The iPad was placed slantwise on the coffee table, playing a documentary. Nora Scott came back with a water cup, hearing her phone ding, she glanced at the documentary, absentmindedly took out her phone. [Eleanor Taylor]: Nora, God Z’s mysterious mechanical box has been opened! The one sharing the tutorial turns out to be a high school student! [Eleanor Taylor]: Check it out. [Eleanor Taylor]: So envious. [Eleanor Taylor]: [Picture] Messages kept coming in, Nora clicked to browse them, seeing the screenshot she sent. The strategy in the picture was clear and organized. Since the photo inadvertently included a part of a desk and school uniform, netizens unanimously determined that he was a high school student. Nora had a vague impression— Seems like someone from First Affiliated High School? That’s the school she attended when she transferred to Fenton City in her senior year, technically making them schoolmates. If she remembered correctly, this ’schoolmate’ was the one for whom Manager Woods contacted First Affiliated High School’s principal to send a prize. They had a holiday yesterday, so it should have been delivered today... If he unlocked it during a break, this kid must have some talent. Thinking this way, Nora didn’t pay much attention, responded a few words to Eleanor, then continued to watch the documentary only to find it had already finished playing. She clicked to exit the video, and upon refreshing, she saw a notification for a live stream with a familiar ID. Pausing her drinking, Nora was speechless, thinking that Miguel Smith must really have nothing better to do, she tapped the screen lightly, entering the live room. The screen was filled with comments. [This idiot really has no friends, on the second day of the new year, he’s streaming a match-3 game.] [Rain God, do you still remember those glorious years? Don’t degrade yourself !] [Worship the boss, even playing a match-3 game can attract a million viewers.] In the video, apart from the game’s sounds, there was only the mechanical clicking of the mouse. The camera in the lower-left corner focused on a hand holding a mouse, knuckles distinct, coated with a thin layer of sheen, emitting a cool white, quite eye-catching. The person controlling the game wasn’t saying a word. However, even so, the comments and tips kept coming. Sighing, Nora picked up her phone, dialing Miguel Smith. Moments later, the iPad rang with a melodious ringtone. The clicking of the mouse finally stopped, the hand moved away, groped for the phone, and answered. Draining a glass of water, Nora immediately asked, "Bestie Smith, wanna go shopping?" A hiss was heard, and Miguel’s clear, pleasant voice mixed with surprise from both directions— "Is it like a date, or just plain shopping?" [Oh my gosh, the eternal singleton actually has someone to go out with!] [Listen to this tone, can’t he maintain the cool demeanor like when streaming?] [A girl? Smells like love is in the air.] Countless comments immediately flooded the entire live stream. Raising an eyebrow at the screen, Nora reminded, "Turn off the stream." Miguel responded with an "Oh." The next moment, his entire face was plastered onto the screen, eyebrows lively, boasting to hundreds of thousands: "A friend invited me to go shopping, not streaming anymore. Go have fun on your own!" [Is that even human language!] [Go, go, it’s rare to have a friend, poor lad.] Nora said, "Just shopping." The chair was pushed out a distance, and Miguel incredulously said, "Wait, a beauty invites me, and it’s just plain shopping?" "I’m just afraid you’ll get bored to death at home." "But there’s no need to shop, can’t you take me somewhere fun?" Nora raised an eyebrow, "I took you to have fun before, but you refused to ever go again afterward, didn’t you?" Hearing this, Miguel nearly jumped on the spot, complaining: "You call that fun? It was suicidal! Nora, be honest, I was nearly depressed at the time, and what did you take me to do? Bungee jumping! Bungee jumping! You pushed me down without preparation, nearly took half my life." "But weren’t you no longer depressed afterward?" Nora was unfazed. Miguel was left speechless. After a while, he asked, "Where are we going shopping?" Nora named a shopping mall. "See you in an hour." Miguel hung up the phone. Nora tidied up a bit, and when leaving, thought of something, went back, and took the watch she bought earlier. Nora had just exited the subway when she saw Miguel leaning against a car door by the roadside. Dressed up flashy and cool, tall with long legs, the wind tousling his hair, his handsome face attracting the attention of many passing girls and ladies alike. Even the cleaning auntie passing by with a broom gave him a couple of extra glances. Nora Scott walked over, "Weren’t we going to meet at the mall?" "You didn’t say you were taking the subway here..." Miguel Smith muttered, "I’ll give you a ride." Nora tossed the bag over. Grabbing it with his hand, Miguel asked suspiciously, "What is it?" Seeing the watch brand, Miguel was incredulous, then pretended to be modest, "How can I accept this..." Pausing as she opened the passenger door, Nora deliberately glanced over, "So what, should I take it back then?" Miguel raised an eyebrow triumphantly, carrying the ’New Year gift’, he got into the car beaming. The watch, he wasn’t interested in. Add ’New Year gift’, and it’s different. Same old mall, same old crowd. "Do you want to buy clothes?" Out of respect for the gift, Miguel prepared to carry bags and run errands. Nora said, "Just browsing." Miguel turned his head, stared at her for a moment, and frowned, saying, "You’ve been wearing that coat for two years, right?" Glancing down at her coat, Nora seemed puzzled. She asked, "You remember that?" "Yeah." Miguel grinned, unable to contain his amusement, "You wearing that, and the scene of you kicking over that kid’s snowman, it’s a memory I’ll never forget." The mockery was too obvious, Nora shot him a threatening glare. Miguel couldn’t help it, "I mean, come on, you’re an adult, why pick on little kids?" She met Miguel two years ago, during the winter. The first heavy snow sealed Fenton City. After hearing about Antonio Easton’s illness, Nora had just left the hospital. Passing a park, she came across Miguel squatting by the roadside, dejectedly chewing on grass while watching kids build snowmen. A kid got careless, and a snowball hit her by sheer bad luck, so she... To be fair, the snowman was poorly constructed, with a shaky base, it toppled at the slightest touch. Later, Miguel helped her rebuild the snowman. "If you hadn’t knocked over that snowman, with your looks, I might have fallen head over heels for you at first sight." Recalling their first meeting, Miguel lamented with regret. Nora felt as if she had dodged a bullet, "Thank goodness." Miguel was left speechless, his self-esteem took a hit. After visiting a few stores, Miguel suddenly sensed something was off and asked, "You didn’t drag me here to help you pick a gift for Pedro Langley, did you?" Feeling like he’d been stabbed twice in the chest, Miguel’s mouth twitched, "Can’t you just lie?" "Is your heart made of glass?" "..." Miguel sighed, stuffing one hand into his pocket, "Last time you said, right after he graduated, what was he doing again?" Nora continued walking slowly, lazily responding, "Researching drones." "Then why not just buy a drone?" "Consumer drones available in the market, he surely doesn’t lack any—" The words stopped abruptly. In the next moment, Nora’s eyelashes fluttered down, and when she raised them, her eyes were clear and bright. Curious, Miguel looked over, "What?" Nora chuckled lightly, "Let’s not buy it, just browsing." Miguel was utterly baffled. "Alright, we’re on the third floor right now, the flight experience center is on the fifth floor—" A young man holding a gimbal, live-streaming, was about to go upstairs when he glanced at his phone. The dense barrage of comments left him stunned. Focusing on the screen, he was bewildered. [Wasn’t that Rain God we just passed by? Who’s the woman with him!] [Beautiful! Screaming like a marmot—Even my blurry screenshot is screen-licking worthy!] [Streamer, streamer! To the left! Please move the camera left!] [I can’t believe I stumbled upon some juicy gossip about Rain God here.] The young man scratched his head in confusion.