Chapter 1: The Words of a Dying Man The shaking from the desk woke Lin Yu, who was catching up on sleep. Half-squinting his eyes, he slightly lifted his head from his pillowed arm, with several red marks of varying shades imprinted on his face, looking somewhat comical. “Ah, sorry, I woke you up.” An apology from a male classmate c...
Chapter 1: The Words of a Dying Man The shaking from the desk woke Lin Yu, who was catching up on sleep. Half-squinting his eyes, he slightly lifted his head from his pillowed arm, with several red marks of varying shades imprinted on his face, looking somewhat comical. “Ah, sorry, I woke you up.” An apology from a male classmate came from above. Lin Yu, just waking up, his mind still sluggish, gave a perfunctory hum in response, saying nothing more. Was class over? How long had he slept—ten minutes, twenty minutes? Hearing the noisy chatter around him, Lin Yu raised his gaze toward the front of the classroom, intending to glance at the clock hanging next to the slogan. The classroom was clearly noisy during the break, but the area near the podium was oddly empty. Only a girl in an intrica
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