Wang Mingzheng was muttering to himself when a fifteen or sixteen-year-old walked towards him. He carried a backpack and had a pair of endearing dimples on his face, radiating youthful energy yet carrying an air of detachment.,When Wang Ming suddenly saw him walking over, he stopped short. His hands instinctively tightened on his school bag strap, appearing somewhat nervous and afraid.,But Wang Ming was used to wandering and naturally prepared these things.。