Year 4.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
Half a semester had passed with me carefreely gaming my time away in the dorm.
I started the fourth year with 77 credits, thanks to the volunteering program.
Only 75 credits were needed to graduate so I was safe. It felt good not having to worry about retaining.
Plus, I already had to fret over my final thesis. Then again, with the Internet, it wasnât a big cause for concern.
There were three days left to the first draft submission.
As I was searching for content on the web, a pop up on the bottom right-hand corner caught my attention: 12-year-old genius with extraordinary proficiency in mathematics!
I clicked it and saw that it was Xiaoyu in the program âThe Strongest Brainsâ.
I put my thesis aside and started binge watching.
Her performance on the show was basically perfect and each display left the audience, including me, in awe.
Two weeks later, Xiaoyu became the strongest player of the program.
Half a year later, she represented China in international competitions.
I thought about how easy it was going to be for her to defeat her competitors.
It seemed that what I had done half a year ago was good after all, as evident from that prideful smile on her face.
Fast forward half a year.
I graduated and started working in a company as a lowly employee.
Life was rather comfortable and I did not mind the slight overtimes.
One night at 7 PM, when I was still rushing two reports, my phone rang.
It was a foreign number.
âLuqiao?â
I recognized the presidentâs voice immediately even though he sounded older and frailer.
âYes. Are you the president?â I asked.
âSorry to disturb you now, but I donât have long to live.â
âWhat do you mean?â I asked in doubt.
âLate stage cancer. Few months left. I called you because Iâm worried about Xiaoyu.â
âIsnât she doing great? I saw her on television. Sheâs going to represent China in a competition soon, isnât she?â
âItâs not her achievements that Iâm worried about, but her original aspiration. Do you remember her goal?â
âTo solve the seven questions? To unravel the secret behind numbers?â I answered.
âIt seems like sheâs distracted right now, and also somewhat rebellious. I hope youâll bring her back on track.â
âWhat do you want me to do? Isnât she doing great now?â
âHer talentâs been exploited by an entertainment program. Is that really a good thing? Havenât you noticed that sheâs been displaying the same few skills that sheâd learned previously? Sheâs not progressing at all. I donât know if sheâs still improving her math. I hope you can make a trip to Beijing to check on her. Come back if Iâve been worrying for nothing. Otherwise, please bring her back on track.â
âAlright, sheâs in Beijing now?â
âSheâs only 13 and I canât hold on much longer. If possible, please help me look after her, at least until she turns 18.â
âBut I have my own things to do...â
âIâve been saving money for the past decade, and I can give all of them to you. Thatâs about 3,000,000. Iâll get you a ticket to Beijing and send you the address of the broadcasting station. Sheâll still be recording for The Strongest Brains so go ask about her situation and judge for yourself.â
âIâll try my best to guide her if sheâs on the wrong track, but at the end of the day, I canât really change the way she thinks even if sheâs still a child.â
The line disconnected and I received a message shortly after.
It was information about the plane ticket.
A message containing an address came in seconds later.
I hadnât expected them to use the personal details I had provided before starting work at the institution.
Without a choice, I called my boss and requested a five-day leave.
I headed for Beijing the next day.
...
Things went smoothly and I arrived at the broadcasting station safely.
There were many posters of Xiaoyu hanging outside the building on both sides.
âUndefeatable War God.â
âVictor in all 24 episodes, Xiaoyu the Devil King!â
These posters could be seen everywhere, which made me realize how popular and well-liked Xiaoyu had become.
I was about to enter the main hall but I was stopped by the security guards.
âWork pass?â
âIâm Xiaoyuâs friend. Please let me in.â
âFriend? Theyâre all her friends,â he sneered, pointing at a bunch of people in tents not far away from the building.
âTheyâre crazy fans, wow, but I really am her friend,â I tried explaining.
âNo pass, no talk,â he said firmly.
I felt annoyed by the fact that the president had prepared so much for this trip yet neglected to give me Xiaoyuâs contact number.
I walked to a side and gave him a call.
The line connected a long while later, but the person on the other end was a nurse.
âHi, how may I help you?â she asked.
I could somewhat remember that voice but I wasnât able to point out who it was exactly.
âWhereâs the president?â
âHeâs in critical condition so he was taken to the hospital yesterday. We found him too late, however, and heâs unconscious in the emergency ward right now,â she relayed.
âWhy is his phone with you?â
âHe was sent away in a rush and his phone dropped out of his pocket so we placed it in the nursesâ resting room and I happened to be around when you called.â
My first thought was the 3,000,000 that he promised.
âDid he mention anything about me?â I asked.
âSorry, you are?â
Oh, right.
âLuqiao,â I supplied.
âI heard him talking about a letter he left for Xiaoyu. Itâs on the table. As for you, nope.â
I hung up, more or less convinced that the president wasnât going to make it.
Who was going to take care of Xiaoyu?
I remembered seeing a rich man visit before I left the institution that year.
Could he be the one that had been supporting Xiaoyu?
There was nothing I could do except to wait for her to appear.
Time passed and a chance finally came.
A luxurious black car drove over, alerting everyone around.
The fans rushed out of their tents, quickly sandwiching me and obstructing traffic.
They were all calling her name and I stood out like a sore thumb.
Rows of guards emerged to form a barrier between the car and the crowd.
Xiaoyu exited the main hall and the whole place erupted in cheers.
I waved vigorously. âXiaoyu, itâs me, Luqiao!â
She saw me, to my surprise.
She stopped and pointed at me, and the guards instantly paved a way for me.
âWhat are you doing here?â she asked, smiling.
âIâm here to see you,â I answered simply.
She pointed at the car and grinned. âGet in, Iâll bring you to have some good food.â
âSure,â I agreed, somewhat at a loss.
She grabbed onto my arm and pulled me over to the car.
A reporter dashed over and pointed his camera at us.
He panted a little before asking, âMay I know who this is, Miss Xiaoyu?â
I stood awkwardly as she answered, âYouâve seen how I won every time in the competition, right? Heâs the only person Iâve ever lost to. His name is Luqiao.â
The crowd went wild.