Jiang Beiyu and Su Nanzhi's rooms were adjacent to each other.
Just before entering, Su Nanzhi suddenly stopped Jiang Beiyu, "Teacher Jiang."
"What's up?" Jiang Beiyu also halted his movements, looking at her.
Su Nanzhi narrowed her eyes slightly, "It's nothing, just remember not to take off the thing I asked you to wear, not even when you shower."
Jiang Beiyu: "Got it."
Teacher Jiang was very afraid of death.
He had been to other places before, but at those times, he was either sick or met with accidents every other day. Jiang Beiyu didn't know what exactly was lurking around him, as the saying goes, ignorance is bliss.
In any case, Jiang Beiyu had managed to live "healthily" until the age of twenty-two—if you disregarded all the bumps and scrapes along the way.
Then everyone took their luggage into their rooms and closed the doors.
