He walked slowly into the large classroom, and the "people" inside remained perfectly still.
Rather than calling them people, it would be more accurate to say they were pitch-black human shadows.
These shadows of pure black, each with different stature and hairstyles, were sitting on the soft chairs. Some were heads down, copying something, some were lying on the desk sleeping, and some were leaning back in their chairs, seemingly resting with eyes closed.
He even saw two shadows very close to each other, gesticulating; they seemed to be communicating.
… All this, apart from the extremely dark vision and the twisted, inhuman shadows, looked just like ordinary students who stayed in a classroom after class.
The shadows of the trees outside the window swayed in the wind, like a shadow play against a backdrop of white paper, the dark branches undulating.
He moved closer to the communicating shadows and heard their voices.
"… Has Dong Xue not recovered yet?"
