"Wake up, Brother Ziyu, wake up, you're awake... Brother Ziyu, the exam is over, wake up now..."
Zhao Rong was awakened by the anxious voice of the girl next to his ear and slowly opened his eyes.
He lifted his head from the desk, feeling a headache akin to the oxygen deprivation from sleeping too deeply.
This headache came in waves.
It felt a bit like being abruptly awakened from a deep afternoon slumber.
He couldn't tell if it was day or night upon opening his eyes.
Unsure if he hadn't slept enough or had slept too deeply.
Zhao Rong rubbed his eyes, his thoughts were sluggish at this moment.
The images transmitted by his eyes made his newly awakened brain momentarily unable to process them, feeling slightly confused.
Zhao Rong's upper body was sprawled weakly on the rigid chair back. It took him a while to regain some clarity and start analyzing his situation...
