That afternoon, after finishing the call, Xu Xiangyang, Lin Xingjie, and Zhu Qingyue met on the streets near the school.
The shops here catered primarily to students from No. 15 High School and neighboring middle schools. Even on a Sunday, there would be young people who lived nearby wandering around.
They discussed the events of the weekend, which took place alongside the sports meeting, including how Lin Xingjie's actions failed to produce the intended effect. Zhu Qingyue's guess closely matched this, viewing it likely that someone had intercepted it en route.
"It seems there really is a problem."
Zhu Qingyue looked thoughtful.
"Do you guys remember what happened at the mall?"
The class president pointed to a quiet street corner not far away, where in the shadows, a basketball sat silently still.
