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The orange sunset spilled over the bustling shopping street, amid the busy city, a young boy in a junior high school uniform skillfully rode his bicycle, weaving through the crowd.

"I'm back!"

In a quiet alleyway, the boy casually tossed his bicycle at the entrance of a half-open half-closed restaurant. If you looked closely, you'd notice the sign with the words "Chinese Cuisine" written in traditional characters hanging at the entrance.

The narrow sho ...

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