"To the gallery, hurry to the gallery!!"
While guiding the other students to make way and not obstruct Mao Feiyang, he didn't forget to direct Mao Feiyang, fearing that Mao Feiyang, chased by the Sneering Angel, would be so panicked that he would encounter misfortune.
"Thanks, buddy!" Mao Feiyang shouted, dashing away like walking a dog, still murmuring, "Old art students truly reliable..."
"Holy crap, who's that guy who got to the hall first, baited a Sneering Angel with his body, and took it away... damn, he's fierce!" The art student couldn't help but marvel.
At that moment, another loud exclamation broke out, an octave higher than before.
"Xiao Mao...?!"
"Damn, didn't he return to the classroom?!"
