The crisp sound of bones being torn, the warm blood splattering on the face, and the pair of eyes that are extremely malicious and unbending...
"Ah——!"
Lin Ye suddenly jumped up from his seat and let out a suppressed exclamation. His heart seemed to be grasped by a big invisible hand, and the pain was so painful that he could hardly breathe.
Cold sweat instantly soaked his back. He gasped for air and looked around in shock.
There was no dark cage, no stinky pool of blood, and no weird thing called "betrayal" that tore him into pieces bit by bit.
What comes into view is a spacious and bright ladder classroom.
The afternoon sun shines through the huge glass windows and casts warm light on the desks. The air was filled with the mixed smell of chalk dust and books. On the podium, the instructor with Mediterranean hair was talking endlessly about a boring economic model. Most of the students in the audience were drowsy.
