Sudden--

Two men emerged from the deep darkness ahead, wielding sharp blades and staring at him with malicious intent.

"Asian."

"Hand over your money!"

Chu Zhi also sighed.

I was so focused on filming that I forgot about the precautions in New York.

He raised his hands and then handed the cash and camera from his pocket to the other person.

The robber refused to be filmed, saying, "My brother and I have a professional code of conduct; we only rob money, nothing else."

The two accepted the cash and prepared to leave.

Suddenly, one of the robbers looked Chu Zhiye up and down as if he were looking at prey, and said, "You're a delicate-looking kid."

Chu Zhi was speechless: "Don't you guys have professional ethics?"

"I'm sorry, I've changed my profession." The two then approached.

"You little scoundrel!"

Just then, a tall, dark-skinned black man appeared in the alley, holding a small gun.

Upon seeing the black man, the two immediately raised their hands: "Brother Mike."

"Get out!" the black man, Mike, shouted.

The two immediately dropped the cash and left the alley at lightning speed.

Seeing the two leave, Mike, the black man, opened his arms to Chu Zhi: "Hey, Chu!"

Chu Zhi hugged the other person and said, "Mike, you saved my life again."

Mike is a member of the gang in this area.

When I first arrived in New York, although I was familiar with the local customs and was cautious, an accident still occurred.

It was late at night when he was kidnapped by several men who demanded money. It was then that the black man, Mike, rescued him.

"We're friends, aren't we?"

"Of course." Chu Zhi smiled as well.

Mike, a Black man, complained, "These petty thugs these days have no manners. They kidnap pedestrians in broad daylight, making our gang lose trust here."

"If I were the gang leader in this area, I would definitely teach those punks a lesson."

"Only we can collect the money; no one else can!"

"I want to improve the local gang businesses, including meat vendors, noodle vendors, and casinos, by unifying their planning, operation, and distribution."

Chu Zhi listened quietly to Mike's plan, smiling without saying a word.

Mike, a black man, dreams of becoming a mob boss and the godfather of an underground gang, and he strives for this goal.

The two walked along the street.

Suddenly, Mike, the black man, stopped describing his business empire and patted Chu Zhiye's arm: "Chu, look at that beauty, wow, she's my dream girl."

Chu Zhi also looked over and saw a stunning white woman with fair skin and a beautiful face. Her legs were particularly eye-catching, long and straight, like works of art from ancient Greek sculptures.

The white woman glanced in their direction, and Mike, the black man, was thrilled: "Chu, that beauty likes me. I'm sorry, but I'm more charming than you."

"I'm going to go."

Immediately, Mike, a black man, approached the white woman and started chatting her up. She looked disgusted and quickly ran away.

Mike, the Black man, then returned, raising his head: "See? I told you that beauty liked me."

Chu Zhiye: "... ...How did you figure that out?"

“Do you know why she ran away?” Mike, the black man, explained. “Because she liked me, but she was so insecure that she felt she wasn’t good enough for me, so she had to leave. I’ve figured out that beauty’s psychology.”

Chu Zhi nodded: "That makes sense."

Sometimes you have to admire how confident foreigners are, regardless of age or gender.

Chu Zhi also changed the subject, saying, "By the way, Mike, I'm planning to go back to China in a few days."

"Go back to China?"

"Um."

Will they come back?

"Probably not."

If it weren't for fulfilling Zhong Tingyue's expectations, Chu Zhiye wouldn't even have gone abroad to study. Between the two, he preferred staying in China.

Once he leaves, the chances of him coming back are slim.

“Oh, my friend, we can’t meet.” Mike, the black man, exclaimed in surprise. “But don’t worry, I will come to China to see you.”

"Need not."

"It's okay, we're friends, I'll definitely come to see you."

"Really, you don't need to."

Mike, the black man, stared at Chu Zhiye: "Don't you consider us friends?"

"China prohibits guns and drugs," Chu Zhiye replied.

“Oh, I forgot.” Mike, the black man, slapped his forehead. “Alas, what a pity. Guns and drugs are such great things, the greatest inventions of the past few centuries. It’s such a shame that you’ve banned them.”

"However, I'm quite puzzled. You ban drugs, so how come your technology is still developing so rapidly?"

"Don't you need inspiration?"

Chu Zhiye and Mike, a black man, walked along the street, chatting idly.

Suddenly, Mike, the Black man, received a message and said, "Chu, those bastards from the Iron Curtain Brotherhood are trying to take our territory again. I'm leaving now."

After saying that, the black man, Mike, left.

Chu Zhi watched Mike's figure disappear into the deep alley, then shook his head with a smile.

... ...

As the sun set, Chu Zhi returned to campus, opened the door to his dormitory, and saw Wei Haoran entangled with a seductive woman.

The three looked at each other in bewilderment.

Chu Zhi also closed the door: "I won't disturb you two."

Wei Haoran is a romantic man who has brought many women to his dormitory, and he even invited Chu Zhiye to a threesome once.

All he could say was that he didn't have that ability.

Chu Zhi also went to the cafeteria and casually ordered a white rice dish, bread, raw eggplant, raw onion, and ketchup, which he choked up with.

The school cafeteria serves Chinese food, but the local Chinese food is modified and is extremely sweet, which he can't stomach. He prefers to eat white food.

While he was eating, a flushed white man walked by, carrying a bottle of liquor, and pointed at him, saying:

"You stinky monkey!"

"The dirty things that eat rice."

"You Asians all deserve to die!"

"You should go back to your own country!"

“... ..."

The white man swore and pulled at his eyes, making a squinting face.

Faced with the insults, Chu Zhi drank the last sip of water, then grabbed the glass and smashed it against the white man's head. The white man was so drunk that he could barely walk and was no match for him.

In a few quick movements, the white man fell to the ground.

Chu Zhi, panting, straightened his clothes and then left the cafeteria.

He sometimes quite likes the American culture and customs. When provoked, he will directly engage in physical combat. The two sides will fight fiercely, the winner will gain honor, and the loser will slink away.

Local police agencies also do not handle these types of cases.

This is a place that glorifies the law of the jungle, where the strong always prevail and the weak are not entitled to human rights; it is the birthplace of cyberpunk.

Chu Zhi also timed his return to his dormitory.

Wei Haoran was lying on the bed, smoking a cigarette after the act. The alluring woman had disappeared, and the room was filled with an indescribable smell.

He sprayed air freshener, and the air smelled much better.

"I know," Wei Haoran said smugly. "Tell me, why did we humans come into this world? Is this world meaningless to us? Did we choose the world, or did the world choose us?"

Chu Zhi also strongly suspected that Wei Haoran came to study in the philosophy department because of his interest and perception of the world caused by his excessively frequent physical activity.

Hmm... that's an interesting way to engage in philosophical thinking.

Chu Zhi washed up, then turned off the light and went to bed.

"Zhiye."

"Um."

"You're nineteen years old this year, right?"

"A few more days."

"That's amazing. You completed your Ivy League studies before you were even nineteen," Wei Haoran exclaimed. "I really think the professor is right. You have a great talent for philosophy. If you can continue your studies, you will achieve great things."

Wei Haoran was four years older than Chu Zhiye, but the former deeply felt that the latter was more mature and steady, and his views on human nature and the world were far superior to his.

Chu Zhiye replied, "It's alright."

Wei Haoran rolled over: "Do you hate your mother?"

He knew that Chu Zhi also intended to continue his studies, but Zhong Tingyue hoped that he would return home to inherit the family business, thus interrupting his studies.

"I don't hate."

“I don’t believe it,” Wei Haoran said. “There will be some degree of resentment. My dad sent me abroad back then, and I still hate him to this day.”

Chu Zhi smiled and said, "My mother can't stop me from doing what I want to do; she won't force me to do what I don't want to do."

"Talking nonsense." Wei Haoran couldn't hear any resentment in that voice at all, which was really hard to understand. He pulled the covers up and said, "Go to sleep. I'm going to dress up nicely tomorrow. It's the graduation party, and I'm going to charm thousands of girls."

... ...