The noon dismissal bell rang, instantly transforming the quiet atmosphere of the campus.
Dense crowds of students poured out of every teaching building, flooding into corridors and stairwells before converging on the central square, a surging sea of people spilling toward the school cafeteria.
Chai Wei stood in the second-floor east corridor, looking down with a lofty detachment at the magnificent spectacle of the crowd heading west. He raised a can of soda, toasting the empty air ahead, or perhaps toasting the teeming masses down below.
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