After leaving the dormitory building, Yu Wen and the others headed toward the south side of campus.
Zhang Yinyin trailed behind them at a distance.
That area was rather desolate. Along the way, they encountered no one except a few women out for their morning exercise.
The women's gazes were strange. They passed right over Yu Wen and Zhang Yinyin and fixed on Zhou Taifu, who was walking in the middle.
Their stares made him feel deeply uneasy.
"W-what do they want to do to me?" Zhou Taifu clutched the only undershirt he had on, his face as pale as paper.
Thankfully, the women only watched from afar. They didn't do anything improper, as Zhou Taifu had feared.
This world was terrifying. Zhou Taifu silently swallowed.
If he were left alone, he couldn't imagine what might happen.
The path came to an end.
The group stopped.
Before them was a tennis court, its fence several meters high and mottled with rust.
There was no one inside.
The morning light streamed down, and a layer of tiny particles drifted through the air.
The scent of dampness filled their nostrils.
It seemed as though it had rained the night before.
The court's surface was old concrete, with faint traces of white paint still visible, though they had blurred almost beyond recognition.
Most of the net had disappeared, leaving only bare posts.
Along one side of the fence stood rows of tiered seats.
After years of exposure to wind and sun, the plastic seats had cracked and faded white.
It was clear that this tennis court had been abandoned long ago.
Zhou Taifu looked at Yu Wen, who had brought them here, confusion and uncertainty flickering in his eyes.
Zhang Yinyin seemed to want to say something too, but when she noticed Yu