Breaking and entering was harder than Pan Li had anticipated. He was halfway up the drainpipe when he realized he simply didn’t have the muscle power to hoist himself up to the 3rd floor balcony.

He should have studied harder in high school. If he’d been able to pass the gaokao and get into a 4th rate university in, say, Inner Mongolia, he might have had more options. 

He sighed heavily. Three sets of muscles cramped simultaneously.