"Let's hear it," Li Xianyu said casually.
"It has something to do with my classmates." Wang Mengmeng seemed quite pleased with Li Xianyu's question. When everyone looked, the young lady with a round face said, "In the middle of last month, our junior high school classmates had a reunion, and I also took part in it since it was held in this city."
"After the party, some students offered to go back to walk around our alma mater. Our form teacher was there, so we could go in. When a group of us came to the boiler room, some of our classmates said that it was a pity that Zhou Xiaoxiao died."
"Zhou Xiaoxiao was a classmate in our class. When she was in the second year of junior high school, she played hide-and-seek with several classmates. She hid in the boiler room for one day and one night. When the school staff found her the next day, she had already died."
