I Fell Asleep During My Lunch Break, and My Cultivation in the World of Immortals Came True

The afternoons in Jiangcheng in June are always wrapped in a sticky heat wave. The leaves of the sycamore trees are shining brightly in the sun, the cicadas are chirping non-stop from morning to night, the fans in the teaching building are humming, and the wind blowing out is also warm. The days in the third grade of junior high school are boring and repetitive. The test papers are stacked higher than the textbooks. The countdown poster is posted on the right side of the blackboard. The bright red numbers are shrinking day by day, which makes the whole class nervous.