"Why did you suddenly space out just now? You wouldn't respond no matter how much I called you!" Girl Number Two said anxiously.
"I-I-" Girl Number Three looked at Girl Number Two, then at the other side of the bookshelf. Mao Feiyang was still there. Everything that had just happened seemed like a hallucination.
But just as she was about to speak, her attention suddenly fell on the bookshelf.
There was no trace of the little twig where One Stick had been nailed to the shelf, nor any sand on the floor. Yet somehow, a tiny scar had appeared in that spot!
She looked at Mao Feiyang in terror, and just then, he closed his book and slowly slid that Hong Kong-style H
comic back onto the shelf.
As he returned the book, his gaze passed through a gap in the shelves and swept indifferently over her.
Girl Number Three felt as though lightning had struck her, her body trembling involuntarily.
"Are you really all right? What happened just now?" Girl Number Two looked at her worriedly.
Girl Number Three gritted her teeth and said in a low voice, "That Lao Lin was right! Sister Lizhi, come on, let's go! Stop looking for him!"
Without allowing any argument, she hurriedly led Girl Number Two out of the Bookshelf Area.
Although she could not understand what had just happened at all, her senses and intuition after surviving that ordeal told her she must not approach Mao Feiyang again.
Meanwhile, Mao Feiyang took out the Feather Pupil in the Bookshelf Area, raised it to his mouth, and bit into it like an apple.
Crunch!
A corner of the Feather Pupil broke off with a crisp crunch. Mao Feiyang chewed it like chocolate, his expression utterly impassive.
Despite that, he was secretly delighted.