The evening breeze was chilly and rustling.
In Old Lin's food stall, the clanging of woks and the clamor of patrons, mixed with the scent of food, swirled around Lin Chuan and Wang Zikai.
Lin Chuan stared intently at his phone, the strange image on the screen leaving his face full of confusion.
His book had disappeared.
Ming's book had disappeared as well.
Both of their books had been pulled from the ranking list of the anti-fraud writing competition!
Inside the food stall, Old Wang, sitting opposite at a small wooden table, looked stunned. He raised an eyebrow in surprise and said, "Your book is gone too?"
"Yeah, it's not on the leaderboard anymore," Lin Chuan replied.
"Let me see."
Old Wang, a puzzled look on his face, opened the anti-fraud competition page to check the novel section rankings.
Indeed!
Lin Chuan and Ming's books were nowhere to be found.
The first place had changed to Handon's "A World Without Fraud."