"Whoop... Whoop..."

The cry was not loud, as far as it was, as close as it was, as if a twisted thread had penetrated President Mo's ears. When he heard it, his heart trembled a few times.

is a woman's cry!

"Who?!" President Mo had the courage to drink, but the hoarseness and trembling of his voice betrayed his fear!

As soon as his voice fell, the cry stopped in summer, as if everything was his illusion.

Principal Mo listened again and found that there was a dead silence around him, only the sound of the hula blowing through the treetops.

Maybe you really think too much... Principal Mo breathed...