On the bamboo tube, several symbols were engraved that appeared somewhat distorted.
Or rather, they looked like some eerie patterns.
The playful smile vanished from his face, replaced by a frozen disbelief. At first, he even questioned whether his eyes were playing tricks on him, wondering if he was still dreaming and hadn't awakened.
Reality and illusion intertwined; in a daze, he seemed to return to the miserable yet memorable school days, those decades-old memories from his past life and present life.
Anyone who's ever spent time confined in a classroom or listened to lectures seriously would be able to recognize those crooked characters on the bamboo tube.
"Am I having a relapse from being overworked recently?"
Staring intently at the bamboo tube in his hands, motionless.
"Brother, what's wrong with you?"
The little princess beside him approached actively.
