The iPad was placed slantwise on the coffee table, playing a docuntary.
Nora Scott ca back with a water cup, hearing her phone ding, she glanced at the docuntary, absentmindedly took out her phone.
[Eleanor Taylor]: Nora, God Z’s mysterious chanical box has been opened! The one sharing the tutorial turns out to be a high school student!
[Eleanor Taylor]: Check it out.
[Eleanor Taylor]: So envious.
[Eleanor Taylor]: [Picture]
ssages kept coming in, Nora clicked to browse them, seeing the screenshot she sent.
Account: Oliver WO.
The strategy in the picture was clear and organized. Since the photo inadvertently included a part of a desk and school uniform, netizens unanimously determined that he was a high school student.
Nora had a vague impression—
Seems like soone from First Affiliated High School? That’s the school she attended when she transferred to Fenton City in her senior year, technically making them schoolmates.
If she rembered correctly, this ’schoolmate’ was the one for whom Manager Woods contacted First Affiliated High School’s principal to send a prize. They had a holiday yesterday, so it should have been delivered today...
If he unlocked it during a break, this kid must have so talent.
Thinking this way, Nora didn’t pay much attention, responded a few words to Eleanor, then continued to watch the docuntary only to find it had already finished playing.
She clicked to exit the video, and upon refreshing, she saw a notification for a live stream with a familiar ID.
Pausing her drinking, Nora was speechless, thinking that Miguel Smith must really have nothing better to do, she tapped the screen lightly, entering the live room.
The screen was filled with comnts.
[This idiot really has no friends, on the second day of the new year, he’s streaming a match-3 ga.]
[Rain God, do you still rember those glorious years? Don’t degrade yourself like this!]
[Worship the boss, even playing a match-3 ga can attract a million viewers.]
...
In the video, apart from the ga’s sounds, there was only the chanical clicking of the mouse.
The cara in the lower-left corner focused on a hand holding a mouse, knuckles distinct, coated with a thin layer of sheen, emitting a cool white, quite eye-catching.
The person controlling the ga wasn’t saying a word.
However, even so, the comnts and tips kept coming.
Sighing, Nora picked up her phone, dialing Miguel Smith.
Monts later, the iPad rang with a lodious ringtone.
The clicking of the mouse finally stopped, the hand moved away, groped for the phone, and answered.
Draining a glass of water, Nora imdiately asked, "Bestie Smith, wanna go shopping?"
A hiss was heard, and Miguel’s clear, pleasant voice mixed with surprise from both directions—
"Is it like a date, or just plain shopping?"
[Oh my gosh, the eternal singleton actually has soone to go out with!]
[Listen to this tone, can’t he maintain the cool deanor like when streaming?]
[A girl? Slls like love is in the air.]
Countless comnts imdiately flooded the entire live stream.
Raising an eyebrow at the screen, Nora reminded, "Turn off the stream."
Miguel responded with an "Oh."
The next mont, his entire face was plastered onto the screen, eyebrows lively, boasting to hundreds of thousands: "A friend invited to go shopping, not streaming anymore. Go have fun on your own!"
[Animal!]
[Is that even human language!]
[Go, go, it’s rare to have a friend, poor lad.]
...
The screen dimd.
Nora said, "Just shopping."
The chair was pushed out a distance, and Miguel incredulously said, "Wait, a beauty invites , and it’s just plain shopping?"
"I’m just afraid you’ll get bored to death at ho."
"But there’s no need to shop, can’t you take sowhere fun?"
Nora raised an eyebrow, "I took you to have fun before, but you refused to ever go again afterward, didn’t you?"
Hearing this, Miguel nearly jumped on the spot, complaining: "You call that fun? It was suicidal! Nora, be honest, I was nearly depressed at the ti, and what did you take to do? Bungee jumping! Bungee jumping! You pushed down without preparation, nearly took half my life."
"But weren’t you no longer depressed afterward?" Nora was unfazed.
"..."
Miguel was left speechless.
After a while, he asked, "Where are we going shopping?"
Nora nad a shopping mall.
"See you in an hour."
Miguel hung up the phone.
Nora tidied up a bit, and when leaving, thought of sothing, went back, and took the watch she bought earlier.
*
Nora had just exited the subway when she saw Miguel leaning against a car door by the roadside.
Dressed up flashy and cool, tall with long legs, the wind tousling his hair, his handso face attracting the attention of many passing girls and ladies alike.
Even the cleaning auntie passing by with a broom gave him a couple of extra glances.
Nora Scott walked over, "Weren’t we going to et at the mall?"
"You didn’t say you were taking the subway here..." Miguel Smith muttered, "I’ll give you a ride."
"This is for you."
Nora tossed the bag over.
Grabbing it with his hand, Miguel asked suspiciously, "What is it?"
"A New Year gift."
Seeing the watch brand, Miguel was incredulous, then pretended to be modest, "How can I accept this..."
Pausing as she opened the passenger door, Nora deliberately glanced over, "So what, should I take it back then?"
"In your dreams!"
Miguel raised an eyebrow triumphantly, carrying the ’New Year gift’, he got into the car beaming.
The watch, he wasn’t interested in.
Add ’New Year gift’, and it’s different.
...
Sa old mall, sa old crowd.
"Do you want to buy clothes?"
Out of respect for the gift, Miguel prepared to carry bags and run errands.
Nora said, "Just browsing."
Miguel turned his head, stared at her for a mont, and frowned, saying, "You’ve been wearing that coat for two years, right?"
"Really?"
Glancing down at her coat, Nora seed puzzled.
She asked, "You rember that?"
"Yeah." Miguel grinned, unable to contain his amusent, "You wearing that, and the scene of you kicking over that kid’s snowman, it’s a mory I’ll never forget."
The mockery was too obvious, Nora shot him a threatening glare.
Miguel couldn’t help it, "I an, co on, you’re an adult, why pick on little kids?"
Nora didn’t respond.
She t Miguel two years ago, during the winter.
The first heavy snow sealed Fenton City. After hearing about Antonio Easton’s illness, Nora had just left the hospital. Passing a park, she ca across Miguel squatting by the roadside, dejectedly chewing on grass while watching kids build snown.
A kid got careless, and a snowball hit her by sheer bad luck, so she...
To be fair, the snowman was poorly constructed, with a shaky base, it toppled at the slightest touch.
Later, Miguel helped her rebuild the snowman.
"If you hadn’t knocked over that snowman, with your looks, I might have fallen head over heels for you at first sight."
Recalling their first eting, Miguel lanted with regret.
Nora felt as if she had dodged a bullet, "Thank goodness."
"..."
Miguel was left speechless, his self-esteem took a hit.
After visiting a few stores, Miguel suddenly sensed sothing was off and asked, "You didn’t drag here to help you pick a gift for Pedro Langley, did you?"
"Ah."
Feeling like he’d been stabbed twice in the chest, Miguel’s mouth twitched, "Can’t you just lie?"
"Is your heart made of glass?"
"..." Miguel sighed, stuffing one hand into his pocket, "Last ti you said, right after he graduated, what was he doing again?"
Nora continued walking slowly, lazily responding, "Researching drones."
"Then why not just buy a drone?"
"Consur drones available in the market, he surely doesn’t lack any—"
The words stopped abruptly.
In the next mont, Nora’s eyelashes fluttered down, and when she raised them, her eyes were clear and bright.
Curious, Miguel looked over, "What?"
Nora chuckled lightly, "Let’s not buy it, just browsing."
?
Miguel was utterly baffled.
*
At the sa ti—
"Alright, we’re on the third floor right now, the flight experience center is on the fifth floor—"
A young man holding a gimbal, live-streaming, was about to go upstairs when he glanced at his phone. The dense barrage of comnts left him stunned.
Focusing on the screen, he was bewildered.
[Wasn’t that Rain God we just passed by? Who’s the woman with him!]
[Beautiful! Screaming like a marmot—Even my blurry screenshot is screen-licking worthy!]
[Strear, strear! To the left! Please move the cara left!]
[I can’t believe I stumbled upon so juicy gossip about Rain God here.]
...
The young man scratched his head in confusion.
Who did I just film?
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