บท 35: 【034】Her name is An Yeran _1

The first afternoon period is an art class. The art teacher, a middle-aged man, appears gentle and often smiles like Maitreya Buddha.

An Yeran doodles randomly and takes out her cell phone to play while Maitreya Buddha is busy correcting other students' drawings.

The classroom corridor is quiet. However, after a while, hurried footsteps and distressed voices of several teachers echo through the silence.

"Quickly! Hurry, we don't know how long they've been unconscious!"

"How could such a thing happen all of a sudden?!"

"Who could've done such a thing?!"

Despite the minor interruption, the students in the classroom pay little attention, their focus mainly on their own activities.

Several boys hurry past. An Yeran, eyes on her phone, doesn't pay them any mind.

In the school's Discipline Office, several boys along with the Director of Education, who's questioning them, stand together.

"You're telling me that at lunch, Wu Zhuo was hit by someone claiming to be Lu Xiu's sister?"