At five in the morning, Li Zhiyuan lifted his head, sat up straight, and leaned back in the chair, his eyes half-open.
This position was maintained until five-thirty when, as his senses gradually restored, his head began to feel dizzy and his pupils refocused; consciousness began to return.
Li Zhiyuan pressed both hands against his forehead, gently massaging it.
He did not know how he had fallen asleep, nor even when he had awakened.
After waiting another quarter of an hour, Li Zhiyuan took a deep breath, looked at his desk, and noticed a pool of blood there, coloring the homework book red.
His gaze swept over the horizontal and vertical lines, and Li Zhiyuan felt a sharp pain in his brain, immediately closing and securing the homework book.
He gradually remembered that before losing consciousness, was he calculating his own fate chart?
It seems that one cannot calculate their own fate.
