There were no lights on the clearing, only a host of bonfires that had been lit.
The illumination was dim.
Yet, the general shape of the surroundings was still visible.
The basketball aimed at her flew with unerring accuracy.
Flossie Wright slightly squinted her eyes.
As others gazed with widened eyes, Flossie's frame shifted slightly, and the basketball brushed past her ear, bringing with it a slight chill and ruffling her hair.
A "thud" resounded.
The basketball grazed her and landed not far behind, issuing a gentle sound.
Flossie lifted her eyes, her gaze falling on Cassie Ferguson not too far away.
Standing still, Cassie stared at her coldly, her undisguised hostility mingling with the chill between her brows, devoid of any emotion.
Flossie withdrew her gaze.
Ignoring the provocation, she sidestepped and headed straight for the dormitory.
At the same time—
After a moment of surprise, there were numerous calls from the group of students.
