Hiss

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"Hiss--"

Upon hearing this speculation, the group gasped simultaneously. After all, which high school senior doesn't want to get into a better university?

The problem is that this so-called hope is often equated with unattainable desires. So the closer one gets to the college entrance examination, the more one goes through the trials of countless mock exams, the clearer one becomes about oneself and the more one understands the gap between oneself and the desired position.

Only...

If you truly understand yourself, then you'll have to come to this strange place to study your senior year of high school...

"Aren't there too few people in this school?"

"There are definitely a lot of people in this school!"

Just as this question was about to be asked, a voice suddenly came from not far away. Everyone turned their heads and saw a young man who looked young but was relatively mature walk out of the restroom and say something casually.

"What do you mean?" Since they weren't trying to hide anything, no one felt like they were being eavesdropped on. Instead, they were more concerned about the meaning behind each other's words.

"It doesn't mean anything. This school's design is based on your real school, but nobody actually knows how big it is."

The young man answered in this way, but Heris reacted very quickly, saying:

"Then how did you know?"

"You'll understand when you get out of school. This school is 'fully boarding.' After school, you'll need to go to the dormitory building next door to do your homework. If your school doesn't have a dormitory building, then the dormitory building will look like an off-campus hotel. But either way, you'll see far more students there than a school can accommodate."

The young man gave a very calm explanation, then waved his hand and said:

"Is there anything else you want to ask? If not, I'll go back and study."

"Um, can we go back?" Paril asked almost without hesitation, but the young man just shrugged:

"Going back is easy, but not coming back is difficult. Anyway, try your best to improve your grades."

After saying that, the person didn't give them any chance to ask further questions and turned to walk towards Class A.

"Honestly, if it's so easy, just explain it clearly!"

Several students from the Gongda High School looked at each other, and finally could only sigh. Although they were very dissatisfied with the riddle teller's behavior, under the intimidating presence of the school, they did not dare to go up and ask questions. Instead, they returned to their classes and began to study hard.

Without internet, cell phones, any entertainment, and even no one to chat with, my learning efficiency actually started to improve in this environment, which was a pleasant surprise.

Although nobody wants it.

After finally enduring until 10 p. m. when evening self-study ended, several students from the university's Gongda High School walked out of the Teaching Building together.

Standing at the entrance of the dormitory, which didn't seem very big, they finally understood what the young man meant earlier. Just the fact that the dormitory was like a subway station with people coming and going made it seem like it only housed a few thousand people.

Walking blankly into the dormitory, Moberi looked at the row of elevators on the first floor, rubbed his temples, and rushed into the elevator with a group of students. He immediately saw the elevator button panel, which simply displayed a nine-key number layout, and his expression darkened instantly.

"Ones, tens, hundreds, thousands... Damn, how many floors does this dormitory building have?" After counting the largest digit on the elevator panel, Moberi was completely dumbfounded. Fortunately, his Student ID had his dormitory number on it, so he wouldn't be completely unable to find his own dormitory.

Soon, Moberi found his dormitory room B18 on the sixteenth floor by following the small doors in the dimly lit corridor. He pushed open the door and felt a sense of relief.

Although this school is pretty scary in many ways, at least the dorm rooms are single rooms.

They plopped down on the bed, overwhelmed by fatigue and hunger. Although the school had a cafeteria, the food was so unpalatable that they couldn't bring themselves to eat anything more after just one bite. As a result, they hadn't eaten much all day and were now truly exhausted and starving.

But they couldn't go to sleep yet, because they still had homework to do.

"Damn it!" Moberi remembered Paril being chewed up, but still forced himself to sit up, took out his workbook and notebook from his School Bag, and began to do today's homework.

He wrote for four hours straight, and even when he was completely Single-mindedness, it was already 2:30 a. m. when he closed the last notebook.

I turned all the alarm clocks in the dorm up to the loudest volume before collapsing onto the bed, completely drained of energy even to take off my coat...

"Moberi! Moberi!"

A familiar voice called out, and with the tenacity of a zombie crawling out of its grave, Moberi crawled out of bed, still looking bewildered.

"If you don't get up now, you'll be late for school!"

His mother's voice came again. Hearing the word "school, "Moberi jolted awake, instantly becoming alert. He quickly finished washing up, only then suddenly realizing...

"I'm back? Damn, if I'd known I could just sleep and come back, why did I bother doing homework?"

Moberi slapped his forehead, only to find that the process in the dream was particularly real, as if he had really studied diligently for a whole day.

But...

"Forget it, I don't want to think about it anymore!"

Moberi didn't want to recall that stressful "dream," so he picked up his School Bag and headed towards school.

Standing at the familiar school gate, Moberi suddenly stopped, looking at the campus exactly like the one in his dream yesterday. He was even a little hesitant to step inside, but soon he noticed that several other students were showing the same reaction as him, and among them was—

"Paril?!"

"Moberi?" Paril jumped at the mention of it, turned around and saw Moberi, her expression changing as she said:

"Moberi, did you... last night?"

"That dream?" Moberi had finally managed to stop thinking about it, looked bewildered, while Paril was filled with lingering fear.

Compared to a few classmates who were merely tormented by mental stress, she was thoroughly chewed up!

Not long after, Heris and several other familiar students arrived at the school gate. Like the students they didn't know, they stood there in a daze. Paril and Moberi immediately went up to them. The group exchanged glances, as if they had already communicated.

Silence, deathly stillness, as if gripped by immense terror, filled the air as the group staggered into the classroom. Paril hesitated for a moment, then said:

Do you think that was a dream?

"Isn't this another deity wielding power through dreams?" Peter shook his head and sighed. "That young man said leaving is easy, but not going back in is difficult. He probably meant that as long as we fall asleep, we'll still end up in that school."

"How could this happen?" Paril almost collapsed to the ground, but Heris suddenly said:

"Although that dream was a bit scary, didn't it also give us twice the amount of study time?"