Morning came and Chen Xiaolian felt hungry. However, he did not feel like eating instant noodles. Thus, he chose to leave the internet café and walked outside.
The sky was turning light and some food hawkers, who operated with pushcarts, had started their business.
Chen Xiaolian stood in the street and randomly found a stall and sat down. On the simple, square table with benches, he ordered a bowl of bean curd – oh, he was of the Salt Faction. [1] He also ordered two warm Chinese donuts. Tearing them with his hands, he stuffed them into his mouth and munched down on them.
His current location was not too far from the school’s side door, a place that was located within an alley.
A dilapidated metal door located by the side of the school slowly opened up and a thin and short figure shambled out while pushing a garbage cart.
