Milk Tea Without Pearls Has No Soul

The nearest bus stop for Route 102 was on the east side of the school, about seven hundred meters away. Nearby was an old commercial street called Shanghai Market, though it had nothing to do with Shanghai, much like the Qilihe districts found all over the country.

Shanghai Market was still fairly crowded on Fridays. Zhang Heng had chosen to meet here because it was easier to blend into the crowd and avoid being seen by anyone he knew.

He arrived at the agreed location first. Since he still had some time, he went to the milk tea shop next door and bought three cups of milk tea.

"Got a date?" a voice sounded behind him.

"Don't you people ever take days off?" Zhang Heng sighed as he accepted the receipt.

He knew who was standing behind him. Just like last time in the corridor, the other person had been waiting for him outside the school and following him. But since the other party had not taken the initiative to speak, Zhang Heng had ignored him.

It came down to seeing who could keep their composure longer.

"One original milk tea, less sugar, no ice. Thanks." The college student took out his phone and scanned the code with a smile. After a pause, he added, "It can't be helped. No matter what kind of social system it is, someone has to work a little harder to keep it running."

"That's true enough."

"Besides, we've run into a little trouble."

"What trouble? Let's hear it." Zhang Heng moved aside to make room for a young couple.

The college student followed him to the other side and waited for his milk tea to be made.

"I thought we had already reached an understanding in the corridor that night. We would each handle