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

Qing Chen raised his eyebrows; he hadn't expected Nan Gengchen to possess a talent for such unorthodox methods.


But if they really went through with it, his "Daytime" organization, already bearing the stigma of "pyramid schemes" and "Happy Sect," would likely become infamous for all eternity.


On a piece of paper, Qing Chen asked, "Are you serious?"


Nan Gengchen replied, "I was just thinking about it when I was bored..."


After school in the morning, Qi Duo and Zhang Lanjin left together. Wang Jiale had been waiting on the playground for a while, and the three of them went to a small restaurant off-campus, each ordering a portion of rice with toppings.


Zhang Lanjin looked at Wang Jiale, "By the way, you also attended the AMC10 math competition in Xian City, representing your school, right? Qi Duo and I went too."


335, the ceiling of math competitions, Qing Chen_2