The next day, all departments began to officially start classes, and the art department was no exception.
Early in the morning, Wu Yue called people in the courtyard again: "Student Feili, Student Dongfang, and Student Hanyue, get up quickly! We have to go to class!"
The sound spread to the green hills behind, bounced back, and created a long echo.
Before the echo dissipated, the doors to the three rooms upstairs opened at the same time.
Jing Hao habitually looked to the west and saw Qiong Ying going out, with the young man still following behind her.
He felt a little uncomfortable. After classmate Hanyue came back yesterday, she went back to her room and never came out. She was probably very angry because of what happened yesterday.
Feng Feili also looked at the west side, with a flash of doubt in her eyes, and then she laughed softly. She must have known that he was the one who played the flute the night before, but not only did she not mention it, she didn't even give him a look.
"Three students, come down quickly. This semester's courses are mainly focused on piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. I want to train you to become a peerless young lady with artistic accomplishment. Today is the first class of our art department, the music class. Please
Come with me, classmates, the classroom is a bit far, so please walk two steps quickly..."
Under Wu Yue's chatter, several people walked out of the gate of Jinlan Garden.
Along the way, you can see many classes training in the square, with instructors guiding them.
After passing through various courtyards, you can see students attending classes, most of whom are explaining cultivation techniques, which are always inseparable from the practice of illusion.
After walking for almost half an hour, my ears kept being poisoned by Wu Yue's noise, I finally came to a courtyard with a quiet environment.
The courtyard is a bit dilapidated and there is no one to guard it. It can be seen that this classroom has been abandoned for a long time.
There is a pavilion inside, which is five stories high. The bottom floor is vacant. There are door plaques on the upper four floors, which are piano, chess, calligraphy and painting.
Wu Yue took out the key and opened the door of the pavilion: "Three classmates, come in quickly. Don't underestimate this pavilion. It contains many treasures."
"It's pitch dark, why are there no windows?" Jing Hao looked around. It was dark and empty. There wasn't even a chair. There was only a staircase at the end to go upstairs.
"There are no windows on the first floor, only on the second floor and above. I heard that this pavilion was built for hundreds of years and was drifting in the wind and rain. Today it finally welcomed its owner. Come upstairs with me." Wu
Yue waved to the three of them and urged.
When you step on the wooden stairs, you make a stepping sound. It can be seen that the wood is still very strong and there is no sign of looseness.
"The load-bearing pillars of the pavilion are made of golden nanmu. The main hall of Lance College is also made of this rare wood, which cannot be seen in ordinary classroom halls." Wu Yue introduced as he walked.
From the structure and ancient decoration of the pavilion, even though it has been dusty for a long time, it can still be seen that this pavilion once had a special status.
"I think this pavilion is very mysterious and a bit scary." Jing Hao cautiously walked behind Wu Yue.
Jing Hao looked back at the dome behind him from time to time and saw her and Feng Feili walking together. Although she and Feng Feili had never spoken a word or even made eye contact, he vaguely felt that they were
There was a tacit understanding between him and Han Yue that he had never had before.
Jing Hao turned back and walked silently with his head lowered. He really missed the time when he was talking to classmate Hanyue on the bridge that night. It wasn't that she didn't like other people coming near her, she just didn't like him.