Prodigy’s Playground

“It really was you!”

Jiang Ran shot to his feet.

Long hair, rock music, the film club, the trio—every single feature matched!

He had searched high and low, only to discover that the person he’d been looking for had been wandering around right beside him the whole time!

Of course. The most dangerous place was often the safest place; the place most visible was often the easiest to overlook.

Now, both the witness and the physical evidence were here.

There was no doubt anymore. Twenty years ago, the young Professor Zhang Yang was the long-haired rock guy in that [old photograph].

“You really hid it well…” Jiang Ran muttered.

“Huh? What? What are you talking about?”