The students entered different rooms and embarked on different lives. Their endings would all be different, too.
Six students now stood in the room representing the school. Holding ballots marked with their identities, they looked at one another nervously.
"Everyone has their own life task. Don't just stand around here. You can start moving." Wang Jie looked at the girl opposite him. She had confessed her feelings to him back in school, but after all these years, she had become someone else's wife.
No one had expected Wang Jie, the "murderer," to enter the school. The girl hurried to the door, hoping to open it and switch rooms, but the instant her fingers touched the handle, every light in the room went out.
The door opened onto streams of traffic and towering buildings. You De was pacing anxiously outside.
You Liang's nightmare descended. The real social practice class had begun.
"Is everyone in the same nightmare this time?" Gao Ming reached out to touch the wall. This nightmare felt even more real than the previous one.
"Huh?"
Gao Ming looked at the blurry graffiti on the school wall. Those awful, horrifying pictures were Xia Yang's work. During their last visit to the nightmare, he and Xia Yang had drawn them together to get back at the bad guys.
"Xia Yang's drawings are still in the nightmare?" The graffiti was fading little by little. It might take a long time to disappear.
"That's a little embarrassing. I hope You Liang doesn't mind."
Gao Ming knew exactly how to clear this scenario, but he had other things to do in the nightmare this time, so he needed to pace his troublemaking.
Seeing You De pouring out his grievances to the students, Gao Ming walked straight over, raised his arm high, and, before