Thursday morning.
Class 8 classroom, during the long break.
Some students chatted, some played on their phones, some studied. Everyone did their own thing.
Cui Yu studied Meng Gui.
Meng Gui's ten-centimeter hairstyle was as sharp as ever. Today, though, he seemed different from the other students in class.
Meng Gui's expression was calm, his eyes were calm, and from head to toe, he exuded a peculiar air of stillness.
Cui Yu was puzzled. Something about Meng Gui seemed off today. "Gui'er, what's wrong with you?"
Meng Gui said, "Being a person is too tiring. I'm not going to be one anymore."
Cui Yu was dumbfounded. After thinking it over, he said, "Then why don't you be my family's dog in your next life? I'll give you bones to chew every day, fatten you up, and you can guard the house for me."
A vein throbbed on Meng Gui's forehead. If he weren't pursuing the supreme Great Dao, he would have called Cui Yu a dog.
"I just think ordinary people live too frivolously. I want to become a sage, and I'm contemplating this matter," he said blandly, like an elder who had seen through the ages.
"Don't think about all that nonsense. I think things are pretty good as they are. We get to play on our phones every day, and there's Jiang Yanan too. Why become a sage?"
"And sages are the ones who have it hard. In my impression, sages are noble in character, without emotion or desire."
"Aren't you still planning to pursue Jiang Yanan's best friend?" Cui Yu laid out his reasoning. High school students might lack life experience, but compulsory education had taught them enough to say a few sensible things.
Meng Gui didn't argue with Cui Yu. He said, "I seek an entirely