Right.
There's still a class at night.
Fate hurriedly got dressed, grabbed his phone, went downstairs, rented a shared e-bike, and headed straight to school.
But as he got closer to the school, Fate suddenly smelled a strong scent of blood, as distinct as the smell of stinky tofu, lingering in the air, undispersed even by the cold winds of October.
Fate followed the scent of blood and quickly confirmed its source. It was drifting out from the forest park next to the school. As he rode a few more steps forward, he saw a large crowd gathered at the entrance of the forest park.
"Fate!"
Suddenly, a voice called out from behind on his left.
Fate turned his head and saw a young man with black-framed glasses and a side-swept hairstyle running toward him.
Yang Hao.
Fate's good friend from college.
"What's going on?" Fate quickly asked.
Yang Hao looked grim, "An upperclassman got into trouble."
"What?"
