They tiptoed off the desk and looked back to find that the few pieces of wood were a model sailboat that the two of them had sat on and ruined.
Cheng Shuang's brow twitched. If there was no 'boat', would the tattered fishing net become ineffective?
As if aware of her concerns, Liao Yuewei silently pointed to a row of bookshelves against the wall, a window, and a Chinese-style mahogany sofa that resembled a bed on the other side.
With so many books, there must be some mention of the word "ship." Even without books, the presence of objects like windows and beds, which sound similar to syllables, would suffice.
The little girl revealed a look of understanding after gaining some knowledge, and then, while observing her surroundings, she tried to take off the student badge on her chest.
This is an open-plan office that is at least 50 square meters.
One wall is a large floor-to-ceiling window, its white curtains fluttering in the night breeze like a carefree child, a stark contrast to the screams and cries from the nearby white building. Another wall is a European-style bookshelf, almost reaching the ceiling, with easily accessible footstools on the floor. The window at the main entrance reveals the school corridor outside.
The desk is placed in the center, and in front of it is the reception area, where a sofa, coffee table, and several mahogany chairs are surrounded by flower stands to form a designated conversation area.
In addition to fresh flowers and green plants, the flower stand also features several artistic flower arrangements.
Behind the desk was a carved filing cabinet. The style of the entire office was neither Chinese nor Western, a bit strange, but also very characteristic of this era.
But Cheng Shuang still had a strange feeling.
The girl couldn't focus on anything else at the moment, because the student ID card was still completely unmoved. She saw Liao Yuewei's eyes contorted with malice as she tried to cut it with scissors, so she quickly stopped her and took out a spare set of clothes from her storage compartment.
As for their original clothes?
Ha, you think you can ask a ghost for your clothes back after being forced to change them?
Don't ask, asking means death!
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