'Ring ring ring...'
The wake-up bell rang.
When he woke up again, Li Yang was already in the dormitory.
He felt like he had forgotten something important, but no matter what, he couldn't remember.
Vaguely, he seemed to recall a dream where he argued with a teacher, berating the teacher harshly.
"Luckily, it was just a dream."
Li Yang rubbed his eyes, the two words in his palm made him frown.
'Ascension to Divinity.'
"Did I sleepwalk? Something's off."
Li Yang had never done anything meaningless since he was a child.
The words on his palm must be reminding him of something.
Li Yang picked up the ballpoint pen by his pillow and retraced the words 'Ascension to Divinity,' afraid he might forget.
He trusted himself unconditionally.
"Li Yang, today is the scholarship speech, did you write your draft?"
His roommate Da Wei asked.
His name was Wang Shuzheng, and because he had a lame leg due to childhood illness, he was given this nickname.
Li Yang replied:
"I wrote it."
