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Chapter 869: Email

"What did they write?" Hesta asked.

Cheng Xiaoshu kept adjusting the angle, reading the scattered fragments on the rice paper aloud to her.

Hesta laughed the moment she heard the first sentence.

All the graffiti answered that line: "Be vigilant against items unrelated to coursework entering the classroom"—the sun set and rose again, frost had brought the harsh autumn, leaves would wither and yellow, the lake would grow cold, and snowstorms would arrive in an instant. Did anyone truly think that the brutal winter would slow its steps because a few people shouted, "Be vigilant"?

Hesta reached out and touched the rough paper. She could distinctly feel a force in those red characters that pressed through the page, as if a pump of surging, abundant blood were slowly flowing through her grievous wounds and into her heart.

"Who's there?!" A rough male voice came from the distance. "What are you doing over there?!"

Cheng Xiaoshu immediately grabbed Hesta's hand and ran forward. Hesta turned toward the sound and saw a balding old man at a second-floor window of the School History Museum, passionately pounding on the railing.

The two ran all the way to an empty tree-lined path.

"Why were we running?" Hesta said. "I wanted to sort out those long sheets and put them away—"

"Should we have waited to get caught? They're looking to make an example of someone," Cheng Xiaoshu said between breaths. "I already took photos while I was in the museum. I'll send them to you when we get back."

"Did Lin Jiao do it?"

"No." Cheng Xiaoshu shook her head. "We never do this sort of thing, but she must have caught wind of it—she's especially well-informed."

Hesta was about to say something else, but stopped before the words left