The next morning, while Yu Qingyu was still sleeping, curled under the dirty blanket, the classroom door opened and three people walked in.
One of them, a tall woman, approximately in her early twenties, with washed-out turquoise hair, and her natural mousy blond roots clearly showing, stepped forward. Dressed in tight, black leggings that highlighted her slender, toned legs, and a sports jacket, with a gun hanging from her belt, she gave off a dangerous air. It contrasted quite a bit with her soft features, plump pink lips, and flawless, pale, delicate skin. She cast a glance at the dirty bundle lying on the mattress under the wall.
"He seems to be sleeping… But he looks normal. It seems he hasn't turned, after all." She scrutinized Yu Qingyu with her hazel eyes, framed by long, pale lashes, before turning to one of her companions. "You go check on him."
"Yes, Boss." The man quickly rushed forward, crouching next to Yu Qingyu.
