The entire Senior Year, Class Four was already frozen in time.
But there was still a sound.
Zzzzz—
It was the sound of Li Qingming dragging his baseball bat against the ground.
It was both abrupt and pleasant, with a hint of suppressed hope.
Li Qingming had completely figured out by now that he was deep within the Overlord's contamination, akin to wearing a "Top Salesman" badge.
In such a state, both time and space were blurred, and his spirit floated dreamily through the Overlord's psychic world.
Only in Xunlong Manor had he entered through the Overlord's creation, whereas here, it was those flesh and blood.
One could imagine that, after inhaling that fierce drug, his body had already turned into a human chrysalis, lying on some bed in deep slumber. If he never woke up, his body would likely fall completely with the erosion of his sanity, eventually becoming like those elderly individuals turned into ginseng fruits.
