Cuihua Yue spent her morning studying peacefully. At noon, as soon as school was over, she didn't even say goodbye to Yan Chiyu. She picked up her schoolbag and ran away.
Yan Chiyu: "?"
He was about to give chase when he suddenly received a message from Long Jingyuan.
[I divined the trajectory of the twinkling star, the God of Books.]
The young man lowered his eyes in thought, but ultimately didn't chase after Cuihua Yue. He walked quickly outside, sending a message to Wu Yue with one hand at the same time: Why are you running so fast?
"Yan, why did Yueyue leave? I wanted to talk to her about going shopping together this weekend." Zhou Yunwei's voice came from the side.
"WeChat or phone call."
Yan Chiyu said calmly, then picked up his schoolbag and walked out.
Zhou Yunwei: ? ? ?
Why does the atmosphere feel so strange?
...
At noon, students who left late saw a large bus drive into the school gate, followed by a prop vehicle.
Thinking that they might be rehearsing in the auditorium that afternoon, interested students immediately rushed home for lunch, ignoring whether they had taken a nap, and made plans with their friends to rush to the auditorium to peek.
Sha Xiaoyan and Jiang Qiang had agreed to come and find out before class that morning. They were really curious and wanted to satisfy their curiosity while the teacher was away.
The auditorium was quiet at the moment. Only the row of lights in front of the stage was on; the rest of the hall was dark and gloomy. A breeze blew through, bringing a cool breeze.
The two exchanged a glance and decided to go around to the back door to take a look.
"My goodness, these Peking Opera costumes are so colorful and dazzling..." Sha Xiaoyan exclaimed, her eyes filled with amazement, shining brightly even in the dim light.
“After all, it’s a national treasure of our country.” Jiang Qi’ang nodded and smiled, “Let’s go inside and take a look.”
The prop room was filled with costumes and weapons, a dazzling array that drew praise for the exquisite embroidery and the bright yet elegant color combinations. Of course, there were also simple yet charming pieces.
The two walked forward with the mindset that they wouldn't get caught, when Jiang Qiang suddenly noticed a Peking Opera mask lying on the ground.
He bent down to pick it up, looked at the surrounding tables, and found an empty spot to put it down.
Sha Xiaoyan walked at the front. She peeked inside and turned around to see Jiang Qiao'ang fondling the face mask.
"They seem to be resting; nobody's around. Should we go back first and sneak out to check during evening self-study?"
"ah?"
Jiang Qiao snapped out of his daze and looked away from the mask: "Okay, let's go."
The two sneaked in and sneaked out.
The instant they turned away, the eyes of the mask on the table suddenly moved, turning sharply in the direction Jiang Qiang and Sha Xiaoyan had left. The painted red lips slowly widened, curving into a crescent moon shape. Two seconds later, the mask vanished, as if it had never been there.
...
In the afternoon, Wu Yue, having rested well, arrived at class on time.
When she arrived, Yan Chiyu was already there, lost in thought, his expression complicated, his slender fingers idly twirling a pen.
He didn't even react when Wu Yue sat down next to him.
Just before class was about to start, Wu Yue replied to his message from noon, explaining in a low voice, "I couldn't sleep last night and didn't go to bed until this morning, so I asked Cuihua to come to class for me. She didn't say a word to you, did she?"
Yan Chiyu rested his chin on his hand, tilting his head to look at her. His superior jawline exuded a touch of nobility and languor as he softly said, "She said something. Hmm? She can actually talk?"
“It’s temporary. I wanted her to fill in for me, and she has to do it properly.” Wu Yue said, “By the way, what were you thinking about just now? It looks like you’ve run into a problem.”
"Just when we thought we were getting somewhere, the trail went cold again."
Yan Chiyu seemed to be in a bad mood, and he spoke listlessly. Unlike his usual nonchalant and strategic demeanor, he seemed to have no energy at all today.
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