Mu Daxian glanced at him, "At midnight, the Dormitory building will turn off its lights. At that time, there will be a fluctuation transmitted out, which we, as Art Students, can sense."
"Ah? Can you really feel it?" Mao Feiyang scratched his head, looking like a skinny baboon from the zoo, and thought to himself that the dormitory actually had a unified lights-out policy - the school was quite good at conserving electricity. "I mean… as a half-baked Art Student like me, might I not be able to sense it?"
"You'll know in a bit." Mu Daxian smiled maliciously, sending chills down Mao Feiyang's spine. "Besides, with me here, what are you afraid of?"
"Oh, oh, oh! Right, ao!" Mao Feiyang nodded emphatically.
"Speaking of the dormitory, Old Lin and the rest are probably asleep by now..."
He pursed his lips, filled with an enviable sense of vexation.
