The backstreets of San Lorenzo Comprehensive College are filled with a strange smell of inferior engine oil mixed with metal rust all year round.
The sunshine here seems to have been filtered by the thick industrial waste gas, and when it shines down, it has a sickly yellow color. On both sides of the street, mountains of abandoned starship parts were piled up like steel tombs, laid out in a haphazard manner.
"Fat man, how dare you ask me for 800 star coins for this broken deflector of yours? Have you been bitten by the starry sky beast as a dessert?"
Yun Yan held a stick of cheap apple-flavored nutritional supplements in his mouth, and the plastic tube was full of holes from his bites. He was squatting on an old engine hood without any image. The dark blue uniform of San Lorenzo College was worn loosely by him, with the collar wide open, revealing his distinct collarbones. With his broken hair scattered randomly, and his handsome face that has no blind spots at 360 degrees, he looks like a street kid who hangs out on the street waiting to die.
The scrapyard owner, the fat man, wiped the oily sweat from his forehead, and the fat on his face trembled wildly: "Oh my brother Yun, Master Yun! Look carefully, this is the military goods returned from the Orion front line! Eight hundred star coins, I would definitely pay for jumping off the building to vomit blood. If it had been anyone else, I wouldn't even be allowed to touch them!"
