Chapter 107: Skills

At noon, Miao Zhe came back from outside as usual.

He went to the multimedia room, picked up his phone, and was ready to chat with his online girlfriend.

In this cold world, only an online romance could give him a sliver of warmth, making him momentarily forget the pain of being surrounded by the 'golden flowers' of his class.

Miao Zhe swiped the lock screen's pattern grid, drew a cool pattern, but the screen didn't unlock—the password was incorrect.

Miao Zhe didn't care; he thought he'd just entered it wrong, after all, his unlock pattern was quite fancy, and it was easy to make a mistake.

Miao Zhe's forehead wrinkled a bit. He breathed on his hand, wiped it clean, and earnestly drew a pattern—one hundred percent correct, he thought—but it was wrong again.

"This is impossible!"

"Absolutely impossible?"