Primeiro Lugar no Exame Imperial

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Chapter One: Excuse Me, Could You Move?

In front of an ATM belonging to the Industrial and Commercial Bank of China, Duan Mingyu entered the amount he wished to withdraw. The machine then rattled away, counting money for what seemed like an eternity.

The noise attracted the attention of a crowd nearby.

At last, when the wretched machine finally fell silent, Duan Mingyu slowly took out a single hundred-yuan note beneath the expectant gazes of the onlookers. The people around him struggled to contain their laughter. A young woman who had just bitten into a piece of Kentucky Fried Chicken did not disappoint—she sprayed her boyfriend’s face with food. As she wiped him clean, she cast a resentful glance at Duan Mingyu, the culprit behind it all.

Duan Mingyu sighed inwardly. “My fault. It’s all my fault.” Then he slowly walked away.

Only then did people notice the young man’s appearance. He was twenty-two, with a tall, slender figure as straight as a measuring rod, healthy wheat-colored skin, sharply defined brows, a high bridge of the nose, and a pair of jet-black eyes in which darker shadows occasionally flickered. There was a cool, detached air about him, as though he were a hidden recluse living quietly amid the bustling world.

Duan Mingyu was a graduate of Peking University. Since he had ranked fourth among his roommates, his classmates had nicknamed him “Fourth Duan.”

Fourth Duan had no particular talents in his daily life, except for his fondness for tinkering with poetry, lyrics, music, and literature. He poss