The classroom where morning reading begins is as noisy as ever, especially today is still Monday.
Griffin Yan sat in the classroom with a confused look on his face. He could no longer understand this dream world.
The classmates around me are as lively as monkeys just released from the cage. They are doing everything, lively and lively.
It was this kind of vividness that puzzled Griffin Yan, and he even began to wonder if this was really a dream world? Are those doomsdays, those supernatural powers and the plane trading platform real?
Or, everything is just a long dream of a sixteen-year-old boy on the weekend.
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