Ma Shicheng took a sip of his iced cola and strolled into Yucai Supermarket with an air of breezy self-assurance.
He walked a dozen meters straight toward the back, pushed open a door, and was met with a wall of cigarette smoke.
The small room was dim, with a few students scattered inside. Along the wall, several computers stood in a row, their users wearing headphones and engrossed in the games on their screens.
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