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"...I'm finally getting there."
Zhu Qingyue muttered to herself.
After leaving that clearing, she had stumbled into a web-like maze of complicated alleyways, surrounded by residential buildings, so there was initially a feeling of being lost. However, after asking a few nearby residents and passersby, the girl quickly found her way out.
"Going back at this time, I'll definitely be late for class," she thought. "But after what happened to Teacher Yang, it really doesn't matter anymore. I wonder how my classmates will react to his absence? Will it be noisy chaos, or has another tutor come to take his place? The school must be in a panic by now since they'll soon realize they can't contact Teacher Yang. But when you think about it, I never expected Teacher Yang to be that..."
"Ah!"
She let out an involuntary cry.
Her mind was a jumble of thoughts, causing the girl, lost in thought, to almost ram headfirst into a telephone pole.
