"Wake up, stop sleeping in class!" a stern voice sounded. It jolted me awake from my dream. My eyes snapped open, and I came face-to-face with a bulging-eyed man who looked like a ghost. I immediately jumped, shouting, "Ghost!" The room erupted in laughter.
The teacher looked as though he'd been struck by a bolt of thunder.
"Zhang Wei, who do you think you are, screaming like a monkey in the wild? Do you think just because you're a sports-sponsored student you can do anything?"
The bell rang, and the teacher had to go. After he left, I was still stuck to my desk mate like a lynch.
"Wei Wei, get off me. I don't want to be shipped with you!" My friend, Li Baidu, protested but I was still half-asleep.
Right, I haven't introduced myself yet—I'm Zhang Wei, 23 years old. My parents passed away early, I lived in a welfare home, before making it to Beijing University. I'm in my third year now. The guy next to me is my friend, Li Baidu we have known each other since middle school .Suddenly a sweet voice came from the back door of the class .Li Baidu and me turned our heads like broken robbots and there she was my childhood best friend also known as Su lian The BL maniac.She smiled warmly but to Li Baidu and me it sent shivers down the spine."wei wei ,xiao Baidu I finished writing my novel you have to read it."The moment we heard this we were ready to run for our dear life's but she had already grabbed us by the collars of our shirts .
she smiled wickedly "where are you going you have to read this I promise this one is nice" I spoke first "lian I really have a lot of essays to write and the Olympics is coming up I have practice so I really have no time"i signaled to Baidu to say something "sister lian he is lying he is very free you should give him to read ,I will also read."My mind went black this fool trapped me, my sweet weekend is gone I cried mentally.Su lian smiled even more "now that's what thought I have already sent the link to your phones read it I guarantee you will like it "
Back at my little room I was tired and flopped to the bed like a dying fish.The moment I was about to drift to sleep a phone called pulled me back .it was that crazy maniac I answered it "why haven't you opened the link yet ."
"I won't read it am tired"
"tired of doing what staring at beuttys in the hallway"
"I haven't said I won't consider it ,I'll read tommorow okay , goodnight don't call me again"
"okay stinky fish "
call ended ,why does she have to be so pestering sometimes. I tried to sleep but curiosity took the best of me and I opened the link thinking I'll just look and that's how I almost didn't sleep for the weekend.Sunday at night I was thinking wasn't it supposed to be just looking ,I looked myself in the mirror and I almost screamed ,think black circle .I decided to eat some dumplings as I finished the finnal chapter of the Novel .I guess I was to caught at the ending that I forgot how to swallow and choked .I started coughing frantically trying to breath but I couldn't and I thought I'm really going to die like this what a joke .
...
I woke up with a splitting headache, my head pounding as if someone had been hammering at it. My eyes fluttered open, but the world around me was blurry, a swirl of shadows and strange shapes. My heart raced in confusion.
A figure appeared at my bedside, carrying a tray of something I couldn't quite see.
Before I could react, cold water splashed across my face, shocking me into full awareness. My vision cleared as the icy chill hit my skin, but the headache flared up again.
I groaned, trying to sit up, but the room swayed around me. The woman in front of me—an old servant, I assumed—stood with a smirk, watching me struggle. I couldn't stand the sight of her, and in frustration, I reached out, shoving her aside.
But the moment I did, I felt my headache intensify, as if something was pulling at my temples. My anger flared. "What kind of hospital is this?" I muttered, still dazed.
"Li Zhen!" a voice called from behind me.
I froze, the name sinking in. Li Zhen? The name felt familiar, but wrong. Was this some kind of joke? Was I dreaming?
I slapped myself hard across the face, the sting sharp enough to ground me. But nothing changed. No, this couldn't be real. My friends must have set this up, playing a prank on me
I turned around, still trying to make sense of everything, only to be met with the sight of a beautiful lady in pink attire. Her long, jet-black hair cascaded down her back, framing her face in a way that almost seemed deliberate—too perfect. But it wasn't just her beauty that caught my attention. It was the arrogance etched in every line of her expression, the way she carried herself like the world owed her something.
What the hell is with that look?
She strutted forward, flanked by a couple of maidservants who helped her glide across the room, as if walking was too much work for someone of her stature. Her gaze met mine, and then she scoffed, the sound like a sneer. As though she'd just spotted a stray dog.
I couldn't take it. I was already on edge, and I wasn't about to let anyone talk down to me, especially not some princess or noblewoman who thought she was untouchable.
"Save it, Your Highness," I cut in, my tone sharp as I stood up. "I'm tired of seeing your face. I'll see myself out. You may enjoy."
With that, I turned on my heel, striding out of the room, leaving the woman fuming in my wake. I didn't care. Let her be angry. I had enough of being stuck in this strange place and, apparently, dealing with people who thought they could look down on me.