He Qing furrowed her brow, racking her brain and thinking, "What exactly... is off?"
"Ding-dong!"
The elevator chimed loudly, signaling they had reached the first floor. At the moment the chime sounded, the tangled mess in He Qing's mind seemed to be forcefully grasped and pulled tight in an instant!
She knew!
She finally realized what was off...
— All three of them had been struck by the poster in the hallway.
The poster was not small, at 128 inches, and its material was ordinary, the cheapest PVC — something He Qing, who often ordered welcome posters for the student union, was very clear about.
She was shocked by the poster because of the ethereal artistic conception in the painting — vast and endless cloud seas with verdant colors, and in the middle, a beauty in red dancing gracefully amidst the immense and profound background, extraordinarily captivating.
