Yan Shu was currently in a state of despair, running swiftly while clutching a basket. However, the large goose chasing after him was even faster, spreading its wings and charging towards him.
“Help—” Yan Shu ran forward as fast as he could, not daring to look back even when his shoes fell off. He headed straight for the cameraman, hoping to seek refuge behind him.
The cameraman, who was facing the approaching goose with the force of an autumn wind sweeping fallen leaves, couldn’t help but tremble as he held his camera.
Then, Yan Shu noticed that the photography teacher was also preparing to flee.
With one foot in a shoe and the other in a sock, Yan Shu realized that he couldn’t rely on any adults for protection and could only run while crying.
When Wanwan arrived carrying a small bamboo basket, she could already hear Yan Shu’s cries from afar.