"I could see the fire spreading, burning faster and faster. Thick smoke billowed everywhere, and people were screaming and wailing. I couldn't open my eyes. I tried to run outside, but as soon as I opened the door, flames rushed straight into the private room."
Zhang Ju was sprawled on the ground, veins bulging across his forehead. The scar on his face quivered faintly. "I don't know where the pain started. I fought my way out, gasping for breath, barely able to see. In the end, I passed out in the corridor."
"Through the haze, I felt someone lift me. I was still conscious then."
His dirt- and blood-stained fingers sank into his hair. Propping himself up on one elbow, Zhang Ju said, "I must have been taken to a hospital. I could faintly hear my parents talking to the doctors. I wanted to open my eyes, but when I did, all I saw was a completely black world, as if everything had been burned to a crisp."
Zhang Ju's voice gradually returned to normal. He slumped to the ground. "I can remember my parents' faces, and the doctor and nurse who looked after me. But I can't remember how I woke up from the coma, or how I came to this school."
"Could it be that you never actually woke up, and this is the world you entered while in a coma?" Chen Ge's question clearly caught Zhang Ju off guard.
"I never woke up? This is the world I entered while in a coma?" Zhang Ju repeated Chen Ge's words. "So all of this is a dream? You're all figments of my imagination?"
"Don't talk nonsense. This is getting more and more ridiculous. Can we try to be a little normal?" Zhou Tu snatched the Kitchen Knife from