Will There Be a Definite Feeling This Time?

On the same night Lou Cheng and Yan Zheke went cycling and Peng Leyun practiced in the pool, the Capital College Martial Arts Club was silent and empty with all its lights off.

Moonlight was spilling on the floor through the window when Chen Diguo stood before the door of the locker room.

He paused for a few seconds before taking out the key, opening the door, and walking in. Under what little light there was, he stuffed his hands in his pockets and looked around the place carefully. He took in the metal benches, the isolated bathroom, and the clean washroom.

Chen Diguo took two steps forward and stood before the lockers. With another key, he opened the one with his name on it.

His locker was cluttered with things, like shampoo bottles and backup razors.