With no other option, Li Qingming reluctantly waded through the water on the floor to approach the last figure in the back row, gently tugged at her crooked ponytail, then closed his eyes and raised the hockey stick.
"Ah..." the girl with the crooked ponytail suddenly made a noise as though she was swallowing a chocolate bar.
When Li Qingming reopened his eyes, he saw her tearful gaze.
"Just... one last bite..."
"Don't... look... at me..."
"Go on... do it!!"
Even as a mere fragment of memory, she was still so unique.
"I'm starting to hate this place," Li Qingming sighed silently, then turned away.
Thud!
After a swing of the stick, there was no longer any human shape in the classroom.
Li Qingming exhaled in relief, stowed the hockey stick, and once again approached the main door, grasping the doorknob.
Click—
He opened it, but only by a fraction.
It's still not working even now?
