The first evening self-study after the Mid-Autumn Festival had ended.
There were five minutes left before class started.
Jiang Ning had just arrived in the classroom when he noticed an unusual atmosphere.
He had pushed the door open, remembering that Class 8 usually left the door open except during holidays and after school.
The classroom was full of students, but it wasn't the noisy hubbub it usually was; instead, it seemed somewhat eerie.
The sports committee member, Zhang Chi, dressed in a school uniform, stood at the lectern, staring straight over.
The classmates also looked over one by one, and Jiang Ning laughed:
"What's going on, giving me a special salute?"
Laughter erupted in the classroom, dissipating the previously oppressive atmosphere a bit.
Sitting in the front row, the mature-looking Huang Yuzhu said, "Zhang Chi's basketball is missing; he was just asking if anyone knew where the basketball was."
