If Li Zijian's language arts teacher knew what he was feeling at that moment, she would definitely find a way to leap up and punch him with a fist as big as a sandbag, to show him who really was the real physical education teacher.
However, what Li Zijian saw was indeed a riot of colors brewing out of the darkness, those colors that did not belong to this world bursting before his eyes.
Those brilliant colors seemed as if they came from the far, boundless universe, those bright and ancient nebulae, like a distant ballad, humming by his ear.
Li Zijian soon realized that he could no longer hear any sound from the outside.
And yet, the surroundings remained silent.
No matter how good the headphones were, they at most reduced the efficiency of sound transmission, as matter itself conducts sound. In the absence of any white noise playing in the headphones, this kind of silence seemed very unnatural.
Li Zijian tried to turn his head; he saw the surroundings.
