Jing Xia touched his nose bridge awkwardly, waved to Herbert and others in the same class, and prepared to go and audit other students' classes.
At the same time, Yirui was holding a pen and frowning as he buried his head in a pile of documents as high as a mountain. Next to him was November who kept taking out documents from the space button, and Di Xiu who was sitting on the sofa and drinking tea leisurely.
He even took out a set of tea sets and snacks made by Jingxia, and invited Nowenbo to enjoy them with him after he put down the documents.
The young boy Yirui gripped the pen hard for a moment, and the metal pen barrel made a clicking sound. There was some confusion in his golden-red vertical pupils.
How come this is different from what he thought?
Jing Xia strolled along the long corridor and came to the depths of the Zerg School teaching building. On the light screen of the thick door on the innermost side was a few bright red words marked: "Class is in progress, please do not open the door at will."
This is the classroom for the sound class that Lan Huaili selected.
Jing Xia listened carefully, but there was no sound coming from inside the door. This door must be made of special sound-absorbing material, which isolates all sounds.
Just as Jing Xia was struggling over whether to use his mental strength to probe in, the bell rang, and it was time for break.
The red lettering on the door turned green and it opened inward with a click.
The inky black round eyes met the crimson vertical pupils behind the door, and both sides were stunned.
"Are you here to see Lan Huaili?"
The owner of the scarlet vertical pupils had a unique voice, like the chanting of an elf that one had accidentally heard in a gap, and also like fireworks, exploding in the originally quiet corridor.
"Teacher Elfa"
Before Jing Xia could answer, a familiar voice came from behind the door.
After the other party turned around in response, Jing Xia noticed that the Zerg in front of him looked like a dark priest.
Her long hair, the same crimson as her eyes, was braided into a fishbone pattern with a long, black, worm-shaped ornament, cascading down at her feet. Her deep black robe was embroidered with the same red patterns as her fair cheeks, resembling both flames and secret patterns, evoking a sense of strangeness and mystery. The patterns extended to the corners of her eyes, seemingly burying themselves in her eye sockets.
Not as sacred, but better than sacred.
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