Chapter 263: Aren’t You a Little Smug?

The street lights outside the hostel had been turned off for a few days now, and most of the building's residents had already returned to their hometowns for the Spring Festival. Only a few dorms were still lit, and the building's surroundings were unusually dark at night.

Zhang Heng turned on his powerful LED flashlight, which shone brightly with a white glow. Following Ma Wei's directions, he found the parked bicycle. It was a Flying Pigeon* bicycle Ma Wei purchased from a senior from his hometown. It appeared worn and rusted and seemed to have done more than a couple of miles under its belt.