On Friday, schools let out earlier. By the time Zhao Yi parked his bicycle, dusk had already fallen.
Zhao Yi stopped, locking up his bike.
A man with a small beard quickly approached him, saying, "Are you Zhao Yi, the genius hacker? Can I get a quick interview?"
"Go ahead."
After a few days, he had gotten used to it.
Some reporters were always waiting downstairs. They were different every day, probably because he was not noteworthy enough to be monitored closely. They usually asked a few questions and left, with only a few wanting to follow him inside to take an interview, which he flatly refused.
An elder in a Zhongshan suit standing at the gate of the building called out, "Little Yi, do you need help?"
The man with the small beard shuddered.
"Thank you, uncle, no need,"
Zhao Yi replied.
Since he became a celebrity online, many reporters had been coming for interviews, causing the neighbors around him to regard him as an important star in their neighborhood.