He changed his attitude instantly. Tang Yuebo was stunned for a second, then ran away madly, with Luo Yingbai quickly following.
Although accidents are unpredictable, if someone was secretly using magic to cause harm, they must investigate to the end.
Tang Yuebo and Luo Yingbai rushed out of the dormitory, completely exposed in the campus, not knowing when a statue might fall on their heads.
It was both dangerous and exciting.
Luo Yingbai secretly took out a straw-woven doll, his palm sweating, staring fixedly at Tang Yuebo’s back, afraid he would turn into a meat pancake the next second.
Fortunately, it was during the May Day holiday, and the campus was nearly empty, which lowered the difficulty of his rescue mission.
Just when his mental tension was at its peak, a “dong” sound rang out above his head – it was the school bell marking the time. Luo Yingbai was startled, but in that instant, he suddenly remembered something he had forgotten –
This bell was the school’s dismissal bell during workdays, precisely ringing at 17:30 Beijing time. Although some time had passed, the promised angel had not yet descended.
Luo Yingbai had found the situation strange, but now he recalled that Tang Yuebo had mentioned his phone was set five minutes slower than usual!
So if the Weibo post was from Tang Yuebo’s perspective, perhaps this moment was actually 17:25 from Luo Yingbai’s view!
The bell continued, and with this thought, Luo Yingbai involuntarily shouted “Be careful!” and swiftly pulled Tang Yuebo aside, just as the sculpture above their heads came crashing down!
However, things were not over. As Luo Yingbai flung Tang Yuebo away, a passing female cyclist was approaching, hurriedly pedaling forward.
When she noticed the abnormality overhead, she had no time to stop.
Luo Yingbai released Tang Yuebo and yanked the girl off her bicycle. The sculpture was about to crash down on their heads, with barely any chance to dodge!
Surrounded by shocked cries, Luo Yingbai threw out a scarecrow, simultaneously tilting his body sideways, his back facing the sculpture, protecting the girl in front of him. He pulled the bicycle with one hand, executing a beautiful swing that blocked the sculpture’s path, providing a slight buffer.
Simultaneously, he pointed with two fingers, his soft command drowned out by screams and loud crashes:
