'Zhou Bin' sipped his coffee with a sullen expression, staring at Nie Qingzhou on the sofa. Nie Qingzhou sat cross-legged with his laptop on his knees, staring at the screen intently, fingers skillfully maneuvering the touchpad and keyboard.
This was clearly his body—familiar in every way—yet so strangely alien.
He imagined his future would be like those of his older gang brothers: a few more scars on his body and face, muscles bulging, a cigarette dangling from his mouth as he swagger down the street. He never imagined that one day he'd grow up to be like this, like… those nerds from school after they grew up, exuding an elite aura, well-educated, nothing like a kid whose parents didn't care about him.