Inside the classroom, Li Qingming was still laughing, rarely ever so happily.
But to everyone else, there was nothing funny about it.
They completely failed to see what the joke was.
All they saw was Li Qingming and Ye Qian crushing the last bit of hope.
The only one who could stand up to them, Cai Zhixin, had already fallen.
Inevitably, that last trace of reason flickered like a candle in the wind, nearly extinguished.
"I... can't do this anymore..."
"What is this... I'm seeing strange things..."
"Eh? Your face looks so weird... haha..."
"It turns out... it's not that uncomfortable..."
"Hahahaha! I'm ascending! Praise the Secret Realm!!!!!"
In the midst of this babbling, suddenly a string of unexpectedly childlike voices emerged—
"I can't stand it... if I'm going to die, so be it..."
"You all... listen to me!"
Everyone paused briefly, turning their gaze toward the teacher's corner.
