“Damn it all, is this ever going to end!”
In the endless darkness, Liang De let out an angry shout amidst the recurring sleep paralysis.
Huh? I can be heard? I can move!
He opened his eyes and saw soft light, clean windows, and before him were a blackboard, a lectern, desks, and a Teacher facing away from the students.
This was an ordinary Classroom.
At that moment, a hushed gasp came from beside Liang De’s ear. He managed to turn his head and saw the Girl next to him, wearing a white Kansai Collar Sailor Uniform top, sticking her tongue out at him sheepishly.
The Sailor Uniform Girl had short, black hair cut just above her ears, slightly flushed cheeks, and the air seemed overlaid with a fresh, clear, Japanese-style filter.
She pointed downwards.
Liang De’s gaze followed the fingertip of the Girl at the neighboring desk downwards, past the slender waist beneath the light, thin white summer fabric, past the navy blue wheel-pleated short skirt, past the fair legs held together at the knees, past the black knee socks and indoor shoes… It took 1.551 seconds, understated and flowing naturally, without any forced effort, fully demonstrating the excellent skill of a proper adult male sneaking a look at a Beautiful Girl.
As is widely known, a naive youth wants to date a high school girl, while a mature man wants to *become* a high school girl.
Twenty-seven-year-old