September's heat had yet to fade.
Zhao Cheng stood in the corridor, listening to the cicadas outside and the sound of lessons being taught in the classroom. He could not help wondering just how he had managed to fall asleep.
His sleep quality at night was quite good. He never dozed off during the day, much less fell asleep right in the middle of class.
Compared to sleeping, he actually preferred spacing out.
Besides, he vaguely remembered having an extremely long dream. In that dream, he seemed to have become someone many girls could never have.
He found it rather strange. There were actually people in this world who were not interested in pretty girls?!
Why had he dreamed of something like that?
They said that what occupied one's thoughts by day would appear in one's dreams by night. Could he have developed some kind of psychological problem? Was this dream an early symptom of an illness?
Zhao Cheng let his thoughts wander aimlessly. Most students made to stand outside as punishment would inevitably be terrified, but he was different. His mentality was steady; he even had the leisure to let his imagination run wild, standing in the corridor and launching into a brainstorm.
The hot wind howled through the corridor. After standing there for a while, Zhao Cheng had worked up quite a sweat, so he edged a little closer to the crack in the door, hoping to borrow some of the air-conditioning.
During class, the entire school seemed relatively quiet, and the corridors were empty as well. But just then, a set of footsteps suddenly sounded from the distant staircase.
Zhao Cheng looked over curiously and saw a very pretty girl walking straight toward him. The girl saw Zhao Cheng too, curiosity appearing in her eyes.
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