Ding-ling-ling!
The end-of-class bell rang, jolting Zhao Cheng awake.
He realized that he could actually space out while looking at a pretty girl now. That was a little strange.
Back when he looked at Wu Yiran, nothing like this had ever happened.
In fact, he had noticed it himself. For some reason, lately he had been zoning out more and more easily, and his inner fantasy world had become increasingly rich.
And in that brief instant just now, the image that had appeared in his mind was of himself, white-haired and aged, nestled together with an equally white-haired Belvia—and dying together as well.
He did not know why he possessed such powerful imagination. As for the Belvia in that vision, he always felt that when she grew old, she would look exactly as he had imagined—still just as beautiful.
Then he thought of a dream from a few days ago. In the dream, she seemed to be the queen of a country...
That was right. Having only just been startled awake, he had already spaced out again.
If he had been a top student, he would definitely have thought he was sick.
But now? He only felt that his imagination had improved again. This was the evolution of his brain!
Of course, that was purely one of his own cringeworthy adolescent thoughts.
"Zhao Cheng, you're lucky to be sitting next to me. I've got a good opportunity for you."
A hand landed on Zhao Cheng's shoulder, startling him awake. Then Zhao Cheng saw the dazzling smile of the skinny, monkey-like boy beside him.
That boy was Zhao Cheng's deskmate, Sun Yi. His name was decent enough, but he himself was not. Even before Zhao Cheng had started sitting with Sun Yi, he had seen him gang up with two boys