Infinity Studio

Chapter 31 - 40

Chapter Thirty-One

    When Ling Qiang and Liu Shiqing came to the sculpture classroom, it was still early before class started.

    The room was different from the previous vocal room. Various semi-finished sculptures were randomly piled up on the floor. The plaster statues in the corners were wrapped in white cloth, and there was a thick layer of dust floating on them. No one should have touched them for a long time.

    There are several tables and chairs in the center of the classroom, among which three unfinished clay sculptures are placed on the tables.

    Liu Shiqing walked to the seat near the window, and picked up the clay sculpture that was almost half completed on the table. The clay figure had a rough outline, and the nose and eyes were clearly refined, but she could not remember the seat at all. The appearance of the classmates beside me.

    "There should be someone here." She muttered to herself.

    "Well, but I can't remember his appearance, and I don't even know his gender."

    But Ling Qiang's mind gradually became clear. He didn't have time to think about what Liu Shiqing said in a hurry. Now I think it's a card attribute. The reason was that other players ignored him.

    "Don't you think it's scary? We can't even remember the person who took half a class with us."

    Liu Shiqing's voice was timid, her shoulders were trembling slightly, and her eyes showed fear of the unknown.

    "It's not that he doesn't go to class, just come and take a closer look at him later."

    Ling Qiang shrugged and raised his brows. Now that he knew the reason, he returned to his previous appearance that it had nothing to do with him.

    "Do you know something?"

    Facing Liu Shiqing's question, Ling Qiang just smiled lightly, pinching the clay sculpture in front of him.

    He doesn't want to have too much interaction with other people in the dungeon, especially about cards.

    Seeing his appearance, Liu Shiqing didn't ask any more questions, just sat back in her seat and fiddled with the mud on the table again, but looked out the door from time to time.

    After a long time, the sculpture teacher came in with his things, and as soon as he entered the door, he saw a pile of mud in front of Ling Qiang.

    "This classmate, you made this one in the morning. Look at the homework of the classmate next to you. Your parents have worked so hard to train you. Are you going to repay them like this? You don't even know how to shape yourself. You can do it in the future." What's the future!"

    Their homework today is to pinch an object they like, but Ling Qiang has been playing with the mud this morning and made a bunch of mud lumps.

    The teacher scolded endlessly, but because of her sweet voice, it was harmless for a while.

    To Ling Qiang's ears, it was undoubtedly the soft singing of the mountain stream caressing the sand and rocks, and the patter of dew dripping on the bamboo leaves, which even made his mood a little better.

    After the teacher reprimanded him, he looked around and didn't find that there was one person missing in the empty space, so he turned around and left the classroom again.

    After she left, a head popped out from the door of the classroom, looked around, saw that the teacher was not there, slipped into the classroom and sat back in her seat.