Monday morning started with a class, and it was the very first period.
Because of the rain, the lights in the classroom had been turned on... Though it was not as gloomy and damply cold as outside, the old professor's sleep-inducing lecture made the room feel stifling.
I wonder what Sister is doing at home.
Because of the rain, Zhang Xiaoqin had chosen to rest at home today. Constant training required rest as well; only by balancing work and rest could she recover better.
Zhao Le, sitting in the classroom and thinking about his sister, suddenly sensed one of humanity's limitations—the problem of perspective.
Being unable to know what someone important to you was experiencing in a different place at the same time could always make people vaguely uneasy... And unfortunately, misfortune often happened at times like this.
Yes, the world kept turning every minute. At every moment, the people connected to him—or those he did not care about—were all carrying on with their own lives... Where would their gazes reach?
Perhaps when they were watching the same television drama.
Only then would the hidden unease in one's heart be reduced to a minimum... Because one could see the whole plot, because one was not restricted to the perspective of a single character... Because one had the perspective of God.
And also because... nothing beyond one's abilities would happen.
Before he realized it, Zhao Le's soul had already wandered beyond the heavens, thinking about all sorts of unrelated things... The dreary classroom on a rainy day truly seemed like the best breeding ground for wild imaginings.
—You have been to the scene.
Chen Mingming's words suddenly surfaced in Zhao Le's mind, pulling his wandering thoughts back into the silent classroom in an instant.
He broke into a cold sweat. His