“Are you sure we should be doing this?” Zhao Kai asked for the third time, glancing over his shoulder as if a teacher might materialize out of thin air.
They were standing near the edge of the school grounds, close enough to hear the distant sounds of classes in session. The bell had rung barely ten minutes ago. Students were supposed to be seated, notebooks open, pretending to care.
“Relax,” Liu Jian said, grinning like a criminal mastermind. “It’ll be fun. We skip school, hit the gaming café, and I finally get to try that new game I told you about.”
Yang Jun raised an eyebrow, arms crossed. “And when we get caught?”
“We won’t,” Liu Jian replied easily, waving his hand. “I’ve got a plan. We sneak out, meet up at the café, and come back before anyone notices. Easy.”
Zhao Kai hesitated
