Those Things in the Three Years of High School

How I wish I suddenly woke up one day and found that I fell asleep in a class in my senior year of high school. Everything I am experiencing now is a dream, and the table is covered with your saliva. You told your deskmate that you had a long dream. Your deskmate calls you an idiot and tells you to listen to the class carefully. You look at the stadium outside the window, everything is so familiar, and everything is still full of hope.