Yang Xiao no longer hesitated, and carefully unfolded the ball of paper.
Then, his gaze became fixated on the open paper.
As for the idea of rushing out of the dormitory to find the person who had thrown that paper ball, Yang Xiao had not entertained such a thought.
He believed that even if he went out at this moment, it would be a futile effort, and it was simply impossible to locate that person.
If that person had intended to meet him here, they could have just shown up directly; there was no need to throw a stone to ask the way or to start with a paper ball.
The person who had tossed the paper ball, it seemed, had already made their escape after completing what they had intended to do.
Thus, at this moment, Yang Xiao's entire attention was devoted to the ball of paper.
Indeed, as he had expected, the piece of paper was not just any paper—it had some writing on it, and that writing was the answer he had been looking for.
