After the first morning class, there were still quite a few students left in the opera house, some rehearsing operas, others chanting in unison.
In this solemn and sacred atmosphere, the short, sneaky old man naturally stood out.
Xu Xiaoyou glanced at Tang Xin in the distance, then at Daphne, and followed them unnoticed.
Daphne warily surveyed the surroundings, roughly scanning the nearby students, and once she was sure no one's gaze was on her, she pressed against the wall, stealthily climbed onto the stage, and pulled the curtain cloth to disappear quickly into the darkness behind.
Warm breezes blew through the corridor, insulation equipment hummed, and colorful silk hung down from above, reflecting brilliance. The corridor walls were adorned with many paintings, mostly portraits of past masters who created works.
