The next morning, during the first period, a familiar figure appeared by the door.
Skinny Boy.
He gave me a lewd smile before waving me over.
I wondered if he was here to pay his debt.
As I walked over to him, I saw him fish a 100 RMB note out from his pocket. "That's all I've got. I'll pay you back slowly. I hope you don't mind," he said.
"No problem," I reassured him.
He peered into my room and said, "Your class looks boring. I'll introduce you to a fun app!"
"What is it?" I asked suspiciously.
"Fighting the Landlord! You're good at it, aren't you?" he asked.
"I already have an app for that, but thanks," I replied politely.
"No, no, I'm talking about an app that allows you to play with real money."
"Got it, but it's fine. You may leave now," I urged.
"It's made by people from Macau. It's legitimate," he said, raising his phone up to show me.
"Alright, I got it," I said, shaking my head.
