It wasn't seven thirty. It wasn't seven thirty!
An intense surge of delighted surprise welled up from the bottom of Qin Manjiang's heart.
Why?
What had happened?
Had something changed?
For twenty years, ever since his earliest memories, he had always regained awareness at seven thirty in the morning. This was the one and only exception!
Some sort of balance had been broken...
Qin Manjiang could clearly feel that something was different.
Just like how he had spoken his mind without any hindrance a moment ago, today... his body imposed no restrictions on him at all!
But why was this happening?
Qin Manjiang didn't want this to be just an exception. He wanted to make this state the norm. Only then would this body truly belong to him, and he would be its owner rather than something like a "tenant."
Had something changed?
He thought back over yesterday.
Right... something that had never happened before had indeed happened yesterday.
This body... had acted of its own accord. And it had done so while he was conscious.
It had created a new Ghost Story Game and dragged the class monitor, Qiao Ziruo, into the Ghost Story Game too.
That was it!
Feeling the complete control over his body, Qin Manjiang sank into thought.
He immediately got out of bed. Mi Qiao was already gone from the living room. After a quick wash, he left the apartment too.
Sunlight fell on him, casting a long shadow behind him.
He used to love lying on the grass, basking in the sun or enjoying the breeze.
The people around him all thought that perhaps Qin Manjiang was a quiet, artistic sort of person, but that wasn't the case at all.
Ever since childhood, he had always sensed that something wasn't quite right with his