Searching for someone in northern Myanmar, and you call that earning tuition fees?

The only sound in the stadium was the mournful whistling of the wind blowing through the abandoned stands.

All eyes were on the figure in the center of the lawn.

Su Ming lowered his head, looking at the old football with insufficient air pressure at his feet.

This is an abandoned Spalding, its outer skin peeled off, revealing the inner husk covered in mud and dried grass clippings.

It's very dirty.

It's not round either.

But in Su Ming's eyes, it seemed more attractive than the madman with the detonator.

He stretched out his right foot and gently poked the side of the ball with his toe.

The ball rolled around once and came to rest in a relatively flat grassy puddle.

"What are you doing?"

The shadow's voice came from above, its tone full of confusion and annoyance at being slighted.

Su Ming didn't look up, but squatted down, stretched out his fingers, and pinched the flattened sphere a little, trying to restore some of its elasticity.

"The air pressure is too low, I need to find a point of leverage," Su Ming muttered to himself. "But the distance isn't too far, it should be usable."

"Use? Use what?"

The shadow leaned further out, the detonator in his hand waving in the light. "Su Ming! I'm asking you a question! Are you scared out of your wits? I'm talking to you about life and death, are you playing games?"

Lin Xiaoyue stopped crying and stared blankly at the boy.

His classmate, his friend, was about to die, so why did he still have the mind to touch that soccer ball?

Despair, a despair even deeper than before, enveloped her.

Inside the command vehicle.

Li Changfeng covered his face in anguish, despair welling between his fingers.

"Oh no... Does he think that as long as he kicks fast enough, the explosion won't be able to catch him?"

Jiang Nanyan stared intently at the screen, her voice hoarse: "This doesn't seem like simple psychological warfare... Is he observing, or... calculating something?"

"Calculate my ass!" Li Changfeng roared, pointing at the screen. "Look at that ball! It's deflated like a persimmon! He wants to use that thing as a sniper rifle? This is playing with fire, not a movie!"

In the dark web live stream room, the chat became lively.

[Are they just giving up on treatment already?]

[Hilarious! His last wish before he died was to play a game of football?]

This guy's interesting; his death was quite creative.

Su Ming finally stood up straight.

He took two steps back, tilted his head, and scanned back and forth between the deflated ball and the shadow high above.

"Um, I need to discuss something," Su Ming said, his voice carrying throughout the room via the microphone on his collar.

The shadow sneered, "Beg for mercy? Too late."

"No." Su Ming pointed to the shadow's hand, "Could you move your hand five centimeters to the left?"

The shadow froze: "What?"

"In your current position, your wrist is blocking your collarbone. I want to hit your wrist, but I'm afraid the ball's trajectory will be too erratic and hit your collarbone. If that happens, your hand will tremble, and the ball will go off." Su Ming sincerely suggested, "Move five centimeters to the left, exposing your entire wrist. That will increase your success rate from 85% to 98%."

shadow:"……"

Li Changfeng: "..."

Lin Xiaoyue: "..."

Shadow felt utterly humiliated.

He was declaring war on the world, he was judging all living beings, but the guy opposite him treated him like a shooting target in an amusement park.

Do I have to adjust my posture to cooperate?

"Fuck you!"

The shadow roared, not only refusing to move but also raising the detonator even higher, its entire body thrashing wildly behind the pillar. "You want to hit me? With that damn ball? Fine! Come on! I'll give you three seconds, consider it your final whistle! After three seconds, I'll press the button and send you on your way!"

"three!"

The shadow began to count down.

Su Ming sighed.

"Since the client is not cooperating, we have no choice but to increase the amount of calculations."

He stopped looking at his shadow, closed his eyes, and took a deep breath.

"alright."

Su Ming said softly.

"Now, it's time to settle this five hundred yuan debt."