Jiang Zhihua's gaze swept over Lin Qiye and An Qingyu, as if judging whether they could be trusted. Perhaps because they were students of Shangjing University, she hesitated for a moment before slowly speaking:
"About six years ago, I was also a student at Shangjing University. That day, I was rushing to finish a report and happened to enter Classroom 609 in the Fifth Teaching Building. I studied under the emergency lights until after two in the morning. By then, I was feeling a little sleepy..."
"Wait!" Lin Qiye promptly interrupted Jiang Zhihua, speaking with a strange expression. "You felt sleepy, fell asleep, and when you woke up, you saw students around you wearing Zhongshan suits and studying with textbooks from decades ago?"
"You've heard of it?"
"The girl from that legend was you?" Lin Qiye asked in confusion. "But didn't you jump to your death?"
"After that incident, because of relationship problems, I really did have a period when I couldn't let go, and I really did jump from a building... but I didn't succeed." Jiang Zhihua looked up at the roof of the Fifth Teaching Building, her expression complicated.
"Just as I jumped from the rooftop and fell past the window of that classroom on the sixth floor, the curtains inside suddenly flew up and wrapped around me, leaving me hanging against the wall.
"I was terrified at the time. In a daze, I climbed in through the windowsill... The classroom was completely empty, without a single person. There was only the mournful sound of the breeze passing through the hallways.
"Only later did I learn that they hadn't wanted me to die..."
"They?"
"Probably sometime in the seventies or eighties of the last century. When this building had just been constructed, Shangjing University was already a prestigious