Michel raised his hand and opened his eyes with difficulty, the sun shining on him.
"Is this noon? I wonder if the school cafeteria can still be open today." Michel climbed down from the squeaky wooden bed, and then carefully walked out of his open-air dormitory.
When you step out, you can see the ruins with smoke curling from cooking stoves, makeshift tents, sleepy-looking students and teachers, imperial soldiers in uniforms patrolling and guarding, and some outsiders in gray robes who are busy repairing the damaged buildings of the school.
"You're still alive." Someone tapped his shoulder from behind. Michelle turned around and saw a cool, half-naked, silver-haired guy.
"President, are you...going to the macho fashion show?" Michelle glanced at the other's neatly formed eight-pack abs, and couldn't help feeling a little jealous.
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