The next day, Xiao Yu arrived at school just as usual.
Ignoring the noisy children around her, she sat at her desk, propped her chin in her hand, and zoned out for a while, seemingly lost in thought.
She then fished through her small backpack and pulled out a stack of materials.
"Overclocking Scripture"...
"Was it just an illusion yesterday..."
She furrowed her brows, replaying the bizarre sensation of falling from a height the day before.
The sudden feeling of weightlessness had made her tense and afraid to the point of dilated pupils, but all of a sudden, time seemed to move as slowly as a snail, making even the minute particles of dust floating through the air distinctly visible in their trajectories.
That moment felt so prolonged.
So much so that besides instinctively adjusting her posture for the fall, she even had time to take in every detail of the study...
