More than fifty messages have been sent out advocating eating meat but not garlic.
Bai Sang opened it.
"I eat meat but not garlic: 'Boss, the guy lying on the back door is the patrol teacher, I've confirmed it.'"
Eating meat but not garlic: "Help, boss! I can't leave the cafeteria, what should I do?"
The rant about eating meat but not garlic started here; he didn't have a single penny on him and couldn't afford any food.
Bai Sang only had cash, and besides, he was a complete stranger; she had no reason to save him.
However, she needs someone to help her explore some of the rules of this instance.
Youyoumu: "How about you pretend to faint?"
There was no reply from the other end, so Bai Sang opened the group messages.
Skipping over a bunch of useless information, Bai Sang's gaze fell on Qiao Xiran's information.
Qiao Xiran: "The currency for transactions now is ghost money. If you don't have ghost money on you, don't buy anything."
Bai Sang wholeheartedly agreed, and there must be very few people as lucky as her.
Qiao Xiran: "Even the supernatural has different factions. Make careful judgments and choose the faction that is advantageous to you."
This sentence gave Bai Sang a jolt.
faction?
Therefore, language arts teachers and physical education teachers must not belong to the same faction.
After looking at her phone for a while, Bai Sang crawled out of bed, straightened her blankets, and left the dormitory.
Standing at the top of the stairs, Bai Sang looked up but saw no new stairs.
She didn't linger; she went straight down to the third floor.
The third floor was quiet, the floor was covered in a thick layer of dust, and several wooden doors were teetering on the verge of collapse.
Bai Sang pushed open one of the doors and went inside.
Nothing was gained.
Undeterred, she searched through the remaining unlocked rooms for a while and finally found a diary.
Upon opening the title page, Bai Sang's gaze instantly sharpened.
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