Chapter 0: I Hope He's Not Clairvoyant

[June 2016]

"Payment's overdue!"

That was the last thing Wang Canghai heard as his face was plunged down into the sink, the shallow water pouring from the faucet flooding his nose and mouth and causing him to cough as he resurfaced. The grip on the back of his hair was tight, painfully so.

He couldn't breathe, choking on the water that gurgled in his mouth and nose.

"Good afternoon, garbage patch," a boy sneered from behind him, danfeng eyes narrowing. A familiar view of haphazard bed hair, sunken cheeks, and eyebags—it was Liang Shen. The so-called "king" of the school, and the students, his peasants.

Wang Canghai, of course, was his favorite sandbag.

"This is your last chance to get in my good graces," Liang Shen said, eyes curling in a half-crescent. "After all, tomorrow's graduation."

Usually, every Friday, Liang Shen would collect ten kuai from his list of victims. Today was an exception, being a Thursday, with the next day being their official graduation from Xinan junior highschool.

Still choking from the water, Wang Canghai answered, "I'm utterly grateful for this chance." For some unknown reason, a sudden burst of confidence had slipped out of his usual depressed shell—perhaps because he knew he was most likely never going to see Liang Shen again after graduation.

After all, Liang Shen was smart, and would likely get into a better highschool through the Zhongkao. Wang Canghai couldn't even get his mother to be proud of him.

Liang Shen's lip curled. "Just what I expected from you." Then, he pushed Wang Canghai's face under the surface again, and all his fears came rushing back, along with the ever familiar overwhelming panic.

Rather than attempt to fight back with his limited experience, which the last time resulted in him unable to move for several hours from the one-sided beating, he attempted to think about anything but the water driving into his face.

After what felt like hours, the tight grip on his hair disappeared.

"Be grateful I'm not dunking your face into the toilet. As if I'd sink my hand into others' shit water," Liang Shen commented, watching as Wang Canghai coughed wetly. Then, he turned around against the golden glare of the slowly setting sun behind him, tilting his head to face him.

Wang Canghai held unto the sink, mystified at the red glow of his eyes in the shifting shadows.

"Even if we graduate, I have a feeling we'll see each other again."

He laughed. Then, he left.

'He didn't take the ten kuai this time,' Wang Canghai could only think mutedly.