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The scorching sun shimmered like jade, the bright reds almost dripping.
Ji Yun slowly opened his eyes.
Even with the constant cycling, Ji Yun was actually terrified that upon opening his eyes he would see the thick lid of a coffin, where people outside mourned him while he screamed his lungs out inside, "I can still be saved," only to be met with no response.
Fortunately, the surrounding air was crisp with the scent of banyan leaves and the aroma of grinding ink, complemented by the affable chatter and laughter of classmates nearby.
"Idiot, how could you lose again!" someone cursed from behind.
The curly-haired, freckled boy was about to retort when the desk in front of him was sharply jostled.
"Stop leaning back, will you!" said the curly-haired, freckled boy irritably.
Ji Yun slowly stood up, regarding the black, puppy-like figure behind him as air.
