At 10:40, the evening self-study was over. Zesheng stood up and walked to the door of the classroom. He had a headache and the corridor was dark except for the lights coming from the classroom.
He is afraid of the dark.
After the sudden thunder, a bolt of lightning tore through the sky, and he suddenly noticed a figure approaching the stairs. Then there was another bolt of lightning, and he could see the person's face clearly.
"Why are you standing there stunned? Why don't you come over and take you home." Song Zihao looked at him stunned and chuckled.