Everyone was dumbstruck!
Dead silence!
In the quiet, a fearless boy mustered the courage to ask weakly, "Tea... teacher... without tents, where will we students sleep at night?"
With those words, all the students looked at Mu Jianling with a mix of hope, anxiety, and unease.
Then.
Mu Jianling indifferently said, "That's for you to figure out. It's not my concern, and I'm not handling it."
Students: "..."
Such unreasonable, willful, and indifferent words, coming from Teacher Mu Jianling, somehow felt unsurprisingly normal.
The scene fell silent once again.
Ji You raised his hand and rubbed his chest:
The bad premonition came true.
Fortunately.
His group had anticipated this, so their situation wasn't too dire. Shen Changqing, along with Lou, Yue Qiguang, and Zhang Ye in charge of building their shelter, it was simple but had walls, doors, and roofs— at least providing shelter from the wind and rain.
