C912 It Seems like Something Has Happened to Our Old Class

Before dawn, a black sedan sped through the early morning chill.

It had been snowing for the past few days, and the temperature at night was very low.

However, the speed of this car was extremely fast, making it seem somewhat impatient.

Finally, the car stopped on an unmonitored road and a blanket was thrown out.

No, it wasn't a quilt.

The blanket had been rolled into a silkworm's chrysalis