Although he felt a faint sense of incongruity, Lin Yu did not take it too seriously.
After all, he was just an ordinary high school student. What could a "sense of incongruity" possibly mean?
Perhaps it was something like the "déjà vu effect," merely some sort of illusion created by his brain.
That made perfect sense, too. He had been far too exhausted lately, so it was normal for his brain to act strangely.
"Maybe I should go outside and get some air. Reviewing is important, but I need to balance work and rest."
With that thought, Lin Yu stood up and walked out of the classroom.
The weather was beautiful today. The wind and sunlight streamed through the windows and reached the corridor, making Lin Yu feel refreshed.
Yingcai Middle School's main teaching building was a five-story, square-shaped structure with an open courtyard in the middle. Lin Yu's Class 9, Grade 1 was on the third floor.
Groups of boys and girls were chatting in the corridor. There were table tennis tables in the courtyard, so the clattering sound of paddles and balls drifted in from outside.
Although the floors were fairly high, Lin Yu could still see a boy sitting on the half-open railing just to look cool. It was easy enough to understand—high school boys would do anything to show off.
Besides, the boy sitting there was notorious in Class 9 for loving the spotlight. He was the leader of a small clique, came from a wealthy family, and was good at sports. Although his grades were average, he was still extremely popular.
At that moment, his little group seemed to be discussing some sporting event. Several boys whose trendy air could not be suppressed even by their school uniforms were debating which star's team was doing