When Zhang Lei saw that the returning young miner was none other than his pretty-boy classmate, Chen Pingchuan, the confusion on his face instantly vanished. He forced a fake smile and greeted him enthusiastically.
"Brother Chen's back, huh? How did it go this time? Still no luck?"
"Hmm."
Chen Pingchuan's voice was somewhat cold. This was not his first time returning to the central clearing to dump waste slag.
The first time he returned empty-handed, everyone simply thought Chen Pingchuan was having bad luck. But this was already his fourth trip, and he was moving more than twice as fast as the others. Furthermore, his basket was fully loaded every time, showing no signs of slacking. This was all very strange.
The miners' gazes began to change subtly, now tinged with confusion and suspicion. Some couldn't help but whisper, though their low voices still reached Chen Pingchuan's ears.
