The sky curtain makes you a useless class monitor, yet you act arbitrarily for eternity?

"Damn it! Where's the streamer's donation section?!"

"Could I send a tip to Old Master Yan so he can have a good meal?"

"Waaaaah... Add one!"

"Old Master Yan, you're not useless, you're the best!"

"Don't talk about yourself like that!"

The video inside the canopy, showing a boy eating instant noodles with tears in his eyes, went dark.

The bowl of noodles had gone completely cold.

But Yan Cong kept stuffing food into his mouth.

It was as if he was completing the last task his grandmother had entrusted to him.

The comments section was filled with sympathy.

On the playground of Jinling Wuzhong School, many students subconsciously looked towards the high platform.

She looked at Yan Cong, who was sitting next to Su Xiaoxiao. He was usually the most playful, mischievous, and loved chasing people with a sledgehammer.

They suddenly remembered a question.

How old was Yan Cong at that time?

sixteen?

Seventeen?

When they were sixteen or seventeen, let alone saving 100,000 yuan.

Being able to avoid spending all your living expenses ahead of time is considered a sign of strong self-control.

On the high platform.

Lu Changming watched Yan Cong's retreating figure and pursed his lips.

Outsiders can only see Yan Cong as he is now.

Smiling and playful.

Lawless.

He carries a big hammer all day long, like a little devil who dares to mess with anyone.

But Lu Changming still remembers.

When Yan Cong first transferred to our school in his second year of high school, he was oblivious to everything else.

There was only one almost obsessive conviction.

It was a kind of obsession... that I must succeed.

Yes, it's my... obsession with not being able to fail!

Lu Changming has been teaching for so many years and has rarely seen a student like that.

Being extremely ruthless to oneself is like a string stretched to its limit; any more pressure and it will snap.

The other person wants to win.

He cannot afford to lose.

"Yan Cong..."

Su Xiaoxiao's voice rang in my ears.

Are you alright?

Yan Cong smiled unconsciously.

"What can I possibly have..."

"No!"

Su Xiaoxiao suddenly shouted.

Her eyes instantly reddened, and she reached out to wipe his face.

"You've been crying, and you still say you're fine!"

Yan Cong was stunned.

He raised his hand and touched his face.

It's wet.

I didn't even realize when the tears had started flowing.

"So I cried..."

He twitched the corner of his mouth, wanting to laugh.

But that smile was even uglier than a cry.

"It must look awful, right?"

"No, no, no..."

Su Xiaoxiao shook her head vigorously, tears streaming down her face.

You're not ugly.

You look good no matter what.

She gripped his sleeve, her voice trembling.

"Do you still consider me your girlfriend?"

"If you have any grievances, you can speak up."

"Isn't that what you told me?"

"Now I'll tell you too."

"You don't have to hide all your sadness and digest it all by yourself."

"I'll be listening."

"I'll catch you too."

offstage.

This time, the students did not cause a disturbance.

I felt no envy.

There was no mockery.

Because the boy on the platform, who was crying but didn't even realize he was crying, really needed to have a good cry.

He's been holding it in for too long.

It's been so long that even feeling sad has almost become a habit.

The sky brightened again amidst this silence.

"Brother Liu!"

"I want to resign!"

The students immediately looked up.

In the video, it is already daylight.

The sunlight from outside the factory shone into the office, making one's eyes sting.

Yan Cong stood in front of the desk.

A night shift had left him with a slightly hunched back and bloodshot eyes.

His voice was terribly hoarse when he said those words.

"Um?"

Brother Liu frowned.

"Is it because of what I said to you before?"

"I'll be more careful about my emotions in the future, okay?"

"Why don't you go back and think about it for two days?"

"take a break."

"Tell me when you're absolutely sure you're leaving."

It's clear that despite his explosive temper, Brother Liu is still quite principled in handling matters.

"No..."

Yan Cong pursed his lips and looked up.

"I have confirmed my intention to resign."

Only then did Brother Liu get a clear look at his face.

His eyes were red and his face was frighteningly pale.

"Xiao Yan, what's wrong?"

"Has something happened at home?"

"Um."

Yan Cong nodded, his voice low.

"Last night, after my grandma and I had our last phone conversation..."

"I'm completely confused."

"I have to go back and take care of her."

Brother Liu opened his mouth.

Finally, he leaned back in his chair and sighed.

"Alright."

"I agree."

"I'll settle your back salary for that month tonight."

"Okay, thank you, Brother Liu."

Yan Cong bowed to him.

Brother Liu looked at him and couldn't help but ask again.

"Xiao Yan, what are you planning to do now that you're back?"

"Treatment for Alzheimer's disease... must cost a lot of money, right?"

Yan Cong remained silent for a few seconds.

Then say.

"I want to learn weapon crafting."

Brother Liu's lips moved slightly.

He meant to say that this industry is very difficult.

I think it's hard to get ahead without someone to guide you; materials are expensive, and the weapon-refining workshop is expensive too.

I'm telling you, given your current situation, don't head down a path that will only burn through more money.

But the words he was about to say were swallowed back down.

When Yan Cong said the word "weapon forging," his lifeless eyes lit up for a moment.

It's very light.

But it did light up.

The spirit of youth is a precious and irreplaceable quality.

He hadn't seen anyone with a light in their eyes for a very, very long time.

Even though the light in the eyes of the boy in front of him was obscured by layers of smog, for some reason, he had a certain feeling in his heart.

This young man can do it!

Brother Liu stared at him for a long time before finally waving his hand.

"Alright."

"Go back to the dorm and pack up."

"Leave the key to the person on your shift, and you can leave."

"it is good."