A small joke, the mood is somewhat relieved.
Nan Zhubin followed the teacher with the low ponytail into the main building. The lobby on the first floor was quite spacious, with a row of lockers on one side and a sign-in desk on the other, with a stack of forms and a first aid kit spread out on the countertop.
It was very quiet here. It made one wonder for a moment if such a large place had only Nan Zhubin and the low ponytail teacher.
However, they did not linger here for long; the low ponytail teacher led Nan Zhubin straight ahead into a corridor, with classrooms on both sides and all doors closed.
From here, one could faintly hear some indistinct sounds through the door cracks.
Nan Zhubin perked up his ears.
Some were repeated knocking sounds, others were low hums, while others were a string of phrases that seemed like words but lacked coherent meaning.
Through the window, Nan Zhubin could vaguely see the people inside.
