The night was deep and still, yet the cries of summer cicadas and frogs rose and fell one after another.
Under the veil of night, a figure dressed in black stealthwear quietly approached the male dormitory under cover of darkness. At last, he stopped beneath the balcony on Song Shuhang's floor.
"This should be the place." The black-clad figure muttered softly. Then he lightly leaped, and with a whoosh, sprang onto the balcony of Song Shuhang's dormitory.
The second floor of the male dormitory was three and a half meters high. Adding the half-meter railing, it reached a full four meters. Yet the black-clad figure did not need a running start; he effortlessly jumped straight up onto the balcony from the ground.
With this kind of leaping power, if he put it to work for his country, a world championship would be his for the taking—a standing high jump of four meters without a running start! No matter what level of high jumper they were, anyone seeing that result would shed tears as they silently offered up their knees.
Of course, it was even more likely that people all over the world would suspect he had taken some drugs, or secretly installed some advanced technological product in his muscles or something.
The dormitory balcony door was a floor-to-ceiling window door, simple and elegant.
The black-clad man first cautiously surveyed the area. After confirming that no one was paying attention, he drew a thin blade from his waist and slipped it into the crack of the floor-to-ceiling window door.
Without any visible movement from him, the lock on the door was picked open. His lockpicking skill had been maxed out.
He gently pushed open the window door and entered the room. His movements were as light as a cat's, and the