Wang Mingzheng was muttering to himself when a fifteen or sixteen-year-old walked towards him. He carried a backpack and had a pair of endearing dimples on his face, radiating youthful energy yet carrying an air of detachment.,When Wang Ming suddenly saw him walking over, he stopped short. His hands instinctively tightened on his school bag strap, appearing somewhat nervous and afraid.,At that moment, a black ball fell out of the pocket of the garment, making a sound in the silent little room.。