Four o'clock in the morning.
The sky is dark, the air cold and damp.
A dirt truck returning at night rolls over the road, dust flying, a resolute figure with a basketball makes his way toward the Fourth Middle School gate.
Gradually, the outline of the gate emerges, along with the figure of a tall and burly man, Gao Heshuai, with heavy bags under his eyes and bloodshot eyes, looking rather intimidating.
The only sound on the entire road is Wu Xiaoqi's footsteps, echoing down the empty street.
In a narrow path, the hero wins!
But Wu Xiaoqi was not afraid, should danger arise, he would unleash his well-practiced elbow strike!
Gao Heshuai's usually bold voice sounded hoarse: "Wu Xiaoqi."
Wu Xiaoqi chewed on his Xuan Mai gum, greeting as usual: "Yo, Mr. Gao, you won again today."
Then, changing his tone, he said: "But today is the 17th, and if you lose even one day from now on, you lose this bet."
Gao Heshuai listened, his forehead veins twitching.
