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After a month, An Zhi has completely adapted to the rhythm of the Art Academy.

Their music department is mainly based on singing and instrumental performance, and the classwork is very easy. After such a long time, he has thoroughly mastered Subulu's performance skills.

Today's last class is physical fitness class, which is the class that An Zhi hates the most. Every time this time comes, he will be laughed at by his classmates because he can't lift the barbell.

An Zhi wiped the sweat from his forehead, and put down the barbell in his hand. He has actually made great progress. From being unable to lift one before, he can now lift three. He thought it was a bit small proud of it.

The teacher of the physical fitness class is a tall Alpha named Hodge, who is 1.9 meters tall and looks like an Alaskan brown bear.

"An Zhi, can you help the teacher deliver the equipment to the equipment room after class?"

"Good Mr. Hodge."

An Zhi nodded, today is his shift, it is very normal to do these things.

The melodious bell for the end of get out of class rang, because today is Friday, and tomorrow and the day after tomorrow are rest days, so everyone was very relaxed. Hearing the bell, they walked outside with arms crossed.

An Zhi thought of her frail body, turned on the treadmill a little unconvinced, and set the training time for half an hour. Anyway, he was the one who packed up the equipment today, so he decided to practice a little longer.

After this training session, An Zhi was drenched all over, feeling hearty and very comfortable.

When he came out after taking a shower in the public bathroom, it was already dusk outside, the moon was bright and the stars were sparse.

He looked at the time, and the appointment for dinner with Shangye was at 06:30 in the evening, and now it has been 5 minutes, fearing that Shangye would be waiting for him hungry, An Zhi dialed Shangye's communicator and told him He will arrive later, let him eat first, then An Zhi hangs up the communicator, and turns to a small road of the Art Academy, which can save a lot of time.

The small path is a small path through the garden scenic spot, which is blocked by tall bamboo forests all around. Once he entered, he felt a sense of isolation from the world.

This path is known as the sweet path. After it gets dark, couples will come to this path for a walk, kissing or something.

But now it was meal time, and the path was very still.

A person ran over from behind An Zhi. An Zhi thought it was a classmate who was running at night in the garden scenic area, so she didn't pay attention. She turned sideways to let the classmate pass first, but before he could make a move, she suddenly received a heavy blow on the back of the head , An Zhi passed out without even seeing the appearance of the person behind her.

After waking up again, An Zhi found herself in a small and dark space.

His hands were tied behind his back, and a piece of cloth was stuffed into his mouth.

"Uh...uh..."

An Zhi moved a few times helplessly, his hands and feet were tightly bound, and he couldn't use any strength.

"It's okay! I'll be fine!"

An Zhi took a few deep breaths, silently cheering herself up.

When he was young, he was locked in the elevator by mistake, and was locked there for more than half an hour because of the elevator failure. Because he was too young, he was sick for more than a month after being rescued. After that time, he suffered from claustrophobia. He was extremely afraid of small and confined spaces, and he absolutely couldn't stay alone in a dark and small environment.

So now in the space, An Zhi began to feel as if she was going to collapse, and the feeling of fear and helplessness that she had when she was a child hit her heart again.

An Zhi was already breaking out in a cold sweat, her heart was beating poundingly. Afterwards, even her consciousness became blurred. The last image that came out of her mind was actually that Shangye was being fierce to him while gently touching his cheeks. hair scene.

An Zhi closed his eyes tightly, and the sweat from his forehead dripped into his eyes, making his eyes sting. He could only helplessly curl up his body, and silently said in his heart: "Help... Shangye... ...Shangye, help me!"

Shangye was standing at the door of the cafeteria with an unfriendly expression on his face. The students who passed by felt the low pressure on his body and walked around him from a distance.

Twenty or ten minutes have passed since the appointment with An Zhi. Although An Zhi told him to let him eat first, as a qualified and good husband, how could he let his partner eat alone?So he waited for him at the door of the cafeteria until his stomach was growling with hunger, but he still didn't see his fragrant and sweet toffee.

A burst of palpitations for no reason made Shangye frowned. He had never felt this way before, and his spirit was extremely depressed, as if he was about to be swallowed by darkness.

A faint fluctuation of mental power came, and he seemed to hear An Zhi's voice calling for help!

Something happened to An Zhi!

The sudden feeling made all the hairs on the back of Shangye's neck stand up, and he ran towards the Art Academy. While running, he opened the communicator and popped up the software to track An Zhi, and found that he was not too far away from his position.

The fluctuation of mental power became more and more severe, and he felt as if he was about to be sucked into his consciousness by this powerful spiritual power. He thought of An Zhi's ability, so he found a secluded place, relaxed his mind, and stopped fighting with this spiritual power. confrontation.

In a daze, Shangye felt that the scenery in front of him was distorted, and then the screen flashed, and he appeared in a dark and narrow room.

There was no light in the room, and there was a faint musty smell.

A low, indistinct groan came from his ear, and Shangye knelt down and stretched out his hand, touching a curled up, soft little body.

"An Zhi!"

Without the slightest hesitation, Shangye stretched out his hand and hugged the body. Although he couldn't see it, the milky pheromone smell and this soft, outrageous body were absolutely inseparable.

Perhaps because of fear, the taste of Anzhi pheromone changed a little, it was no longer the sweet milky smell, but the smell of iced milk with icy scum.

An Zhi had already lost consciousness, and just rubbed against her subconsciously after being hugged into a familiar embrace, but even so, An Zhi was still in a coma, vaguely reciting Shang Ye's name, as if this was the only thing that could The power to reassure him.

An Zhi's whole body seemed to be soaked in water, covered in cold sweat after exhaustion, the cold sweat was soaked by his white school uniform shirt, showing a thin and flexible curve.

Shang Ye fumbled to untie the cloth strip from An Zhi's mouth, then picked him up, groped around in the dark, found the door, raised his foot and kicked the door to pieces.