บท 81: 81, The fragility of life

The prison number 18 at night was, as ever, peaceful.

When Qing Chen returned to the training area, Uncle Li Dong stood steadily atop the parallel bars, quietly watching the reader, which displayed the Outer World's endgame chess positions exported by Lin Xiaoxiao.

Seeing Qing Chen come back, the older teacher smiled and said, "Judging by your complexion, it seems you've encountered some trouble?"

Qing Chen tossed the USB drive in his hand to Lin Xiaoxiao, then said to Uncle Li Dong, "This contains all the classical music sheets I could find in the Outer World; it should be enough to trade for a chance with teacher."

"Oh?" Uncle Li Dong became interested, "So what do you want to trade with me this time, to help you through this difficulty?"

Qing Chen shook his head, "I've said it myself, one must walk their own path, so this trading opportunity, teacher, you can just owe it to me for now."