"We're back?"
Having jumped into the coffin, Song Bing originally thought he was certainly doomed. Unexpectedly, after jumping into the coffin, a jolt surged through him, and he immediately woke up.
Song Bing found himself still sitting in the seat of the train car, as if he had never moved at all.
The lights in the train car were not broken, and the people around were all looking at them with strange gazes.
To the onlookers, it seemed like they had just fallen asleep, mumbling something in their sleep.
"Is the stress of young people's lives so great these days? To fall asleep on the train like this."
"Isn't it just so? He was even snoring a moment ago, snoring louder than my husband at home. I wonder what they do at school everyday. Is their stress really that severe?"
"Look, there are still two young people over there who haven't woken up yet. They really can sleep."