Chapter 41 Ghost School_3

Accompanied by the passage of time, the intense heat seemed to dissipate a bit.

Du Changlong yawned and suddenly felt drowsy surging up.

"Never mind, I'll rest for a while. Remember to wake me up later. When the sun isn't so fierce, we'll go out then."

"Okay."

"You sleep."

He lay on the desk and gradually fell into slumber.

...

There was a cool sensation on his skin, and it was a bit itchy, just like when he accidentally touched a spider web in the corner while tidying up.

A thread of coldness seemed to bore into one's bones.

Whispering sounds came from near his ear, like someone conversing in secret, or like someone dragging their shoes in the corridor.

Du Changlong frowned, instinctively feeling a trace of discomfort, he slowly opened his eyes.

What met his gaze was the dull classroom. The books and water cup close at hand were all shrouded in a layer of shadowy gloom.

At first, he thought he was bleary-eyed, that's why he couldn't see clearly...