Late at night, the moon shone brightly amid sparse stars, and a gentle breeze drifted by.
Two figures strolled around the quiet campus.
Xiang Xiaotong walked along the narrow curb at the side of the road like a child.
"You're so childish." With his hands in his pockets, Song He looked disdainfully at her as she concentrated on stepping along the curb.
"Mute button." Xiang Xiaotong kept her head lowered as she walked along the curb. "I'm tightrope walking. There are cliffs on both sides, and I'll fall to my death if I slip. Don't disturb me."
Song He couldn't hold back his laughter. "You're unbelievably childish. The dignified director of the Brain Science Institute, Chen Prize winner, and academician, obsessed with walking along curbs?"
Xiang Xiaotong snorted, unmoved.
As Song He walked, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he dashed into the bamboo grove by the road.
Two seconds later, he returned to the main road with a long, slender bamboo stick in his hand. It was straight and smooth!
His eyes shone. The value of this completely natural bamboo stick was simply off the charts! What man could resist such temptation?
"Hah!"
Song He shouted and swung the bamboo stick, hacking fiercely at the bushes by the roadside.
The bushes burst with leaves, which rustled noisily.
Song He became addicted in an instant. As he walked forward, he brandished the bamboo stick, changing stances like a swordsman and ruthlessly hacking at the bushes, having the time of his life.
Xiang Xiaotong couldn't hold back her laughter either. "You're even more childish than a child! Those little bushes were growing perfectly well. What did they ever do to you?"
"What bushes? They're all rebels! I'm borrowing the heads of these treacherous traitors for a while!" Song He's bamboo sword