School had barely resumed for the new term, and already the halls felt alive with noise, movement, and barely contained chaos. Lockers slammed, shoes squeaked against polished floors, and voices echoed endlessly through the long corridors. As usual, it was never a quiet or calm day when Liu Jian was around. Trouble seemed to follow him as naturally as a shadow, and today was no exception.
The trio found themselves sprinting through the labyrinthine corridors of their high school, hearts pounding, shoes skidding slightly as they turned corners too fast. Laughter bubbled out of Liu Jian even as he ran, clearly enjoying the situation far more than he should have. Zhao Kai ran with focused efficiency, already calculating escape routes and possible hiding spots. Yang Jun, slightly behind them,
