The Material Room was the most secluded classroom on this floor.
It was rarely visited by anyone.
Unless there was a club activity, people would only come here to pick up materials, so it was generally deserted.
Shen Zhaozhao made her way back without encountering a single person.
The president had specially applied for the key to the Material Room because of the seminar.
At this time, there was no one in the Material Room, and since Shen Zhaozhao didn't know where the paint was, she could only search shelf by shelf. When she finally found it and was about to turn around, the lights in the Material Room suddenly went out.
The entire Material Room plunged into darkness in an instant.
Shen Zhaozhao instinctively reached for her phone, only to realize that in her haste to leave earlier, she had left her phone in the activity room.
Shen Zhaozhao had no choice but to grope her way to the door by memory, only to find that the door to the Material Room had somehow closed.
