It wasn't seven thirty. It wasn't seven thirty!
An intense rush of surprise and delight welled up from the depths of Qin Manjiang's heart.
Why?
What had happened?
Had something changed?
For twenty years, for as long as he could remember, he had always regained awareness at seven thirty in the morning. This was the only exception!
Some kind of balance had been broken...
Qin Manjiang could clearly feel that something was different.
Just as he had spoken his mind without any obstruction 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 his 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 unprecedented really had happened yesterday.
This body... had acted on its own initiative. And it had acted independently while I was conscious.
It had created a new Ghost Story Game and dragged Class Monitor Qiao Ziruo into the Ghost Story Game too.
That was it!
Feeling the complete control his body was giving him, Qin Manjiang grew thoughtful.
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 in the sun or enjoying the breeze.
The people around him all thought Qin Manjiang might be a quiet, somewhat artistic person, but that wasn't actually the case.
Ever since he was little, he had always sensed that something wasn't quite right with his body. His thoughts clearly weren't like