This feeling is like...
Being crazily lucid.
Ke Mingye was looking down, pondering, when the gray figure on the stage spoke up again, breaking the silence.
"Today is the second round of voting. Since our last meeting, we've decided to hold a vote every month." It paused, then its mouth corners lifted: "It's worth mentioning that this time, the protagonist himself is also present."
As soon as these words ended, a smattering of "clap clap—" applause sounded in the classroom, which was not enthusiastic but rather perfunctory.
Following the source of the applause, Ke Mingye slowly turned his head, scanning around the classroom.
To his left was someone dressed in a red and blue metal battle suit with a bird beak mask—a person Ke Mingye found very familiar, yet couldn't recall his name. To put it in other words, it felt like—"Completion Breakdown": meaning, sometimes you stare at a word for so long, it suddenly becomes so unfamiliar, you forget how to pronounce it, how to read it...
