Wang Ran lifted his head in astonishment, his phone had fallen to the ground.
The afternoon sun filtered through the clean glass windows, casting its light upon the students' youthful faces.
"Stand up! Hello, teacher!"
The spirited old professor walked into the classroom, holding an enamel cup that had seen better days, from which wisps of white steam curled up.
"Hello, students, please sit down."
The acute end-of-the-world crisis had subsided, and Wang Ran settled back into the calm life of a college student, not because of a passion for studies but because he enjoyed the relaxed and lively atmosphere at school.
He was purely savoring the atmosphere now, with Dawn Apostle doing his homework for him, and his whole attitude was completely different.
It was just one word—awesome!
The professor turned to write on the board.
This was a folklore elective class, where students who chose it did so mostly to earn easy credits while listening to some interesting folklore stories.