In Gao Ming's continued efforts, not only did he toughen up the students of Class 13, but he also started testing Situ An and the school rules.
A true designer of horror tale games is always fair, even to the point of not sparing themselves.
"Gao Ming, why aren't you speaking? You don't seem very excited?" Zhang Ding waved his hand in front of Gao Ming's eyes: "I've been trying hard to control the flood; I should be able to hold out until tonight, but I won't make it any longer than that."
"If we can last until tonight, that should be enough..."
Gao Ming looked behind Zhang Ding where, with the help of the student council, more and more neighbors were regaining their sanity. They all became Zhang Ding's strength, and it was precisely because of everyone's presence that Zhang Ding was still able to barely hold on.
