Chen Fan felt a little stifled in the chest when he saw the two men standing by the sinks, because they didn't look like good people at all.
They were probably the delinquents at school who never studied properly, smoked and drank, and hung around with people from society. Chen Fan had seen similar guys blocking people at classroom doors after school, or swaggering down the hall with their little girlfriends, looking utterly imposing.
Although the vast majority of them would quickly be weeded out and beaten down by society after the college entrance exams, during their high school years, they truly occupied the upper levels of the Pyramids.
Compared to them, Chen Fan, a mere background extra, was undoubtedly one of the tiles at the bottom of the tower. So when the people opposite him told him not to use the restroom here, he wisely prepared to leave rather than asking why he wasn't allowed in when this was clearly a public restroom.
But just as he was about to turn around and leave, he heard an agitated voice from inside the restroom.
"That was a clean block! I didn't touch your hand at all! Everyone around us can testify to that."
Chen Fan's body trembled, because he recognized that voice. It belonged to Wang Ruizhe, his best friend, who had grown up in the same neighborhood as him. Unlike Chen Fan, Wang Ruizhe had always been somewhat hyperactive. At just sixteen, he had already grown to 1.77 meters tall. His grades were average, but he had always excelled in sports.
Especially basketball. His drives were sharp, his three-pointers deadly accurate, and his defense tough. Whenever he stepped onto a basketball court, he immediately drew the attention of plenty of girls. Girls would even bring him water from time