Yu Zhaoyu is a regular at this internet cafe, and the seat he sits in is almost his exclusive spot.

Unpleasant experiences encountered in real life have been brought into the online world. As he swiftly tapped on the keyboard to engage in the second round of battling against the enemy in the game, he sensed someone standing behind him.

In Internet cafes, this is a common occurrence. Those passing by or lingering around are either simply curious onlookers or searching for available seats. If one were to be easily distracted by such trivial matters, wouldn't they lose completely? He was never the type to sabotage his teammates. Therefore, he remained seated, engrossed in the computer screen, fighting with great pleasure.

Zou Jing stood there without making a sound, quietly watching. The music playing through the headphones the youth was wearing was loud and powerful, enough to isolate him from all the noisy surroundings, perhaps unaware of Zou Jing's presence behind him.

With nimble footwork and swift finger movements, they let out cheerful laughter or curses as they killed with gusto. Zou Jing understood this well, as he had also played this game before. Judging from Zhaoyu's actions, he was doing quite well, according to Zou Jing's experienced eye.

While he was deeply engrossed, someone lightly touched his arm. It was Zhang Ziqiong who brought a chair for him to sit on, making him feel slightly embarrassed by the trouble caused by his old classmate.

"You're a rare guest, so I can't let you stand here," Zhang Ziqiong said with a smile as she handed over the drink in her hand. "It's a new one, try it and see if it tastes good."

Zou Jing took the chair and also took the drink as well, saying, "Don't worry about me, you can focus on your own things."

Zhang Ziqiong stood with folded arms and said, "What's the rush? Don't you know how relaxed I am every day? Everything is taken care of by my two network administrators."

Zou Jing nodded and sat down, glancing at You Zhaoyu who was immersed in the game.

Zhang Ziqiong continued, "If I had known he was your student, I wouldn't have let him in."

Allowing minors to enter internet cafes is indeed not morally upright, but it is also something that can't be avoided. Before he even had a chance to speak, Zhaoyu won a game and took off his headphones.

Stretching lazily, I saw my class advisor sitting behind me. I believe even the most rebellious student would be startled by the reflexive reaction. Zhao Yu's eyes widened for a moment, but he quickly buried his surprise behind an unreasonable facade.

"Why are you here?"

Zhang Ziqiong burst into laughter and looked at You Zhaoyu, saying, "You really are arrogant, speaking to the class leader like this."

Zhang Ziqiong was unexpectedly normal, but Zou Jing was used to it. Zou Zhaoyu had never called him "teacher" before, and when addressing him, he rarely used any form of address at all. Zou Jing sat calmly without speaking, taking a sip of the drink in his hand, which had a flavor of his liking - honeydew melon.

Upon hearing someone calling "Boss lady," Zhang Ziqiong pressed on Zou Jing's shoulder and said, "You stay here, I'll go over and take a look."

Zou Jing nodded, "Okay."

Yao Zhaoyu sat up straight and glanced at the time in the lower right corner of the screen before grunting, "I hope they're not here to drag me back to class. There's only half a period left before dismissal."

Zou Jing's tone was calm and steady: "I have no intention of asking you to go back."

"Why did you follow me?"

Zou Jing stared at the person who was not looking at him and asked back, "What about you? What were you doing following me from behind that night? Why don't you answer first?"

Yu Zhaoyu was taken aback by the question; he thought that following Yan Zizheng was quite natural.

Zou Jing smiled ambiguously and said, "I've been watching you all the way until I reached my residence downstairs."

Yu Zhaoyu felt annoyed and said, "Why should I bother to answer? You can think whatever you want."

Zou Jing laughed heartily and said, "I thought you were coming with someone to beat me up. After all, I don't please you. But I never expected that in the end, all you did was buy ice cream and leave."

Yu Zhaoyu still held the mouse in his hand, continuously clicking on the various options on the interface. With a disdainful tone, he commented, "Do I even need to bring someone to beat you?"

"Yes," Zou Jing nodded, "Since you're so powerful, why didn't you fight back when I kicked you?"

"I can't be bothered to retaliate."

"Do you know you're wrong?"

Yao Zhaoyu turned around and glared, saying, "Why should I be blamed?"

Zou Jing moved his chair forward a bit, tilting his head slightly to the side to maintain eye contact with You Zhaoyu. He said, "No one can control other people's words and thoughts. You have to learn to adapt to such situations."

Zhaoyu refused to have someone recite Buddhist scriptures in his ear. Why couldn't he even play games when he wanted to? And he couldn't deal with Zou Jing either. Beating him up? Yelling at him? None of them were long-term solutions. The tricky thing about this man was that he held the lifeline to contacting his dad. If he made a small mistake, he might be able to save his life, but if he made a big mistake, he would definitely be strangled to death.

"Do you want me to tell your dad about this? I want to hear your answer."

"Why ask if you already know."

Zou Jing was getting increasingly anxious: "What's on your mind?"

Zhaoyu blurted out, "I don't want to."

"Fine, apologize to Feng Yi."

Yu Zhaoyu looked at the man sitting beside him with a look of astonishment, as if he had misunderstood something.

Zou Jing continued, "No matter what, it was wrong of you to start a fight. If you dare to hit someone, you should also have the courage to admit it. As long as you apologize, I'll let this matter go."

The arrangement of the examination room before each test was always chaotic, and in the latter half of the class before dismissal, the entire teaching building would be busy tidying up and cleaning.

Lin Jinglei stuffed the books in his study desk haphazardly into the large book bag that Tang Shanduo had brought out. He didn't have to meticulously choose which books to bring back for review this weekend like the others before the midterm exams.

He never reviews his lessons. Not only does he not review, but the closer it gets to the exams, the more actively he thinks about playing. From several rows away, he talks to Tang Shan about going to the internet cafe to play games after school.

Tang Shan is still not giving up on that guitar, always trying to persuade Lin Jinglei to play some amazing skills. Only after realizing that it's simply not going to work, he decides to bring back two books and practice before taking action.

When Lin Jinglei was leaving school, he sneered and said, "Let's make a bet. If you can read a book when you get home, I'll eat all of your books."

Tang Shan'e sneered contemptuously, saying, "Then prepare to starve to death."

Class 17 was without a teacher to lead and set up the examination room. Clearly, the lack of efficiency was unbelievable. Even though school had ended, the entire classroom was still in chaos.

Yan Zizheng stood up amidst the repeated warnings from Ban Dai, emphasizing that nobody was allowed to leave before finishing their tasks, and walked out the door with his backpack in hand.

Just as Zhang Linjing and Tang Shan were passing by, he followed behind them.

The three of them had the same destination, and as they exited the school gate, they maintained the formation of two in front and one in the back.

While walking, Tang Shan was incessantly telling Lin Jinglei about the infuriating and inexplicable things he encountered while playing games, never pausing for a moment.

In the end, he suggested, "Leizi, why don't you go and meet him on my behalf?"

Lin Jinglei shook his head and said, "You've already mastered the basics of the large instrument, so focus on practicing the small instrument now."

Arriving at the back entrance of the Aurora building, Tang Shan continued to lead the way.

However, as soon as this person entered, he only took a few steps before turning around and fleeing as if they had seen a ghost. In their haste, they bumped into Lin Jinglei, who then took a step back and collided with Yan Zizheng behind him.

Hastily, Tang Shan pulled Yan Zizheng out together as she exclaimed, "Quick, let's go, I see the math teacher!"

"What's going on? How come he's here?" Lin Jinglei was asking Yan Zizheng. He felt that this guy's answer should be more reliable than Tang Shan's.

Yan Zizheng looked into Lin Jinglei's eyes and said, "You'll know once you go in and take a look. Are you scared?"

In front of Yan Zizheng, it would be strange to show timidity. Lin Jinglei pushed aside Yan Zizheng and was the first to walk in.

Speaking of Tang Shan, he's a typical cowardly person who pretends to be a tiger. With his teacher inside, he immediately gave up going online and went to band practice instead. Lin Jinglei just doesn't understand. How can a math teacher be afraid of anything? He dares to go in even when it's Joe the lunatic or Principal Lin.

At most, he would just endure some scolding or a beating, so what else could happen? He was itching to play games, so as soon as school let out, he would rush here. He wasn't going anywhere.

He unabashedly walked up to the counter as usual, paid, and collected the paper slip with his ID written on it. Then, he proudly sat down on the boarding platform a few meters away from Zou Jing.

Yan Zizheng came to look for You Zhaoyu. As he walked over, he kept looking at Zou Jing who was sitting next to You Zhaoyu. This director really loves to meddle in other people's business.

He approached and greeted without any hint of lightness or heaviness, nor any coldness or warmth, saying, "Teacher."

Zou Jing sat in the internet cafe for the first time and saw so many familiar faces. Lin Jinglei glanced at him arrogantly and pretended not to see him, then walked past. Yan Zizheng, with his schoolbag slung over his shoulder and his hands in his pockets, called him "teacher" as if he were the boss. In addition, there were occasionally familiar student faces coming in, and he didn't know what mood he was in.

Zhaoyu looked up at the person standing by the table and asked, "Aren't you going to play?"

Yan Zizheng couldn't understand why Zou Jingdu had come to make trouble here. He wondered why this little brat still had the mood to play. He raised an eyebrow and asked, "You're still playing?"

As Zhao Yu tidied up the headphone wires, he hummed, "Why not play? I came here to have fun."

After saying these words, he put on his headphones and had a smug expression on his face, as if saying, "I'm gonna crush whoever I want in this game."

Yan Zizheng glanced at You Zhaoyu, who was in a state of preparation, and then looked at Zou Jing, who was quietly staring at the screen. He turned around and walked towards the bar.

It was no longer the summertime of open windows and doors. The ventilation in this internet cafe had worsened, with a mixture of cigarette smoke, instant noodle odor, and various unknown smells. It was truly not something that Yan Zizheng enjoyed.

He could have gone home without waiting for You Zhaoyu, but for some reason, he, who was not addicted to online games, also decided to stay and play.

Lin Jinglei was typing on the keyboard, chatting with people in the game. Someone pressed the power button next to his computer. He glanced sideways and immediately took off his headphones, frowning at the person wiping the desktop with a tissue, saying, "There are many vacant seats over there."

Yan Zizheng threw the used tissue into the ashtray on the table and then discarded his backpack onto the chair, saying, "I want to sit here. If you don't want to be next to me, then why don't you switch seats?"

Lin Jinglei looked at the interface that was about to start the game. He couldn't be bothered to argue anymore, so he put on his headphones again and ignored everyone.

Yan Zizheng leaned back in his chair, idling away the time as he waited for the computer to start. His gaze then shifted to Lin Jinglei.

The coat was casually draped over the back of the chair. The sleeves of the light-colored undershirt were rolled up, probably to keep them from getting dirty. Half-hunched over, staring at the screen, they appeared even more nervous than the characters fighting fiercely inside.

"To the left, go left and flank," Lin Jinglei shouted to his teammate over the voice connection as he clicked the mouse. "Damn it, there's an open spot on the left!"

Yan Zizheng became captivated when he glanced at it. He saw Lin Jinglei's profile as he manipulated the little figure on the screen. He didn't know what had happened to him, but he realized that he had been staring at him. Quickly averting his gaze, he returned to his own screen.

I don't know how long passed before the person on the right stopped directing and reprimanding, taking a sip of their drink to moisten their throat, before they turned their head to look again.

"It's mine."

Lin Jinglei was drinking eagerly through a straw when he suddenly heard Yan Zizheng speak, and confusion flickered in his eyes.

Yan Zizheng looked at the drink in Lin Jinglei's hand and said, "I said that you're drinking mine."

Lin Jinglei immediately checked and wanted to scold the person, but he got it all wrong. His own cup was still sitting on the right side of his hand. After a brief moment of confusion, he placed his drink back where it was and said in a somewhat loud voice, with confidence: "What's yours is yours, but if you can't handle it, I'll buy you another cup."

Yan Zizheng looked directly at Lin Jinglei, raising an eyebrow: "No need, consider it a gift for you."

Lin Jinglei understood the meaning of scraping by from the food they mentioned. He shifted behind his chair, took out money from his coat pocket, and got up to leave.

Yan Zizheng's lips curled up, and he shouted at the figure's back, "Don't buy the wrong one."

Lin Jinglei appeared calm from behind, but looked extremely furious from the front. However, he had no choice but to go and buy another cup.

When the drink was bought and brought back, he no longer felt like playing. He placed the cup heavily on Yan Zizheng's desk and picked up his coat to leave.

Yan Zizheng watched that figure gradually move further away, picked up the drink, inserted the straw, and took a big sip. It was the same as before, but it felt much sweeter than his previous cup.

Lin Jinglei's mind was not in a good state. He randomly got lumped with a bunch of idiotic teammates in the game, and not only did they lose the game without winning a single round, but he also ended up buying a drink for Yan Zizheng.

These can be overlooked.

He had just exited the internet cafe for only a short while when he stopped at a roadside food stall and bought two skewers of grilled sausages. Before he could even take a bite, he was being followed by a big black dog.

He walked, the dog walked; he stopped, the dog stopped.

After standing there for a few seconds, he turned around and locked eyes with the stray dog. Deciding to sacrifice a roasted sausage for this seemingly famished little canine.

He bent down and held one end of the bamboo skewer, cautiously pushing the grilled sausage forward, waiting for the big black dog to come closer bit by bit. Unexpectedly, a palm-sized stone came flying from somewhere and landed near his feet. Startled by this, the dog let out a mournful howl and ran away.

Lin Jinglei looked at the three people who were approaching, feeling a sense of familiarity. If he remembered correctly, the person on the left was called Mizi, and those small eyes of his were truly unforgettable.

Mizi was talking to the boy in the middle, saying, "Tianping, that kid was there that day."

Lin Jinglei had one hand holding a grilled sausage. After taking a bite from the sausage in his left hand, he nodded, unsure if it tasted good or if it was because Mi Zi's reminder made him recall the coal-like boy named Zang Tianping.

Yu Zhaoyu was annoyed that Zou Jing was still not leaving. Although it didn't affect his ability to play games, it was still awkward.

Watching this game about to lose, he directly stopped playing and turned around to call Yan Zizheng from a distance.

Zou Jing stood up and gave way to You Zhaoyu, who was about to leave, not forgetting to remind him, "Don't forget what you promised me."

Dressed in a jacket, You Zhaoyu looked bewildered and asked, "What did I promise you?"

Zou Jing walked away without turning back, saying, "Apologize to Feng Yi for me."

He didn't oppose at the time, but he also didn't agree. Zhao Yu hummed and said, "I didn't agree with you."

Zou Jing turned around and said, "Well, then I'll go tell your dad."

Yu Zhaoyu angrily retorted, "Can you stop bringing everything back to my father?"

Zou Jing looked at the young man's face and said in a firm tone, "Apologize or not."

The paragraph translates to:

"Zhou Yu's hand swung recklessly, almost brushing against Zou Jing's face as they passed by each other. He said, 'Hey, hey, hey, you really are indecisive.'"

He took a few quick steps, wanting to catch up with Yan Zizheng, who had already walked out of the door. However, he saw that that kid Yan Zizheng suddenly started running, as if he had seen something.

"Dammit! Wait for me!" Yu Zhaoyu cursed.

After he saw the several people tearing at each other not far away, he instantly understood what was going on and ran off without hesitation.

Zou Jing stood at the entrance of the internet cafe, watching together with Zhang Ziqiong, who had come out to see him off, as the two youths ran towards several social youth who were currently engaged in a fight.