C313 Hostess of the Banquet
He sped up and headed for her dormitory.
Judging by the time, it really would be 2: 30 or 3 o'clock.
It was three in the afternoon when the car stopped.
Downstairs, no one was waiting.
The passing pedestrians, the unfamiliar faces.
He suddenly had a bad feeling and immediately called her. Again and again, it was a mechanical voice: "The user you dialed was turned off