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The next morning, just as dawn was breaking, the city was not yet fully awake.

Chen Chu was woken up by the alarm clock. He reached for his phone, turned off the alarm, lay on the bed for three seconds, and then sat up.

Today is Sunday, no need to ask for leave, just go straight to do a charity event. It's called a charity event, but in reality it's a survival challenge arranged for the father and son by the production team...

The survival challenge for the penniless.

When he walked out of the bedroom, Chen Ziran had already finished washing up and was standing in the living room.

Wearing a clean white T-shirt and athletic shorts, with a small backpack on his back, he looked energetic.

Chen Chu looked him up and down: "What's in your backpack?"

Chen Ziran patted his backpack: "The guide. I made it last night. It includes the bus route map, the location of the Taoist temple, and the surrounding terrain."

Chen Chu was taken aback: "You actually did a research trip?"

"Of course." Chen Ziran unzipped his backpack a corner, revealing a neatly folded A4 sheet of paper inside. "I spent two hours last night checking bus routes. I didn't have any money, my phone, or GPS, so I had to rely on this."

Chen Chu walked over and patted him on the head: "Good boy, you're amazing. You can even remember such a complicated circuit."

Chen Ziran's lips curled up slightly at the compliment, and he tried to put on an expression that said "it's no big deal," but his steps were noticeably lighter.

The production crew was already waiting downstairs.

The director himself arrived, holding a cup of hot soy milk, with an undisguised gloating smile on his face.

Seeing Chen Chu come out, he made a point of greeting him: "Good morning, Chen. The weather is nice today, perfect for outdoor activities."

Looking at his expression, Chen Chu couldn't help but sigh, "How can the hatred between people reach such a level?"

The director pretended not to hear and continued to smile.

He followed behind Chen Chu and Chen Ziran, and when they reached the entrance of the stairwell, he suddenly called out to them, "Wait a minute."

Chen Chu stopped and turned around.

The director's gaze fell on Chen Ziran's wrist, where he was wearing a Little Genius phone watch.

He pointed his finger: "I said, no cheating. No electronic devices allowed. Watches count too."

Chen Ziran glanced down at the phone watch on her wrist, then looked up at Chen Chu, her expression somewhat subtle.

"Dad...it seems we've been discovered."

Chen Chu remained unfazed: "I don't know. And you're wrong. What do you mean by 'we'? You were the one who was discovered, not me."

Chen Ziran stared at him, mouth agape, for several seconds before managing to stammer out, "...Are you my real father?"

He lowered his head, took off his phone and watch, and handed them to the director, his gesture carrying a sense of reluctance as if he were being forced to surrender his weapon.

The director took the watch, nodded in satisfaction, stepped aside, and gestured for the watch to be taken.

Chen Chu finally walked out of the stairwell.

Without his phone or navigation, he stood at the entrance of his residential compound, looking at the familiar street before him, and suddenly felt a sense of bewilderment, like a caveman entering a modern city.

He stood in front of the bus stop sign, looking at the densely packed route map. The numbers jumped around in front of him, but he couldn't recognize any of the routes.

A hand reached out from beside him, holding a folded A4 sheet of paper. When unfolded, it revealed a bus route map drawn on it in neat handwriting.

Chen Ziran stood next to him, her expression calm: "Take bus 302 to People's Square Station, transfer to bus 7 to the terminal station, and then walk a few hundred meters to get there."

Chen Chu looked at the hand-drawn route map, then glanced at the boy next to him who was barely shoulder-high. The boy was looking down at the map, tracing a line with his finger, and muttering, "First take the 302, then transfer to the 7..."

That serious expression made Chen Chu momentarily dazed.

He patted Chen Ziran on the shoulder and praised him in a very sincere tone, "My good son, you are really amazing. You can remember such a complicated route. You are simply a human GPS navigator."

Chen Ziran closed the map and stuffed it back into his bag, a slight smile playing on his lips, but he feigned nonchalance: "What's the big deal? I just spent two hours looking at maps."

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I'm truly speechless. When they come out to do charity work, their first question is always, "Does the Taoist temple provide meals?"

Does the temple provide meals? If not, he might immediately move on to another temple.

[And did you notice that he said, "Buddha will forgive us"? Wasn't he going to a Taoist temple?]

[Buddha: I forgive you, but can you please distinguish between a Taoist temple and a Buddhist temple? You've gone to the wrong place to worship; I'm not responsible for providing meals.]

[Hahaha, this father and son are a perfect match! One manages the strategy, the other manages the convincing.]

Just as Chen Chu and Chen Ziran were swaying along on the bus towards the Taoist temple, on the other side of the city, Xu Danian was standing on his balcony, holding a cell phone, having just ended a call.

The screen displays the name of the most recent contact, "Boss Wang".

The hand that held the phone.

He just called Boss Wang to thank him for arranging flyer distribution and goods moving jobs for Xu Ziang, which allowed him to earn money and save face for his father in front of the production team.

But after the call connected, before he could finish speaking, Boss Wang interrupted him in a very impatient tone.

"Old Xu, your son hasn't come to work for me at all. I haven't seen him once in days. Don't come to me for work again; he has no integrity whatsoever."

Then the call ended.

Xu Danian stood there for a long time, listening to the busy tone coming from the receiver.

He slowly put down his phone and looked out the window at the gray sky.

There were no flyers distributed, and no goods were moved.

Where did that money come from?

His mind replayed the scenes of the past few days like a movie. Xu Ziang left early and returned late every day, looking very tired. When asked if he was tired, he said he was okay. When asked how much money he had made, he lowered his head and said a number.

He didn't think much of it at the time.

But now every detail is magnified, reminding him that something is wrong.

His hand holding the phone trembled slightly, not from fear.

Anger arises from the heart.

A feeling of being deceived, a deep-seated anger welling up inside.

Meanwhile, in a classroom at Shude Middle School, Xu Ziang was sitting by the window, his head slowly sinking down.

Around 1 a.m. last night, after his father fell asleep, he secretly climbed out the window and went to an internet cafe.

He took a boosting job in Apex Legends and played for more than four hours, not leaving the internet cafe until after 5 a.m. He then climbed through a window to go home and lay in bed pretending to sleep.

When he got up at 6:30, he felt like his soul was still floating in mid-air.

It was the first class. The math teacher was explaining the vertex form of a quadratic function on the podium, his voice steady and monotonous, like a lullaby without any ups and downs.

Xu Ziang's eyelids grew heavier and heavier. He propped his chin up with his hand, trying to stay awake, but his head kept nodding uncontrollably.

His deskmate poked him with a pen, and he suddenly looked up, blinked, and pretended to listen to the lesson.

Less than three minutes later, his head started nodding again.

His consciousness floated between sleep and wakefulness. He dreamt that he was standing on the APEX podium, with many people cheering below, and his father standing in the front row, smiling and clapping at him.

Then the image suddenly shattered.

He saw his father's face turn from clapping to ashen, and heard a voice coming from a great distance.

Where did that money come from?

He suddenly woke up with a start, looked up, and saw a layer of cold sweat on his forehead.

The math teacher was looking at him, his gaze carrying a hint of warning.

The classroom was quiet, with only the sound of the wind outside the window and the turning of pages.

He lowered his head and pretended to read a book, his heart pounding.

He convinced himself to calm down; his father wouldn't know.

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