Before the selection competition ended, Dylan had once sighed with a question—after dying in the Dreamland, do we continue sleeping in reality or wake up startled?
Zheng Qing felt that he could now answer this question.
Of course, the time was slightly later than expected.
The young cost student's last impression of the selection competition was the puppet's lazy 'wish you all sweet dreams,' then the world fell into darkness, and when he regained consciousness, the sparrows outside the window had started to chatter on the treetops. The sky was not yet bright, the dorm was very quiet, only two uneven snores echoed back and forth.
One snore was heavier, belonging to Xin Fat Man; the other was lighter, from Fatty Cat Tuan Tuan.
