Click...In front of the door opposite, Wei Chen inserted the key into the keyhole and tried to twist it down, and the door opened in response.

The slightly empty room is not big. A bed is placed in the corner by the window, and an old table next to the bed is placed in front of the window. There are a lot of books placed on the bed against the wall and on the table.

On one end of the bed is a simple wooden rack with toiletries on it, and a kettle next to it.

There were several pairs of shoes and a suitcase under the bed, and a rope for towels and clothes were pulled in the room. Apart from that, there was nothing else.

"How come I am the only one living?" Wei Chen, who put his schoolbag on the bed, couldn't help but frown and murmur.

In Wei Chen's memory, he always shared a living with others when he was in junior high school. At first, he lived with a senior who was one year older than him. When he was in junior high school, the senior left in high school and another junior who was one year younger than him came. But now, he is obviously the only one living in this room!

"No, is this the same world as before?" I suddenly thought of Wei Chen, and couldn't help but take out a few five-pound bills from his pocket. Looking at the upper bust of a heroic man wearing dragon-patterned uniform and surrounded by two golden dragons, I couldn't help but glared: "It's not Grandpa Mao! What the hell?"

A few minutes later, on a street with crowds near the school, looking at the surrounding antique buildings, I even saw a Chinese medicine shop called "Bai Hetang" and Wei Chen, a pawnshop. I was completely confused. Could it be that he would have traveled to the Republic of China? But the people on the street were obviously dressed and were dressed by modern people!

"Huh? Is this... an Internet cafe?" In front of a Ming and Qing-style wooden attic on the street, looking at the three words "Qingfeng Pavilion" on the plaque above and the words "Internet cafe, Qing bar, tea room, chess and card" displayed on the LED screen below, Wei Chen, who muttered in shock, hesitated a little and walked in.

"Welcome!" As the two cheongsam girls inside asked crisp and pleasantly, they walked into Qingfeng Pavilion. Looking at the quiet and elegant layout, Wei Chen, who was a little guilty and nervous, walked straight to the quaint wooden front desk.

"Hello, sir, may I ask..." The woman in a black lady's suit raised her head and saw Wei Chen clearly. The smile on her fair and pretty face that made people feel like spring breeze suffocated slightly.

The woman in the front desk, who was a little surprised and stunned, looked at Wei Chen, who was dressed in a rustic manner, and reacted and forced a smile on her face and said, "Classmate, you..."

"Hello, can I access the Internet here?" Wei Chen asked with a faint smile before the front desk woman finished speaking.

"Uh...yes, then, do you have an hourly billing or a nighttime bill? We have an independent private room for internet access, 30 yuan per hour, and a nighttime bill is 180 yuan." The woman at the front desk said with a smile. When she saw Wei Chen's expression widening her eyes as if she was stagnant, her mouth was slightly open, she couldn't help but pause, and she smiled and didn't say anything more.

Wei Chen, who came to his senses, couldn't help but smiled bitterly in his heart with a slight twitching corner of his mouth. It's a pity that his living expenses for a week seem to be only 30 or 40 yuan, spending 30 yuan to go online for an hour? What about playing?

"Boy, this is not a place for you to come to consume," a sneer voice sounded, and a young man in a suit and tie walked in from outside, followed by a beauty in a black bat shirt and tight jeans.

However, compared to the graceful beauty of the bat shirt, the young man with a sharp mouth and a slightly hunchbacked face in a suit looks a bit like a monkey-shaped crown. Coupled with his face with a faint disdainful smile, it makes people even more annoying.

Wei Chen, who frowned and looked at him, walked straight out. In this world, there are always people who feel good about themselves. It would be too shameful to care about such people.

"Qingfeng Pavilion!" He left Qingfeng Pavilion and looked back at the three words "Flying Dragon and Phoenix" on the plaque. A cold Wei Chen flashed in his dark eyes and left directly. One day, he would walk here calmly and calmly again.

After running around the street for a long time, Wei Chen finally saw a sign with the words "Speed ​​Internet Cafe" at an alley. He walked dozens of meters in the alley. The sign with a somewhat dilapidated Ji Speed ​​Internet Cafe appeared in front of Wei Chen.

Walking into the fast Internet cafe transformed into the basement, a noise mixed with the sound of typing on the keyboard and the smell of smoke came to my face, which made Wei Chen frown and almost couldn't help but turn around and go out.

The smoky underground space has a little dim light, but it can still be seen clearly that there are at least hundreds of machines, but they are basically very worn, some are already covered in dust, and even some old antiques with big belly.

"Classmate, is it the first time I've been here? I haven't seen you before," next to the stairs leading to the underground space, sitting in front of a large-screen computer with colorful lights that looked very eye-catching. He was wearing a shabby leather jacket and a yellow-haired young man with a cigarette in his mouth looked up at Wei Chen and narrowed his eyes and spit out a smoke.

Wei Chen asked casually without comment: "Are you the boss here? How much does it cost per hour?"

"It depends on what machine you use, one or five hours at first, one or five hours at second, one or five cents at third. By the way, there is also a private room, three hours at hour," said the yellow-haired young man.

It was the first time I heard that there were still first-class Internet machines in Internet cafes. Wei Chen was stunned and asked, "What is the third-class machine?"

"Third-class? It's a bit more stuck," said the yellow-haired young man with a light eyebrows casually: "Don't worry, the web page can still be opened."

Get some clues? Wei Chen nodded lightly and said, "Okay, drive me a third-class machine. By the way, does a third-class machine have a private room?"

"Yes, third-class machine, private room costs one dollar per hour, and six yuan per night. From now on, it's the first time I'm here, I'll give you a little cheaper, eight yuan, how about it?" When Wei Chen asked for a private room, the yellow-haired young man suddenly felt energetic and enthusiastic.

Wei Chen hesitated a little and nodded. There was no way, he had no source of income yet and was short of money! He was not saving money and wouldn't have enough money for dinner next week.

But he was anxious to understand this world, and the Internet was undoubtedly the best way. Only by understanding this world can he find a way to make money as soon as possible! Rebirth is not just about coming back to study hard!

Holding a shabby paper card, Wei Chen walked into the so-called private room. It was not as big as the bathroom. A layer of gray light tubes on the wall were lit with dim lights.

After opening the worn-out, big belly old antique computer, Wei Chen finally understood what Huangmao said, "Stick Point" means. He really can only open the web page!
Chapter completed!