The Vent

He found that he had taken fancy in his identity as Old Chen the sweeper. At the very least, there was no burden to his identity! He did not even need to worry much now, and everything else in the outside world was none of his business now. The first thing he did upon coming was here to crush his soul communicator. The world could be struck by a tidal wave outside, and he would still be Old Chen the sweeper. 

At last, the sun had risen high and the sports field was already bustling with people. Chen Xinjie was done sweeping the field. He swept the dust and fallen leaves into the trash bin. He then took his broom and returned to his room. 

Suddenly, he stopped walking and said in a slightly displeased manner, "I told you not to come looking for me here."

Yuanen Zhentian chuckled and said, "It's fine. The kids are all at the academy. No one is going to see us. Speaking of which, did Elder Long come looking for you earlier?"