A large group of students poured into the art museum.
They walked side by side, laughing and chatting. Their lively and energetic state was no different from that of their peers in a normal school. From a few words, Cheng Shuang learned that the reason they didn't have to attend classes was because it was the school's anniversary, and visiting the works of outstanding students was one of the activities.
The girl slapped her forehead in frustration. If only she hadn't chosen the classroom for her major courses, wouldn't it have been better to hide in the teaching building?
It was too late to think about these things. Cheng Shuang hid at the stairwell, keeping an eye on the students' movements.
From appearance alone, it's impossible to tell who the elite students are...
The male teacher once said that they were representatives sent by the middle school section of Area A. Does that mean Area B is the high school section?
If the school only has junior high school, it won't specifically reiterate the junior high school section, so can she distinguish between area A and area B by age?
It's also possible that Zone A and Zone B are designated as separate campuses for gifted and regular students?
A sudden inspiration struck the young girl. At that moment, a group of students had gathered around Ma Yu's painting, all gazing at it with admiration, as if they were revering a famous senior student, their expressions revealing the purest longing. She immediately dismissed her previous guess.
If that's the case, are there really that many gifted students? If they're just academic high-achievers, they can't really be called geniuses! Many academic high-achievers rely on their own hard work, and simply calling them geniuses would completely erase all the effort they put in.
She peeked out again from the corner of the stairs. Judging by their appearance, these boys and girls were no more than fifteen years old, or even younger, about the same age as her.
First or second year of junior high school.
There's a 50% chance it's our side.
Should she give it a try?
Thinking of the invisible barrier at the entrance, the little girl puffed out her cheeks, turned around, and tiptoed up to the second floor. As for the approaching footsteps, she paid no attention and focused on looking at the environment on the second floor.
It is still a spacious exhibition hall.
The sculptures and other artworks are displayed in abundance.
Cheng Shuang paused for a moment, then went straight up to the third floor.
The third floor consists of regular classrooms, with signs at the entrance indicating painting classrooms, sculpture classrooms, etc.
Instead of going into the classroom, she went to the women's restroom on the third floor and went inside.
The bathroom is a wet and dry separation, with an inner and outer section. Upon entering, there is a place to wash hands and tidy up the exterior, and the toilet is located by pushing open the inner door.
Cheng Shuang didn't really want to go to the bathroom. Since becoming a maintainer, many of her normal physiological sensations have been weakened, except that she still gets very hungry around mealtimes.
The restroom has a window, unlike the sealed windows in the art museum; it can be opened.
The little girl smiled happily and ran outside. When she reached the sink, she stopped and washed her face.
Having not slept all night, even though the powder pills restored her energy, her face still felt oily.
Not counting the water from the tap, her main concern at that time was protecting her head.
Perhaps because the school is located at the foot of a mountain, the water is very cold, almost bone-chillingly cold.
Cheng Shuang used a damp disposable face towel to wipe her face and refresh herself.
She then turned and left.
What the little girl didn't notice was that a small face was slowly reflected in the mirror. What was terrifying was that this face had no features. Instead, slowly, from the eyebrows and eyes to the mouth and nose, colors appeared on the face like those depicted in an ink painting.
The 'person' in the mirror moved, its eyes glancing sideways toward the door, its gaze empty and dull.
The door flapped open, concealing Cheng Shuang's frail figure. Looking at that figure, its crimson lips curled into an exaggerated arc before disappearing from the mirror.
Similarly, what it didn't know was that the black cloak, drawn very low, swept across the ground beneath the pool and swiftly drifted out through the gap in the door panel.
Cheng Shuang stopped at the door, reached out and grabbed the zombie that was trying to perch on her head. With a serious expression, she stuffed it into her pocket and ran through the corridor toward the stairs on the other side.
In the order of viewing, the stairs at the end are for going up, and the stairs in the opposite direction are for going down. Most exhibition halls have this rule to prevent people from going against the flow and affecting the viewing experience of others.
But this is not absolute.
Cheng Shuang had no choice but to give herself this hope, because many students were already walking upstairs, and the sound of their footsteps was particularly noticeable in the empty environment.
She had learned to control her steps, tiptoeing silently to look into the second-floor stone statue hall. Inside, several students were commenting on some works, while a few others seemed to be more interested in the artworks than walking down the stairs where Cheng Shuang was.
Cheng Shuang sped up; she didn't want to waste Luo An's skills here.
Fortunately, even though the other party wasn't in the mood to appreciate the artwork, they didn't have any intention of leaving the group.
Despite her short arms and legs, the little girl still managed to run into the bathroom.
The zombie immediately floated to the inner window, fiddled with the window lock, pushed the window open, and poked its head out freely.
After receiving feedback, Cheng Shuang calmed down. She first locked the door from the inside, then deliberately lingered in front of the mirror for a moment, pretending to tidy her clothes. Then she let out an exaggerated "ah" and squatted down to tie her shoelaces.
A small, delicate figure gradually appeared in the mirror. Its features became increasingly refined, and its peach blossom eyes began to sparkle. Its agile spirit was at least eight-tenths similar to Cheng Shuang's. However, just as it stretched its neck, trying to search for Cheng Shuang's direction, a small, porcelain-white hand grabbed its short hair and forcefully pulled it out of the mirror.
It looked bewildered, following the tiny, super-short hand to its owner. The porcelain-faced doll had a drooling expression on its face, and Cui Lan's eyes were greedily fixed on it, even drooling.
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