He and His Nation

My name is Fan Qibo, and I swear by the motto, "Betel nuts and cigarettes make you unstoppable."

"What do you think you're doing? Huh?!" Fan Jianguo slammed a hand on the table, making the teacup lid rattle. "Hanging around internet cafes with that bunch of hooligans? Chewing that nasty betel nut? Smoking those death sticks?! Turning into a street punk?!"

"A street punk's still better than a living corpse!" Fan Qibo jerked his head up, two flames burning in his eyes. "I've had enough! Enough of being beaten down by grades every single day! Enough of you going on and on about other people's kids!" He panted like a trapped beast backed into a corner. "Beijing! I'm going to Beijing!"