Gu Xiqiao didn't walk out of the school gates, instead walking all the way down the tree boulevard.
Because she was stopped by Wu Hongwen, she looked from the vantage point of her class, seeing that the Gu family car had already driven away. Thankfully, it was Friday so classes ended earlier, and it wasn't all that late yet.
At the end of the boulevard was a small building where the art students of First City High studied drawing.
One of the doors to the classrooms on the lower floor was slightly ajar, and a bunch of canvases could be seen lying on the floor.
Gu Xiqiao stood by the door for a long time, and it was clear that she was in low spirits for some reason. In the virtual space, the system spirit clasped its hands over its mouth, not daring to interrupt her thoughts at this moment. A few moments later, she pushed the door open and stepped in.
