Mao Feiyang shook his head, "I just enrolled today... I haven't received anything."
The young man was startled for a moment, then muttered something about "if you encounter a student who does not fit the above conditions," before looking at Mao Feiyang, took a deep breath, and said, "Are you looking for the Art Teacher?"
Mao Feiyang's eyes lit up, as if a drowning person had grasped a lifeline: "Yes, yes, yes, I am looking for the Art Teacher!"
"Then follow me," the young man took a deep breath, lifted his jacket, and revealed a length of iron chain tied around his waist.
"You hold onto the iron chain with one hand, place your other hand on my shoulder, and then walk with your eyes closed until I tell you 'you can open your eyes', only then can you open them, understand?"
Mao Feiyang should not have trusted anyone, but the other party was holding an old kerosene lamp, and although he seemed unreliable... he had no other choice but to trust the person before him.
