After a brief silence, the third floor began to come alive again.
Some people recovered from their jelly legs; some ran to the second floor, curious to see what had happened; some, assured that Mo Shangjun was unharmed, returned to their dorms; some stood dazed, feeling as if they were in a vacuum; some murmured complaints about Mo Shangjun in low voices, both annoyed and amused...
Tang Shi stood beside the hallway, looking down at the situation below, feeling terrified.
Mo Shangjun had leapt without even looking.
Jumping down to the second-floor corridor, how did she manage that?
Liang Zhiqiong stood beside her, hands resting on the edge, looking down with a slightly odd expression on her face.
Tang Shi glanced at her and felt a bit displeased.
It was all because Liang Zhiqiong led the way that the others followed suit and jeered.
After just that incident, Mo Shangjun was becoming increasingly unpopular.
"Hey, do you think you could do that?"
