Charles knew he was going to be one of the greatest informatician when he joined Harvard. Because first, he was at Harvard and secondly, he was finding the classes so damn easy. Conding didn't have anymore secret for him. It was his thing. And he didn't care about being seen as the nerd on his computers that didn't know how to dress well because he was going to be billionaire and they'll see who was going to be attractive then. Plus he didn't care about being attractive to girls or boys, Charles just wanted the biologist who was living in the dorms in the other side of the street to see him one day.

Okay, his dormates Lando and Alex were doing the same, watching the flat of the biologist and his two friends, hoping for one of them to be at the window, doing weird science shit -As good as he was for coding, Charles was shit when it came to biology-.

Today, Charles, Lando and Alex suddenly had an idea about a new website that could make each other's billionaire if it worked. Charles was writing the code on the window with a marker while Lando was putting a santa hat on his own head, thinking and starting their laptop. Alex was biting a pen and thinking about the program. "I mean we should perhaps need some of the biology data. And we need to hack someone's account or seal their passwords." He was sighing, scratching his eyebrow ans thinking about it.