At the Retirement Center, Sun Keming cautiously approached Han Zhilu's door. He looked left and right, making sure no one was around.
The Retirement Center was quite large. With over thirty of them, each person could have several rooms to themselves.
He knocked on the door, but there was no answer.
Sun Keming wasn't surprised. In his eyes, Han Zhilu was an oddball, especially his personality—it was particularly strange. It wasn't that he didn't understand social etiquette; he just couldn't be bothered to talk to you most of the time.
He pushed the door open. Sure enough, Han Zhilu was inside, engrossed in a book.
Sun Keming glanced at it. The title was *Basketball Tactical Theory*.
Chen Yu had arranged for someone to deliver them the day before yesterday, one for each person.
The problem was, it was the basketball team that got one copy per person. Why would a soccer player like him be reading up on basketball tactics?
