Time flew by, and it was Friday afternoon.
Ming Li stood in front of a net bar called "Black Net Bar." She touched the Mao Zedong bills her foster mother, Jiang Mu, had given her that morning, thought for a moment, and then stepped inside.
The system in her space saw its host standing at the entrance of the net bar and was curious about what she was going to do. Then it saw its host lift her foot and walk in, and the system was stunned.
Upon entering the net bar, Ming Li's brows furrowed slightly.
The small net bar was filled with the smell of instant noodles and second-hand smoke. Ming Li, with a frown, walked to the front desk, paid, and took a seat in an empty spot in the last row.
Ming Li skillfully turned on the computer. Her slender, beautiful fingers flew across the keyboard, making a rapid clattering sound that drew many curious glances.
The system in her space watched its host's astonishing move with confusion, almost losing its jaw.
System: ...?! No! Host, how do you know computers?! And you use them so skillfully!
The system curiously opened its mouth: Host... Host.
"Shut up." Before the system could even finish its "Host," Ming Li coldly interrupted.
System: ...?! It shut up, feeling wronged and aggrieved. Sob! It was scolded by its host!
Before the system could wallow in self-pity, it found itself in a completely dark space.
System: ...?! So, it was locked in the "black room" by its host?! Sob! The system continued its self-pity. It was so hard being a system!!
Half an hour passed like this.
Thirty minutes later, Ming Li emerged from the Black Net Bar with her backpack, a satisfied expression on her face. Looking at the account balance on her phone, Ming Li's lips curved upwards, revealing a beautiful smile.
The system, just released from the "black room," felt a chill when it saw its host's smile.
The system stealthily glanced at the phone in its host's hand. When it saw the string of zeros on the illuminated screen, it was utterly astonished!
Holy moly! What did its host do during its absence?! Why had its host suddenly become a little rich woman?! Where did its host get all this money?! Did its host rob a bank while it wasn't looking?!
The system's face was full of bewilderment. It had many questions for Ming Li, but it didn't dare to ask, fearing it would be locked in the "black room" again by its heartless host. The system felt like a weak and pitiable entity. It was so hard being a system! The system sighed to itself countless times.
Ming Li turned off her phone, put it back into her pocket, and headed home with her backpack.
The net bar Ming Li visited was not far from the rented apartment of Jiang Fu and Jiang Mu. It was just around the corner, through a long alley, and across a road.
At this moment, Ming Li stood at the entrance of the alley, listening to a somewhat familiar voice coming from within. Her expression was unreadable.
Ming Li: ...?! Isn't that the voice of her deskmate? Why is he here? His home isn't around here, is it?
Ming Li frowned and stepped into the alley. Sure enough, she saw her deskmate, Xie Nanchu, but Xie Nanchu was currently surrounded by a few thugs holding clubs.