Ma Shicheng took a sip of his ice-cold cola and walked into "Yucai Supermarket", composed and at ease.
He kept walking inside, about fifteen meters or so, pushed open a door, and was greeted by a waft of cigarette smoke.
The room was dimly lit, with students sporadically standing around, a few computers lined up against the wall. Those online were wearing headphones, fully immersed in their games on the screens.
This place was "Yucai Internet Cafe".
Ma Shicheng looked around. Everyone standing there without exception had a mobile phone in hand, tapping and swiping, and only a few had a bottle of drink in their other hand.
Ma Shicheng immediately felt his status elevate slightly—he had bought a cola before coming in to leech off the wifi, he was a VIP customer.