Haicheng Pudong International Airport Lounge.
A boy quietly sat on a seat.
He looked straight ahead, holding a scrambled third-order Rubik's Cube in each hand.
With his slender, nimble fingers dancing, the two scrambled cubes were spinning rapidly, pausing every few seconds for a second, then spinning quickly again.
Strangely, the two Rubik's Cubes were never solved.
It was as if a novice was randomly fiddling, unable to play with the Rubik's Cube at all.
The bustling crowd at Haicheng Pudong International Airport, but the boy sitting amidst it, appeared exceptionally quiet and solitary.
The clamorous everything had nothing to do with him.
Not far from the lounge, a group of young people, who were heading to Island Country to participate in a Texas poker tournament, saw this scene and suddenly stopped in their tracks.
It wasn't yet boarding time, so everyone didn't have to rush to the plane.
"Someone's playing with a third-order Rubik's Cube," a young man said with a laugh.
