Yu Xiaogang: Am I Sleeping Under a Bridge?

Yu Xiaogang's fingers froze in midair, and even breathing became difficult.

A sense of foreboding swiftly crept into his heart like creeping vines.

Unwilling to give up, Yu Xiaogang pulled another card from his pocket, then a third, a fourth...

He took out every bank card he had.

Yet every time, the result was the same!

"Beep!"

"Payment failed. Insufficient balance!"

Yu Xiaogang stood there blankly, his mind utterly empty. The deafening laughter around him seemed to have been shut away in another world.

"No money... I really... don't have a single coin left?"

The realization was like a basin of icy water dumped over his head, freezing him from head to toe in an instant.

Only then did Yu Xiaogang truly realize the gravity of the situation.

Not only could he not have this steaming hot pot meal, even where he would sleep tonight and whether he could have a hot meal tomorrow had become unknowns.

He had never needed to worry about money before. The clan's stipends and the family's businesses had been enough for him to squander freely.

Later, after following Flender, he did not even need to pay for his own meals. He had never imagined that his bank cards could run out of money.

"Theory Master, what's wrong? Every card's empty?"

"Yeah, yeah. Didn't you say one meal was enough for us to earn in a year? Why can't you even afford hot pot?"

"How about this, Theory Master? Kneel and kowtow to us a few times. Maybe if we're feeling kind, we'll treat you to a bowl of noodles."

"Kneel! Kowtow!"

"Kneel! Kowtow!"

No one knew who started it, but more and more people joined in.

The synchronized chant echoed through the hot pot restaurant, like hammer after hammer smashing viciously into Yu Xiaogang's