I am an assassin. My target this time is the genius hacker known as "Keyboard." The mission dragged on with zero leads, so I went to a bar to drown my sorrows. One thing led to another, and I accidentally slept with a repressed, buttoned-up nerd. I planned to ghost him immediately, but Ethan Clarke stuck to me like gum on a shoe. I tracked the IP address all the way to Keyboard’s hideout. The man I’d been sleeping next to every night was sitting in front of the computer, his expression calm behind his black-rimmed glasses: "So, the person you want to kill... is me?" Chapter 1 I woke up feeling like I’d been hit by a truck. Looking at the young man sleeping stiffly beside me, I felt a bolt of lightning hit my brain. He... he looked way too young! No wonder he was so clumsy last night... it was his first time. I shivered, trembling as I reached for his folded coat to check his wallet. The moment I saw the ID, I let out a long breath. Ethan Clarke. Nineteen. Thank God he’s legal. He must have Asian genes; no wonder he doesn't crack. I have a colleague in the Organization like that—you can never tell her age. Speak of the devil, my comms device suddenly vibrated. I grabbed my scattered clothes while putting in my earpiece and walking out. Vesper’s calm voice came through the line: "Lilith, Alta Finance’s trading system was breached by Keyboard again. We tracked the intruder’s IP." "It’s the Main Computer Science Building at Leyton Tech." I groaned. "Can you guys be faster next time? Do you know how long I’ve been stuck here?" "This is the result of five people working non-stop," Vesper said flatly. She continued, "The attack was routed through an internal research account... We suspect Keyboard is highly likely a professor at Leyton Tech." "Got it. I'll figure it out." I sighed, unable to stop myself from complaining. "You don't know how unlucky I was last night. These Ivy League types... you really can't judge a book by its cover..." Chapter 2 My name is Lilith. I’m a member of the international assassin organization "X." Unlike my colleague who uses the codename "Vesper," I only have the name Lilith. Abandoned at birth, the Organization raised me and molded me into a qualified killer. Not long ago, I took a contract worth five million dollars. The target: A hacker named Keyboard. Keyboard is infamous on the dark web. He single-handedly breached the intranet of Trans-Pacific Bank, leaking the secret accounts of dozens of politicians. Rumor has it that incident implicated diplomats from three countries, causing the Finance Minister of a certain island nation to "resign due to illness" and vanish. This time, the high bounty was posted because the client claimed Keyboard hacked Alta Finance’s main server. The client alleged Keyboard altered accounts and walked away with tens of millions. I’ve been on the East Coast for a whole week trying to find him! I even took a side job and zeroed a drug smuggler just to pass the time. But days passed, and intel on Keyboard? Jack squat. The Organization was useless, and the client was playing dead. Last night, my mood hit rock bottom. I walked into a dive bar to drink. Who knew I’d end up in bed with some random nerd? The kid looked like a straight-A student, but once the clothes came off... let's just say he was built. The terrifying part? He was a virgin. All equipment, no technique. Thinking about last night still gives me shivers. The last time I was this exhausted, I spent three nights fighting mercenaries in the Amazon. Thinking of Ethan’s sleeping face before I left, I felt even more annoyed. Once Keyboard is dead, I am never coming back to the East Coast! Chapter 3 Wearing a white sundress, I walked into the computer lab at Leyton Tech, trying my best to blend in as a normal college student. In my backpack, alongside a textbook, was my trusty P226. On the podium stood a spirited old man, Professor Breen. He was the Vice Dean of Computer Science and the Organization's prime suspect. I planned to observe him closely, but the lecture sounded like alien language to me. As I listened, my head started to droop... "You there—yes, you in the white dress. Explain the applicability of Dijkstra's algorithm in graphs with negative weights." I jolted upright to see Breen frowning at me. Dijk... what? I couldn't even spell that. Panic rising, I frantically tapped the thigh of the guy sitting next to me under the table. Suddenly, my hand was grabbed. I turned my head and realized the person holding my hand was... him! The kid with the terrible technique! Damn it, he’s a student at Leyton Tech? He quickly scribbled something on a notepad and slid it in front of me. I stammered as I read it: "Uh... Dijkstra is not applicable for graphs containing negative weight edges..." "Fine. Stop reading." Breen rolled his eyes, deciding to let me off. The old man raised an eyebrow at Ethan. "Ethan, is this your girlfriend? Unexpected. I thought you were—" "Yes." "No!" We spoke at the same time. Whispers broke out across the classroom. Breen shrugged, addressing the class. "Let me teach you a pickup line. You can tell your future partner: My love for you is like Dijkstra in graph theory—globally optimal..." Chapter 4 After class, I tried to bolt, but Ethan grabbed my wrist. I had a hundred ways to drop him, but I’d probably be arrested for assaulting a student. I forced a smile. "Sorry, classmate, I don't know you. Can I help you?" Ethan frowned slightly. "Why did you leave without saying goodbye? Lilith." Damn it. Alcohol really is the enemy. "I don't know what you're talking about." Ethan pushed up his glasses, his tone still perfectly monotonous. "That night on Kendall Street, you suddenly hugged me—" "Enough!" I raised my voice, incredulous. "Do you expect me to take responsibility for you?" "Did studying rot your brain? Ask anyone here. It was a one-night stand. Who acts like this?" A girl with freckles next to us poked me. She whispered, "Ethan is a PhD candidate under Professor Breen and the TA for this class... do you want to fail?" I took a deep breath and clenched my fists. The dark-haired man in front of me rolled up the sleeves of his cardigan and naturally helped me pack my brand-new textbook. Ethan looked at me quietly. "Lilith, let's talk in private."
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