Zhong Yuan stood by the exit of a bus station in Huadu, looking down at his outfit.
A thick gold chain, as wide as his thumb, hung around his neck, glittering in the sun. Of course, it was fake, bought from a street stall for twenty yuan. The workmanship was so rough that every scratch was plain to see. He also wore a shiny gold bracelet, which was fake too. Its color had faded badly, and in less than half a day it had left a faint gold stain on his wrist.
But that was exactly the effect he was after.
The two of you will be covering my living expenses for the next few months. Zhong Yuan patted the fake chain around his neck and muttered to himself.
He flagged down a motorcycle taxi by the roadside and casually named a large electronics factory, asking the driver to take him there.
The driver was a middle-aged man with dark skin and a strong local accent. He cheerfully invited Zhong Yuan aboard. The motorcycle puttered onto the road. Sitting in the back, Zhong Yuan watched the streets rush past and found his thoughts drifting back to the past two months.
After his last fight with Sleepyhead, he had kept out of trouble at school for another two months. He had thought he could coast along peacefully until graduation, but clearly fate had other plans. Two months later, he got into a fight with another group.
These guys, though, were in a different league from Sleepyhead. They were old acquaintances who had held a grudge against him in his previous life.
In his previous life, he had dropped out of vocational school because of them. He had fought them twice, and overall, he had come off worse. In the end, the school had even pressured him to leave. After dropping out, his family had shoved him into another
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