Tang Zinian was reluctant to leave.
"You're already here, but you're not letting us in to take a look."
Jiang Xuyan gave him a light push. "Let's go. The ground is so cold. We shouldn't delay Student Sun's resurrection."
"..."
Everyone looked at the little girl who was pretending to be a corpse on the ground. Although they were speechless, they also felt that Jiang Xuyan was right.
The longer they stayed here, the harder it was for the little girl to get up.
Just as they were about to leave, Shu Ling suddenly exclaimed.
"Look, is Student Sun holding something in her hand?"
Those who didn't dare or were unwilling to look at the 'corpse' carefully looked at Student Sun's twisted hand.
Her hands were clenched into fists, and it looked like she was really holding something.
Tang Zinian looked around. "Who's going to pry her hands away?"
Everyone looked at him in unison, and their meaning was self-evident.
