed it into her mouth before she got down to writing a code.
She crossed her legs casually, licking the candy. Her face was as white as a piece of white paper under the light of the screen, and she tapped the keyboard so fast that there were even afterimages, which dazzled the students.
Everyone was amazed.
Let alone whether she could crack it, that hand speed alone was enough to knock their socks off.
Everyone watched attentively and didn't even dare to breathe loudly. There was only the typing sound in the whole computer room.
Not long after, Claire paused as the computer screen went dark, and then an email account popped up.
“It's done.” Claire leaned against the back of the chair, twisted her sore wrist, and crunched the candy in her mouth.
Phoebe didn't care about the whole charade in the first place, but when she saw the email account on the screen, her heart sank and she subconsciously wanted to escape. However, there were so many people around her that she couldn't move for even half a step.
She didn't expect Claire to actually crack the account!
Everyone looked at the email account carefully.
“Whose account is this? Does it belong to someone in our class?”
“It looks a bit familiar!”
At this time, someone exclaimed. “This… this is Phoebe's email account! I sent her a file when I was doing group work with her before!”
In an instant, countless eyes turned to Phoebe.
Facing everyone's shocked and questioning eyes, Phoebe subconsciously wanted to deny it. “No… no…”
Dora questioned her severely. “Dare you to say that this is not yours?! There must be a record if you sent a file from this email address. Why don't you show us the records?!”
Chapter end
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