The door swung open, and an eight-year-old boy entered, slapping a basketball as he walked.
Taller than his peers, the baby fat on his face had faded, contouring his features more sharply, his appearance becoming chiseled, exuding hints of aggression.
Passing the corner of the hall, at the base of the stairs, there was a basketball hoop on the wall; he casually tossed the ball into it, where it was caught by the net.
Junjun took a sip of water before flopping down onto the couch.
No sooner had he lain down than the door opened again, and another boy who looked exactly like Junjun and was the same height walked in.
It was Zhengzheng who, upon seeing Junjun, asked, "You're back? Wasn't there a basketball game?"
"Moved to tomorrow. Don't you have a fencing match, didn't you go?"
Zhengzheng didn't respond.
Junjun really wanted to roll his eyes, "What have you been up to behind my back again?"