In the coma, Joy Shaw had a very, very long dream, and it felt so real.
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Solara Central High.
This summer is especially hot. Even half a month after the military training, it remains sweltering.
In the classroom of Class One, Grade One.
Joy Shaw was leaning on her hand, playing with a pen, staring blankly ahead, lost in thought.
Her deskmate, Wendy Stowe, had been talking for quite a while but hadn't heard a response, so she gave Joy a gentle nudge, "Joy, I'm talking to you. What are you so absorbed in thinking about?"
Joy Shaw finally reacted a bit, twirling the pen ceaselessly between her fingers, "Thinking about the person who groped my chest yesterday."
"Pfft—" Wendy Stowe spat, looking around nervously, "Keep your voice down. Do you not care about your reputation?!"
"Reputation? So many people saw it," Joy Shaw said, "Adrian Knight said I could ask his brother to take responsibility."
