The divorce comeback system arrived right after I was born.

Today is the last day of the sports meet. The morning competitions will end and we'll have a holiday in the afternoon. The next two days will be the weekend.

The classes receded like a receding tide, surging chaotically into the teaching building.

Chen Zhi stood on the podium, tapped the table with a blackboard eraser in his hand, and directed the students to clean up the mess.

"Hey you, stop eating and take the trash bags away from the back."

"Sports Committee, collect all the bib numbers and hand them in."

After most of the irrelevant people were sent away, the classroom suddenly felt much emptier. Chen Zhi glanced at the duty roster in his hand.

In order to complete the system task of "Saving My Ex-Girlfriend" that he hadn't even finished in the dozen or so chapters, he deliberately used his position as class monitor to send away the two lucky girls who were originally responsible for sweeping the floor today, and filled in his own and Pei Ningxue's names with a stroke of his pen.

It's all about creating opportunities.

Pei Ningxue was sitting by the window packing her schoolbag.

She moved slowly, smoothing out the edges of each book before carefully stacking them into her bag. The setting sun shone through the window onto her profile, making the fine downy hair appear gilded. She was as serene as an oil painting, completely out of place in the noisy surroundings.

"Hey deskmate, don't rush off." Chen Zhi strolled over carrying two brooms, casually handing one to her. "It's our turn to clean today, so we have to do our best on our last shift."

Pei Ningxue looked up at him, said nothing, and silently took the broom.

Just then, a head popped out from the back door of the classroom.

"Brother Zhi! Hurry up!"

Li Zihan looked impatient. "I just passed by an internet cafe and it was almost full. If we go too late, we'll just have to sit in the lobby and inhale secondhand smoke."

Chen Zhi slammed the broom on the ground: "What's the rush? Can't you see we're cleaning?"

When Li Zihan saw Chen Zhi still slowly moving the table, she became anxious and rushed in to snatch the broom from Chen Zhi's hand: "Oh my dear brother, you rest, let me do this heavy work! For our transport ship, for our Black Town, I am willing to carry the burden for you."

After saying that, this guy became like a robot vacuum cleaner with cheat codes activated, frantically waving his broom and kicking up a cloud of dust.

Chen Zhi took two steps back to avoid the dust attack. Just as he was about to praise the boy for being filial, a familiar sound of footsteps suddenly came from the front door.

"Chen Zhi".

Lin Wanwan stood at the door, holding two bottles of mineral water she had just bought. She wasn't wearing her school uniform jacket today; underneath was a simple white T-shirt, her ponytail was a little loose, and there was a bit of sweat on her forehead from exercising.

Her gaze swept across the classroom, lingering on Pei Ningxue for a second before settling on Chen Zhi. Her brow furrowed slightly. "Everyone's gone. Why are you still dawdling? How much longer?"

"Almost done, almost done." Chen Zhi pointed to Li Zihan, who was working hard. "It'll be done soon."

"Are you going to an internet cafe again?" Lin Wanwan knew her childhood friend too well. Seeing Li Zihan's excited state, she guessed most of it. She walked over and said in a low voice, "Don't you have a computer at home? Why do you have to go to that kind of smoky place? You'll smell terrible from all the smoke."

Chen Zhi pulled Lin Wanwan aside, avoiding Pei Ningxue's gaze, and shamelessly said, "There's no atmosphere at home. Playing in an internet cafe is all about the atmosphere. If I were to shout and yell at home, I'd get beaten to death."

"Atmosphere my foot." Lin Wanwan rolled her eyes. "If Aunt Zhang finds out you went to an internet cafe right after school, she'll break your legs."

"No, no, no, please don't tell."

Upon hearing this, Chen Zhi immediately switched into his dramatic act. He clasped his hands together, leaned forward slightly, blinked his seemingly innocent big eyes, and raised his voice: "Please, Sister Wanwan~ just pretend you didn't see anything and let me off the hook~"

That cry of "Sister Wanwan" was so poignant and full of emotion.

It's disgusting.

Lin Wanwan felt goosebumps all over her body and instantly stood up to salute, as if she had been electrocuted, and shrank back.

"Chen Zhi, be normal!" She rubbed her arms, looking disgusted. "Disgusting! Who's your sister?"

Although she said that, her tightly furrowed brows relaxed considerably, and her ears turned a light pink.

She glanced again, almost unconsciously, at Pei Ningxue, who was wiping the blackboard not far away. Pei Ningxue had her back to them, her posture upright, seemingly oblivious to the commotion.

Lin Wanwan felt a sense of relief for no apparent reason. She shoved a bottle of water into Chen Zhi's arms and said irritably, "Alright, alright, I can't be bothered with you anymore. Just come back soon."

"Yes, ma'am!" Chen Zhi took the water, a bright smile on his face.

Lin Wanwan walked away, turning back every few steps.

Once her figure disappeared around the corner of the stairs, Li Zihan's sweeping work was also finished.

"Brother Zhi, all done! Shall we leave?" Li Zihan threw the broom into the corner, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and rubbed his hands excitedly.

Chen Zhi unscrewed the bottle cap, took a sip of water, and instead of rushing off, turned around to look at Pei Ningxue, who had remained silent.

Pei Ningxue had finished erasing the blackboard and was about to put on her schoolbag.

"Classmate," Chen Zhi called out to her.

Pei Ningxue paused, turned around, and looked at him calmly with her clear, cold eyes: "Is there anything else?"

Chen Zhi leaned against his desk, a smile on his face: "You heard what Li Zihan said earlier. We're going to play CrossFire, but we're one short. Interested in joining us?"

Just as Li Zihan was about to rush out, she stumbled and almost fell flat on her face.

He turned around abruptly, staring wide-eyed at Chen Zhi, his eyes practically popping out of their sockets.

Should I take Pei Ningxue to an internet cafe?

Has Brother Zhi gone mad?

This is Pei Ningxue! The school's undisputed beauty, a rich young lady who is always chauffeured around in luxury cars, someone who would never even glance at a roadside stall, and you're taking her to an internet cafe full of burly men picking their toes and the smell of instant noodles?

"Brother Zhi, you..." Li Zihan was about to advise Chen Zhi not to lead others astray.

Pei Ningxue did not refuse immediately.

She stood there, still gripping the strap of her backpack. Suddenly, her phone vibrated in her pocket.

Pei Ningxue lowered her eyes, her long eyelashes concealing the emotions within. She reached into her pocket and touched the metal casing.

"Is it fun?" she suddenly asked, her voice clear and crisp, like jade striking each other.

Li Zihan opened her mouth wide, her jaw dislocated.

Chen Zhi, however, seemed to have expected this, and shrugged: "More fun than doing homework, more exciting than listening to a teacher chant sutras. How about it, dare to try it out?"

Pei Ningxue raised her head, and a hint of longing appeared in her usually calm and still eyes.

In front of Chen Zhi and Li Zihan, she took out the latest iPhone.

The screen lit up, displaying an unread text message and three missed calls.

Without even glancing at it, she pressed her thumb directly onto the red hang-up button and held it down.

The screen flickered once and then went completely black.

"Walk."

Pei Ningxue casually tossed her phone, which she had turned off, into the back of her backpack, and slung the backpack over her shoulder, like a delinquent girl preparing to skip class.

Li Zihan froze on the spot.

Chen Zhi passed by him and slapped him on the back of the head: "What are you spacing out for? Get out of here, or there really won't be any more machines."

……

The back alley of the school.

Before even entering, a complex aroma, a mixture of tobacco and instant noodle smells, hits you.

Li Zihan glanced at Pei Ningxue somewhat nervously, afraid that this young lady would turn on him and leave on the spot.

Pei Ningxue merely wrinkled her nose slightly, showing no excessive disgust. She followed behind Chen Zhi, curiously observing the dimly lit and noisy space.

Rows of computers were filled with people, the keyboards clattering loudly, and every now and then a few angry shouts of "Holy crap!", "Help me!", and "Plant the bomb at point A!" could be heard.

Several guys from Zuan were also engaged in a heated online argument.

"Boss, turn on three machines, everyone will be held liable."

At that time, internet cafe supervision was not in place, and people could use temporary cards to log in.

The network administrator lazily tossed three cards over: "Go ahead, C section 12, 13, 14."

The three of them went to a row of seats in the corner.

The environment here is slightly better; it's a semi-open private room with only two rows of machines.

Chen Zhi pulled out a chair for Pei Ningxue, then casually grabbed a tissue and wiped the keyboard and mouse clean, his movements fluid and efficient.

"sit."

Pei Ningxue sat down and put on the headphones, just like Chen Zhi did. The earcups were a bit too big, covering her smooth black hair and making her face look even smaller.

"Have you played it before?" Chen Zhi asked as he turned on the device.

Pei Ningxue shook her head: "No."

"It's okay, I'll teach you." Li Zihan finally regained his confidence and patted his chest as he leaned closer. "This game is super simple, just shoot people with a gun."

The computer screen lit up, revealing the blue Windows interface.

Chen Zhi helped her click on the Crossfire icon and log into one of his alternate accounts.

"This is the mouse, used to control direction. This is the keyboard, W moves forward, S moves backward, and A and D move horizontally." Chen Zhi placed his hand on hers, guiding her to place it on the WASD keys.

His palms were warm and dry, with a few thin calluses on his fingertips.

Pei Ningxue's fingers trembled slightly, and she subconsciously wanted to pull them back, but when she realized that Chen Zhi was just making a simple teaching gesture, she forced herself to stop.

"Left click to fire, right click for special functions. Space to jump, Ctrl to crouch." Chen Zhi's voice was right next to her ear, mixed with the noisy background of the internet cafe, yet it sounded exceptionally clear. "It's simple, just treat those enemies as people you hate, aim for their heads, and click hard."

Someone you dislike?

As Pei Ningxue watched the images loading on the screen, the image of the woman who always wore a fake smile and the father who only knew how to solve problems with money and rarely came home came to mind.

"Okay," she replied softly.

Game begins. Transport ship map.

Li Zihan chose the terrorist role, grabbed an AK47, and charged out, shouting, "Charge! Charge! Charge!"

Chen Zhixuan became a police officer, took an M4A1, and guarded his own high ground.

Pei Ningxue awkwardly moved between the shipping containers, controlling her character. Her perspective was shaky, as if she were drunk, and she bumped into the wall several times.

"Don't rush, keep the mouse steady," Chen Zhi instructed from the side. "See that red name? That's an enemy, attack him!"

Pei Ningxue took a deep breath, stopped, and aimed her aiming shakily at the unlucky guy who was changing his magazine.

Press down with your index finger.

"Da da da da!"

The sound of gunfire from the M60 machine gun rang out loudly in my headphones.

She had no idea about recoil control or burst fire; she just held down the left mouse button tightly. Bullets flew out like water, most of them hitting the shipping containers and the floor, sparks flying everywhere.

But the unlucky guy was too close and was still hit by the stray bullets, screaming as he fell to the ground.

A golden skull icon popped up in the center of the screen.

[Kill!]

An unprecedented sensation surged up my spine and onto my scalp.

Pei Ningxue was stunned.

Is this... the feeling of destruction?

No need to worry about etiquette, no need to keep a smile, no need to care about other people's opinions; just pull the trigger and tear everything in front of you to shreds.

"Well done!" Chen Zhi whistled from the side. "You've got talent for this, classmate."

Pei Ningxue turned her head and looked at Chen Zhi.

The dim blue light shone on her face, making her originally cold eyes shine with an astonishing brightness. The corners of her mouth even turned up slightly, revealing a very faint, yet incredibly genuine smile.

"Again," she said.

In a corner of the internet cafe filled with the smell of smoke and shouting, Pei Ningxue, a model student, tasted the flavor of rebellion for the first time.