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Chapter 122: Crazy Little Plan
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2024-10-29 19:42:56What happened was very crucial because nobody, among all of the people passing back and forth to and from the entrance gate of the Hamlet Creek University, was able to spot us as we attempted to enter the hazardous and perhaps warning-driven front part of the area. None of the students, of the parents, and even of the three other guards who were assigned to guard the entrance gate was able to see us entered. We successfully overcame the overthought possibilities, both the good and the bad, without difficulty at all. All it took was just three minutes of creeping forward past the gigantic but dimmed gate of the university. Afterwards, we seek for hideout in the nearest hall--the Artists’ Hall, which by the way, was empty--and we hid it there. It did not took us long enough because on the seventh minute since we began our operation, the area cleared out for a moment. However, one thing I had noticed, we never saw any of my friends were fetched by their parents. That made me to c
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