My parents were notorious street toughs in Nancheng. My dad ruled the streets with a switchblade, and my mom was a tomboy who knew how to fight. Their greatest wish was to raise me into the kingpin of the streets. But when they dug up the provincial first-place certificate in the science competition that I'd hidden away, they blew their tops and launched the "Wayward Kid Makeover Plan" that very night. But how could I possibly let them have their way?
1. There was no sun at noon, and the sky had turned overcast. It seemed to have picked up a breeze, the kind of weather where the rain hadn't fallen yet, but the air already felt charged. Even in the sweltering summer of 2013, it was a rare moment of comfort. My name is Chen Xing, and I'm seventeen this year...
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