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The next day, Wu Hongyu attended class as usual.

This alley near the school gate is a shortcut back to the dormitory.

There weren't many people in the alley at noon. He was looking down at his roommate replying to a message when he caught a glimpse of a person squatting in front of the motorcycle repair shop at the alley entrance.

The man was wearing a baseball cap pulled low, squatting next to a nearly new motorcycle, holding a metal tool in his hand, his movements very unnatural.

He knew the repair shop owner, but he was clearly not familiar with the person in front of him.

Wu Hongyu put away his phone and slowed down. He noticed obvious pry marks next to the lock cylinder of the motorcycle.

"What are you doing?!"

He let out a loud shout.

The man didn't answer; his movements changed from hurried to reckless, and the sound of metal clashing grew faster and more frequent.

Click—!

The lock popped open, and the man flipped himself onto the motorcycle, stepped on the start lever, and the engine roared to life.

Wu Hongyu took a step forward. He didn't know why he rushed forward, and he wasn't even sure if he had thought about the question.

But his limbs moved more than a second faster than his brain's instructions.

He gave chase, the exhaust of the motorcycle echoing through the alley. The man glanced back at him, his eyes shifting from panic to anger and threat. He twisted the throttle, and the motorcycle shot forward.

Wu Hongyu did not stop.

He chased after the motorcycle, rushing out of the alley and onto the main road outside the school.

He didn't know how fast he could run, how far he could catch up, or what to do after he caught up.

But he knew one thing.

The person on the motorcycle shouldn't have been there, and the vehicle shouldn't have been broken into.

And at this moment, he was the only one who saw all of this.

"The world needs more heroes."

The sentence suddenly popped into his head.

He didn't know if he could be considered a hero, and he wasn't even sure if he was qualified to think of that word.

But he knew that if he stopped now, if he just watched the motorcycle disappear into the intersection ahead, he would be betraying the more than 20 years of education he had received.

The afternoon heatwave came in waves.

No one noticed the chase taking place on the street corner.

A tall, thin boy was riding a bicycle and chasing a motorcycle that was fleeing wildly.

I ran across one street, and then across another.

Wu Hongyu's T-shirt was completely soaked with sweat on the back, and his breath smelled rusty.

But he never let the motorcycle completely disappear from his sight.

Ahead was a crossroads, the red light was on, and the cross traffic was slowly crossing.

Seeing that his escape attempt had failed, the motorcycle turned around and sped off towards Wu Hongyu.

At that critical moment, a Land Rover suddenly appeared and crashed straight into the motorcycle!

boom--!

A textbook example of American-style interception.

The motorcycle and the Land Rover collided sideways with a dull thud.

The perpetrator and his vehicle were thrown several meters away by the impact, and the motorcycle overturned on the roadside after leaving a long trail of sparks on the ground.

The man fell onto the asphalt road and rolled twice before stopping. He cried out and tried to struggle to get up, but he had clearly lost the ability to move.

Wu Hongyu witnessed all of this from behind and was still in shock.

He was so close, he might have been gone!

He looked at the Land Rover that had stopped the thugs for him, his eyes filled with gratitude.

The car door opened, and a person got out of the driver's seat, wearing a gray polo shirt.

Wu Hongyu stood there, stunned.

He recognized that face; he had recognized that face ever since Ultraman Tiga.

"Phew, thank goodness, I made it in time."

Yang Qian took a deep breath.

He looked at Wu Hongyu and sized him up.

The boy was quite tall and rather thin.

His skin, tanned a healthy wheat color by the southern sun, was now a disheveled mess, drenched in sweat.

Yang Qian looked at him, a very faint smile appearing on her lips.

"Hey kid, interested in playing Overwatch?"

Wu Hongyu had a thousand questions he wanted to ask.

Ah Guang, why are you here?

How did you know I was chasing that thief?

Did you deliberately run into that? Do you know how dangerous that was?

But his throat felt like it was blocked by something, and he couldn't utter a single syllable.

He could only watch as Yang Qian walked toward the struggling thug, bent down to pick up the screwdriver that had slipped out of his pocket, and casually tossed it aside.

Yang Qian straightened up, took out his phone, and dialed the police. "Yes, it's a motorcycle theft. The suspect has been apprehended. The location is..."

He gave the name of the intersection, hung up the phone, turned around and looked at Wu Hongyu, his gaze lingering on him for a moment.

"How many blocks did you chase him over?"

"...two."

Wu Hongyu has finally regained his voice.

"They run pretty fast."

Yang Qian remarked with emotion.

Wu Hongyu finally came to his senses and asked what he considered the most important question at that moment.

"Teacher A-Guang, what are you doing here?"

Yang Qian looked at Wu Hongyu, her gaze lingering on the boy's face for a moment.

How should I answer?

I couldn't sleep all night after seeing your Weibo post last night.

Because you share the same name as someone else in my memory, and that person died at your age the day before the launch of the same game?

I said I checked all the routes near your school and the security reports from the past few months, and deduced a certain possibility that might happen today.

Then, before dawn, I drove around the area again and again until I saw the motorcycle rush out of the alley and I was sure that my judgment was correct.

He said that the moment he crashed into it, he had only one thought—that the regret from his past life must not be allowed to happen a second time in this life.

Yang Qian looked into Wu Hongyu's eyes and gave an answer that was closest to the truth.

"I've come to see a hero."

Wu Hongyu was stunned.

He thought Yang Qian was joking, but the other person's expression remained unchanged.

Yang Qian smiled and said, "Do you still remember Overwatch's slogan? The world needs more heroes."

"I...how could I...?"

"You are it."

Yang Qian looked at him and said, "You deserve that saying more than any hero in the game."

The sound of police sirens came from a distant street corner, growing louder as they approached.

The assailant has been subdued by passersby and is curled up motionless by the roadside.

Before the police arrived, Yang Qian briefly explained a few things, left her contact information, then opened the door of the Land Rover and glanced back at Wu Hongyu.

"The Overwatch test server is open now, do you have class today?"

"One more section... no, that's it."

Wu Hongyu swallowed the rest of his words.

"Then get in the car."

Yang Qian got into the driver's seat and started the engine. "I'll take you back to the company and make you the first player in the world to play Overwatch in the Land of Light's office area."

Wu Hongyu stood there, looking down at the dusty backpack in his arms, then looking up at the open door of the Land Rover.

He took a deep breath, dusted off his backpack, and started walking.

"Okay~"