Battle of the Rift

Chen Chao was huddled in a cramped rental house in the suburbs. The yellowed walls were covered with mottled mold stains. He was sunk in the shabby sofa that had already collapsed, holding a bowl of cheap instant noodles in his hand. The thick soup splashed onto the wrinkled cotton T-shirt, spreading an oil stain, but he didn't even notice it. On the day when the college entrance examination results were released six months ago, he sat in a dark room, staring at the dazzling numbers on the screen of his mobile phone, without moving for three hours - the pitiful total score was not even worth the price of a bowl of instant noodles. He was called a "waste" by his neighbors, relatives and friends, and even the most basic talent detector failed to illuminate a weak light for him, as if fate had already forgotten him in the dust. However, the twist of fate often begins in the darkest moments.