I frowned, trying to remember for a long time.
Could it be... that forgotten classmate?
No, it wasn't him. I'd never seen that classmate as an eighteen- or nineteen-year-old, and that person's build was very
similar to Long Tianfeng's. It wasn't the person on the banknote.
I kept thinking... but no matter how hard I searched, I couldn't find anyone with a build that matched that silhouette.
A meter eighty? Very thin? Male... Why did he feel so familiar? Why couldn't I find anyone like him in my memories?
I lay on the bed with my eyes closed, racking my brain. But even when dawn broke and the sun began to rise in the distance, I still hadn't thought of any clues about that person.
A sleepless night wouldn't affect me too much, but I'd spent the whole night thinking about this.
As for why I'd spent so long worrying over a banknote...
To put it simply, I hadn't had much to worry about in recent years, so when something like this cropped up, it got me extremely worked up.
With that thought, I rolled over and sat up. I had nothing better to do, so I flipped straight into a handstand. The virus helped my body, but I still had to
exercise. I hadn't been idle these past five years, and I'd exercised now and then to keep my physical abilities from deteriorating in such comfortable conditions.
"One hand, four fingers~ three fingers~ two fingers~ one finger!"
Gritting my teeth, I started with a one-handed handstand, then gradually lifted my fingers. Once my thumb alone was supporting my entire body, I began to move up and down slowly.
The veins on the back of my hand bulged. Even for me, supporting my whole body was exhausting.
I did a