"But fishing doesn't care about your status or equipment, none of that matters. In this circle, whoever can catch a fish is the badass."
Lin Zida kept up the persuasion: "You won't be able to play basketball this year, why not pick up a hobby?"
Zhuang Jianhui, who initially scoffed, was now tempted by the idea.
Lin Zida: "Shuyan, are you going fishing?"
Ding Shuyan, expressionless: "We'll see."
...
At sunset.
Jiang Ning's electric scooter glided through the gate of Fourth Middle School, down the spacious main path, with students bustling about.
He deliberately rode slowly, causing some students to look on bewildered. Hadn't the security office repeatedly emphasized that scooters weren't allowed on campus?
Why were they so brazen?
The streetlights along the path were lit, yet the sun was still hanging in the sky. Xue Yuantong watched as the sun slowly dipped behind the school building.
After parking his scooter, Jiang Ning entered the classroom of Class 8.
