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

At that moment, Jiang Yichen's expression changed, and he spoke with some difficulty, "Sorry, but I can't hold it in any longer. Can we talk about this later? I have the key to prove I live here, you can come to my place and see for yourself."


Qing Chen could now say whatever he wanted with the face of Zard and not be afraid of being exposed.


But it was different for Jiang Yichen—if Qing Chen really approached him with a math problem, he would definitely be exposed.


The Upper Three Districts were unlike other areas—they had extremely strict security. Residents could report any suspicious persons directly to the PCE Security Management Committee.


At that moment, Jiang Yichen felt like he could no longer hold it in, but as a Time Traveler, he had to be cautious to avoid arousing suspicion from the neighbors.


Qing Chen chuckled and said, "Alright then, good luck with your exam."


After saying that, he turned and walked outside.


311, holding a bowl of water level