Staring at the intense sunlight, Xu Xiangyang arrived at a corner of the playground and stood below the wall.
The top of the wall was high, and the wall itself was smooth. Unless one was as agile as a gecko, it was generally difficult to climb up. However, the beauty of it was that there was a road on the other side of the wall. Tall metasequoia trees were planted by the road, and from this spot, a thick tree trunk stretched over from the other side of the wall...
He glanced around furtively, making sure no one was passing by, then bent his knees and leaped, grabbing the branch.
The branch drooped down like a stooped spine, but thankfully, there were no signs of it breaking. Just by looking at its curvature, one could tell that it had often been used as a handhold for climbing over the wall by the students of fifteenth middle school.
Xu Xiangyang pushed off with his feet a few times and quickly scaled the top of the wall.
