Zhang Changong woke up and saw a shadow dart past the window.
Still confused, Zhang Changong rubbed his eyes, only for another shadow to zip past.
This one moved more slowly, so Zhang Changong got a good look.
“Hmm... Wearing a forehead protector and running with his hands behind his back.”
“Oh, a ninja. What’s all the fuss about? And whose room is this anyway?! Why am I here?! Where the heck is my house?!”
