"Sigh."
Wang Congshan heaved a long sigh, one that held her complex feelings about the education system, her vague anxieties about the future, and her envy of her deskmate Li Ang's ability to navigate his youth with such carefree elegance.
Why must my eighteen-year-old self be destined to shed tears over exams.
Forget it, no more thinking about it.
Wang Congshan shook her head, took out her phone, and put a small, exquisite Bluetooth earpiece in her left ear (so the teacher wouldn't notice it immediately if they walked into the classroom). She rested her forehead on the desk, placed her phone on her thigh, and lowered her head to watch.
"Seven mentors, thirty-five students. They chase the footsteps of the bizarre, like pursuing a dangerous and fatal storm..."
"The underground fire incident in Centralia, Pennsylvania, in the United States..."
"The hidden Ghost Village incident in Miyawaka City, Fukuoka Prefecture, Kyushu, on the Japan Islands..."
