The art, calligraphy, and science classrooms were all locked and empty. It looked as though they had only put up the signs and had yet to start classes.
Only the Go and ball sports classes had their doors open.
Lin Dongzhe ran to the Go classroom and poked half his head through the doorway.
Inside, a group of teenagers sat facing one another in pairs, square, gridded boards before them, black and white stones distinctly scattered across their surfaces.
Lin Dongzhe did recognize Go. All that television he had watched at Grandpa Zhang's house had not been for nothing.
The Go classroom was quiet, with almost nothing to be heard but the sound of stones landing on boards.
Lin Dongzhe wanted a closer look, but the hushed atmosphere intimidated him so much that he did not dare step inside.
The three stood at the doorway for only a moment, and only a handful of people inside swept indifferent glances their way.
Not wanting to disturb anyone's game either, Zhou Cheng gently patted Lin Dongzhe's shoulder. The little brat immediately took the hint and pulled his head back.
Compared with the Go class, the ball sports class was much livelier.
Though called a "ball sports class," it would more accurately have been called a table tennis class.
Because of a certain historic event known throughout the nation, table tennis had leaped to become the country's most sought-after ball sport years earlier.
Lin Dongzhe was even more familiar with table tennis.
Several concrete tables stood on the Affiliated Primary School campus, and quite a few older students played during breaks.
The ball sports classroom was twice the size of the Go classroom, with six tables inside.
There were a dozen or so teenagers here too, some playing and others watching from the