After evening study, Lu Mi and Roman went to sign in at the guardhouse.
The guard once again told them they had to patrol until eleven thirty that night, and that he would be watching them through the surveillance cameras.
Lu Mi repeatedly agreed, watching out of the corner of his eye as a figure slipped furtively inside and hid under the desk.
Cheng Cheng had taken his advice and removed his overly conspicuous belt. He flashed him an OK sign.
The teaching building was cold and eerie.
Lu Mi and Roman made two perfunctory rounds of the first floor, until a whisper came from the device in his hand:
"Moshi moshi-calling darling Lu Mi!"
Lu Mi raised the walkie-talkie to his mouth. "I can hear you."
Cheng Cheng had spent a fortune on the walkie-talkies at the Panel Mall, placing the order without a moment's hesitation.
And he had bought a whole pile of them, making it hard not to wonder whether he really still intended to save up money to exchange for the points he needed to get out.
Rustling came from the other end. Cheng Cheng seemed to be moving around:
"The guard's gone. He headed toward the Teacher Dormitory... wahahaha, abandon all illusions and get ready for some juicy gossip!"
The guard's departure meant no one was watching them anymore.
Lu Mi ignored Cheng Cheng's subsequent nonsense and called to Roman. The two of them headed straight for the Class Four classroom on the fourth floor.
Chilly gusts swept down the corridor, but their steps never slowed.
Flames sprang to life in Lu Mi's palm, and he strode straight into the classroom.
By the window, a figure with a severely tilted head slowly turned around. The firelight revealed a disfigured face.
He asked, "Excuse me, can