Tang Cheng was slightly distracted for a moment, then continued walking deeper into the floor. Just now, Tang Wanyue had mentioned that her bag had dropped inside the milk tea shop.
The milk tea shop was just a few meters inside the hall. This place was even more of a gathering spot for schoolgirls. Before pushing open the door, he already noticed many zombie female students wandering around inside, all wearing short skirts of their school uniforms, with quite a few in the Saint Sakura Academy uniform.
Pushing open the door and stepping inside, the tables and chairs were overturned in a mess, and homework papers were scattered all over the floor. The female students who had turned into zombies were groaning and wandering aimlessly.
The girls who could afford to drink milk tea here were mostly from wealthy families, so each one looked fair-skinned and delicate, blooming in the prime of youth.
Some of the girls dressed quite youthfully and provocatively, deliberately leaving several buttons undone on their blouses, exposing smooth cleavage, and their short skirts were even shorter than the standard uniform regulation.
But remember, they were all zombies. If a normal person was here, they’d probably have been tackled to the ground by a swarm of them long ago. Such happiness…
Two girls wearing student council armbands were also moving around inside. They had obvious bite marks on their necks, with fresh blood staining their uniforms, which was quite unsettling to look at.
Tang Cheng recognized them as Jingjing and Huanhuan, two student council members who often accompanied Tang Wanyue. It was likely they had been attacked by zombies here while buying milk tea together.
“Right, Tang Wanyue’s bag…”
He suddenly remembered why he was here and hurriedly scanned the floor with his sharp zombie-enhanced eyes.
There were quite a few girls’ bags on the floor, since girls usually carried bags. White ones, blue ones, handheld, shoulder bags, and so on—a wide variety scattered all over!
“Uh… which bag is Tang Wanyue’s?”
This really stumped Tang Cheng.
He had rushed out earlier and hadn’t asked Tang Wanyue what color or style her bag was. Now, he could only go through them one by one.
Rummaging through girls’ bags without permission was quite rude and could uncover some embarrassing things, but there was no other choice now.
He picked up a blue single-shoulder bag nearby. There was a pink little plush doll hanging from the zipper, so it looked like it belonged to a very fashionable girl. Opening the zipper, he found a mirror, lipstick, and some branded perfume—all makeup items. Indeed, a very stylish girl.
There was also a pink envelope with girlish vibes quietly lying inside. No doubt it was a love letter.
He wasn’t interested in snooping through someone else’s love letter, so he zipped the bag back up and put it down. This wasn’t Tang Wanyue’s bag.
According to Tang Wanyue, her bag contained a birthday necklace given to her by her mother. If he could find the bag with the necklace inside, that would be the right one.
After searching for a while, he found a white handbag beside a sofa seat. He seemed to recall Tang Wanyue had once hit herself with a white bag.
Unzipping it, he discovered a silver long-chain necklace inside, with a delicate blue gemstone set at the top. The pendant was engraved with the words “Happy Birthday.”
“This must be Tang Wanyue’s bag.”
Holding the exquisite necklace, Tang Cheng couldn’t help but grow curious about what else might be inside Tang Wanyue’s bag.
What kind of interests did this pure and dignified student council member have?
Inside the white bag, there were some student council documents and a notebook, but he was pleasantly surprised to find an unopened cream puff snack. It had a small bite taken out of it and was then rewrapped, seeming to be something Tang Wanyue hadn’t finished eating.
“This… this is!”
His hands trembled slightly as he carefully took out the cream puff. The more exquisite the snack, the more expensive and delicious it was. Based on his years of lingering outside that bakery and being spat on and chased away by the shopkeeper, this cream puff must have cost at least 10 big R!
10 big R!
“So Tang Wanyue really is a wealthy young lady!”