Building No. 2, current location of the first-year high school students.
It's class time, and the deserted corridor suddenly sees a group of uninvited guests hugging gift boxes.
They walk silently, only the sound of their footsteps echoing, as if they are conducting some grand ceremony.
In reality, this operation is an adventure, a gamble, and if caught by the school, they will surely face some punishment.
But the word 'fear' doesn't exist in the dictionary of teenagers.
Earlier, as they passed the square, the cheers and exclamations of familiar people behind them had already made them feel how glorious and sensational this momentous act was.
They were all walking on the ultimate path.
The autumn sunset shone on the exterior walls of the school building and spilled into the corridor, illuminating the stairs near the corridor. Step by step, they ascended the stairs, with light casting on them, merging and changing with shadows.
