Liu Chuandao saw Dong Qingfeng showing off in the class group and felt unhappy. Can I be inferior to you online?
He retorted: "Go ahead, brag, you haven't died before, how would you know?"
Dong Qingfeng: "??"
He ignored the brain-sick Liu Chuandao, just regarded him as a dead man, Dong Qingfeng explained:
"Although the current theory is that 'people can hear the outside world after death but can't understand it,' I prefer to believe another saying that they can understand the words. At least this way, I can be with them for one more moment."
Chen Siyu: "I have a question."
"Hmm, what's up?"
Chen Siyu: "During class, I can also hear the teacher talking, but I can't understand. Am I dead? (scared)"
...
Off-campus rented house.
Simple windows, simple desk, even the wardrobe is made of iron pipes and cheap fabric.
Miao Zhe brought a basin of warm water, placed it on the desk, and faced a mirror, staring at it as if something might come out of it in the next moment.
