Wu Xiaode stayed in the classroom next to the piano room.
It was more convenient here.
If someone else came to offer benefits, being close to the piano room meant he wouldn't miss out.
He glanced at the Mirror Stone Ring in his hand.
The ring was pinkish, and under the light, it emitted a misty glow that was quite beautiful.
Two lines of small characters appeared on the Book of the Dead:
"?????"
"Bonephone 3:?????."
That's enough.
I know none of you recognize them.
These things are too high-level now, completely beyond the standard, no wonder no one understands.
Just as Wu Xiaode felt helpless, he suddenly noticed something moving on the classroom podium.
"Who?"
He called out.
No response.
But a piece of chalk flew up from the podium and scribbled on the blackboard, quickly writing a line:
"This ring is not much of a treasure, but it just happens to be a little bit useful to Lan. If you give it to her, she will be happy."
Lan—
That's Jiang Shanglan's real name.
