Time quietly passed in the mundane campus life.
No unexpected events like a "mathematical duel" occurred that day, allowing Jeming to smoothly focus most of his energy on absorbing classroom knowledge and the snail-like mobilization of Spiritual Power within him.
When he unlocked the door with a key, he was greeted by silence.
There were no shoes belonging to his parents by the entrance, and the living room was empty.
According to the itinerary they casually mentioned in the morning, they should be at the large supermarket for their weekly shopping at this time.
Looking at the overly tidy and spacious home, a thought arose in Jeming's mind.
The opportunity had come.
He didn't go straight back to his bedroom as usual, but stopped, his gaze sharply scanning the space that was both "familiar" yet incredibly strange to him.
He took a deep breath and began a systematic search of the entire room.
First target was the master bedroom, that is, the "parents'" room.
