The Speaking Pork Trotter

In the neon of blue and purple, under the thick steel sky, at the forefront of this surge of data, lies the world post-tech revolution.
It's also the dividing line between reality and illusion.
Steel and flesh, past and future.
In this place, the world outside and inside coexist. Everything in front of us feels like a wall of time within reach.
The darkness is slowly creeping in.
But hey, my friend, you gotta know, we can't just counter darkness with softness.
Gotta use fire.

Naming Technique of the Night

Lordbluefire

Perhaps in everyone's life, it is rare to see someone so physically challenged yet so determined. Therefore, whether it's other candidates or the proctors, when they see Qing Chen's wheelchair and his frail appearance, they can't help but give him a second look.


After Xu Zimo left, Zhou Xuanying also came in; it turned out he was in the same examination room as Qing Chen.


"So you're in this examination room too," Qing Chen said with a smile.


Previously, he deliberately distanced himself from these classmates because he worried that being too enthusiastic with them might lead to them falling victim to Huan Yu's malicious acts.


Qing Chen's coldness towards Hu Xiaoniu, Wang Yun, and the others also stemmed from his slight inability to accept their way of interacting.


But he wasn't truly aloof. He had the most basic courtesy of greeting his classmates.


297, The Replacement