Zhao Zijin ran away from the door and ran along the road. He nimbly passed through the bustling crowds and complicated narrow alleys, entered the vegetable market, and climbed into the bridge. His white sneakers hit the hard ground for the 1,236th time and then rose into the air, kicking in vain in mid-air. The man in black stuffed the brown paper document bag into his arms, clapped his hands, and left angrily.
Afterwards, Zhao Zijin stared blankly at the admission notice in his hand...