"Who's there?" I sat up, trying to pinpoint where the voice was coming from, but after listening for a while, I couldn't figure out its source. It was as if the person had clammed up as soon as I sat up.
Could it be a hallucination from exhaustion? That would be bad. It seems I need to pay more attention to my health. Chairman Mao once said, "Health is the capital of revolution." What an incisive statement! No matter how capable I am, without a healthy body, I'm doomed to accomplish nothing.
"Liang Yueming... Liang Yueming..." Suddenly, that voice rang out again, but I still couldn't tell where it was coming from, because it seemed as if it was inside my head.
"Fuck, who the hell are you?" Before I knew it, I'd cursed out loud.
"You little brat, getting cocky, are we? You dare to swear at me?" Finally, I recognized the owner of the voice – it was none other than the honorable Judge. How tragic, I'd actually sworn at him.
