Chapter 20 Part 2

"What kind of crappy computer is this in your internet cafe!"

The software had crashed on Lu Yan twice just as he was about to finish, and his mentality crashed right along with it.

Xiao Heng said with a cigarette in his mouth, "Move."

As he spoke, Xiao Heng leaned forward slightly, reaching for the keyboard in front of Lu Yan. Lu Yan hadn't had time to pull his hand back from the mouse, and it was pinned by Xiao Heng's arm. "Wait, you know how to fix this? You're a net admin working outside your major who doesn't even have an ID..." 'This young master's major was clearly economics, the type who would inherit the family business. What could he possibly know?'

Although it was an awkward position for typing, Xiao Heng's hands were still very fast.

Even without an expensive watch or any other adornments, Xiao Heng's hands had an innate nobility, along with a kind of nonchalance that seemed to emanate from his very bones no matter what he was doing— A program window popped up on the screen.

The window was full of things Lu Yan couldn't understand at all, some 1s and 0s, the whole screen looking like gibberish.

Xiao Heng's eyes were lowered, a cigarette dangling from his lips.

Lu Yan always felt that this guy was expressionless no matter what he was doing, but it was different when he was typing.

Specifically how it was different...

Xiao Heng typed for a bit, blew out a puff of smoke, interrupting his train of thought, and said to Lu Yan, "Mouse."

Lu Yan's hand, which had been resting on the mouse, moved with difficulty.

"Click run."

Lu Yan clicked it.

The gibberish window disappeared.

The computer returned to normal.

The arrangement software Lu Yan had on his flash drive was still the same.

Xiao Heng let go and sat back in his original spot.

That whole series of operations looked pretty damn impressive...

Lu Yan turned his head to look at him. "Is my song back?"

Xiao Heng said, "No."

"!"

"You should rewrite it."

After saying this, Xiao Heng saw the black curtain move; someone was here to use a computer. He flicked his cigarette ash and walked unhurriedly toward the front desk.

Then what the hell were you typing for so long???!

The whole operation looked pretty damn impressive.

Did you just do it to hear the sound of it?

To hear the crisp sound of the blue switches?

Lu Yan resisted the urge to drag the guy back and beat him up, and opened the arrangement software to start over.

Net admin Xiao Heng sat back down at the front desk.

A few high school boys who had skipped class to surf the internet came in. "Net admin, computers for three. Do you have any seats together? We want to group up."

Lu Yan heard Xiao Heng's indifferent voice say, "Yes."

The high schoolers had their own concerns. They lowered their voices and asked, "Is your internet cafe safe? We won't get caught, right?"

Xiao Heng: "No ID?"

The high schoolers nodded.

"Safe."

Xiao Heng took the money and said something very convincing: "I don't have an ID either."

"..."

Lu Yan couldn't listen anymore. He put on his headphones and continued tuning.

He didn't notice that five minutes later, a few words automatically popped up in the top-left corner of the arrangement software: Auto-saving.

The line of text was inconspicuous, appearing for two seconds before disappearing.

Then, it would appear again after the next five minutes.

...

Fortunately, the software didn't crash again.

Two hours later, Lu Yan successfully sent the audio file to the client.

The client listened to it, found no problems, transferred the payment, and once the money was received, the whole process was complete. The transaction was over.

Lu Yan took off his headphones. After receiving the money, he habitually checked his balance. Including what the previous client had paid, his balance was now almost two thousand.

"A bottle of water... I'm done. When do you get off work?" Lu Yan went to the front desk to buy water just before logging off.

Xiao Heng tossed him the water.

"Four o'clock."

Four o'clock, so another ten minutes.

The timing was about right anyway. Lu Yan twisted open the bottle and said, "Alright then, walk back together?"

Xiao Heng: "Who's walking with you?"

Lu Yan was long used to Xiao Heng's way of talking.

He walked back with the water, sank into the gaming chair, and waited for Xiao Heng's shift to end.

The person on the computer next to him was actually watching a news video.

Lu Yan couldn't hear the sound, only make out the subtitles.

A familiar female host from the local TV station said with an unchanging expression, "...Recently, we received a tip from a concerned citizen regarding the whereabouts of the dangerous individual, Suspect Wang. It has been preliminarily determined that Suspect Wang has fled in the direction of the Lower District."

"According to the surveillance footage provided by the "Trust-Mart" grocery store, the man in black in the video is suspected to be Suspect Wang. Suspect Wang purchased two bottles of orange juice inside the store. The significance of this action is unknown. We urge citizens to be highly vigilant, pay attention to their personal property and safety when out, and under no circumstances drink orange juice given by strangers."

Lower District?

Trust-Mart?

Isn't that grocery store near the Seventh District?

Just as Lu Yan was thinking about this, Xiao Heng had already finished his shift, pushed aside the curtain, and stood impatiently at the entrance, asking him, "Are you coming or not?"