There were more than ten minutes before class began, and the classroom was bustling with activity, lively and extraordinary.
Zheng Qing pulled the Law book and "Standard Spells: College Freshman" from his gray bag, prepared his notebook and writing brush, and calmly awaited the teacher's arrival.
Xiao Xiao sat by the window, propping his head up and gazing towards Lin Zhong Lake, his fingertips lightly tapping on the black shell notebook on the table.
Zhang Ji Xin had his face buried in his arms and was unmoving, lying on the table.
"Didn't you sleep well last night? You seem a bit run-down," Zheng Qing prodded the red-faced male student with his pen.
"Post-flight symptoms," Zhang Ji Xin's face remained buried in his arms, as he groaned, "I had nightmares all night. My roommate said I was grinding my teeth, scared them half to death."
Zheng Qing nodded in empathy.
He too had had nightmares last night, and his eyelid had been twitching incessantly since the morning.
