On one side is survival. On the other, the future.
Eighteen-year-old Su Jian always carries two heavy burdens in his delivery box: one is a piping-hot meal, the other a stack of gaokao practice papers he can never finish.
Three years ago, he was the celebrated top scorer on the middle school entrance exam. Three years later, he was the most down-and-out student at a prestigious high school. It all began when he confessed his feelings to the school belle, Lin Wanxi, on the rooftop. Her trembling “I’m sorry” sent him spiraling into the depths of internet cafes.
Then, in his final year of high school, his mother’s critical diagnosis struck like a bolt of lightning. He took off his school uniform, put on his delivery rider’s jacket, and sped through neon-lit streets and alleys. He wasn’t just delivering food; he was delivering the future of his family.
One rainy night beneath a bridge, he met Mo Shanfu, who was covered in wounds and had lost fragments of his memory. The quiet man could take down three thugs with his bare hands, yet couldn’t remember his own name.
“You teach me how to survive, and I’ll teach you how to fight,” Mo Shanfu said.
And so, a run-down warehouse became their secret training ground. Delivery route maps became tactical battle plans. Su Jian practiced combat between deliveries, while psychological battles quietly unfolded at school and on the streets. By day, he fought off sleep in class; by night, he honed his edge in the urban jungle.
He discovered that behind Lin Wanxi’s rejection years ago lay a cold bargain: her wealthy businessman father had threatened her family. He discovered that Zhao Beijin, the rich playboy who was always at Wanxi’s side, hid an unspeakable secret behind his smile. And he discovered that the fragments of Uncle Mo’s returning memories contained gunfire, code names, and an unfinished mission.
The ticking countdown to the gaokao fell in sync with the monitor beside his mother’s hospital bed. The delivery box grew heavier and heavier. It carried more than his family’s livelihood: it held every card a boy had to fight back from the brink.
