Ke Mingye paused, "But there's one thing I need to warn you about, just like the advice you gave me."
"What is it?"
"There are many people living in my mind. Strictly speaking, you are just one of the tenants," Ke Mingye said, "If you don't mind the noise, we can work together." He slightly lifted his head and looked directly into Nezha's eyes.
Nezha stared at his vacant gaze, slightly focused.
The next moment, his consciousness arrived in a deserted classroom. The setting sun slanted westward, the sky dyed with the hues of rosé wine.
Nezha looked up and saw at the back of the podium, a grey figure with a hollow look, standing with one hand on its hip, leaning against the blackboard behind it.
"Oh, look who's here, guys?" the strange thing asked, "His arrival was quite rude, not coming through the normal path but as a transfer student who bribed the principal."
"Xiaohongmao, who is this?" Kobe sat on Xiaohongmao's shoulder, resembling a black furball.
