Zhang Yuan saw his classmate Ding Peng, who had once been detained, walking leisurely ahead. It seemed that he had gained a little weight, perhaps from eating too well.
He couldn't help but ask, "Ding Peng, have you been studying hard recently?"
"Ah?" Ding Peng quickly turned around, a bit bewildered. He didn't know why, but he always felt an inexplicable fear of Zhang Yuan.
Studying, of course, he had been studying... but he still couldn't keep up with his peers.
Ding Peng couldn't enjoy the unique pleasure of learning unless special chips that controlled pleasure were installed in his brain. However, as someone who had traveled from an old era, he naturally had a repulsion towards bionic technology.
Zhang Yuan sighed slightly and asked, "Is this new society not as happy as you imagined?"
Ding Peng didn't know how to answer and finally sighed deeply, "It's not that it's unhappy, it's just that I haven't fully integrated yet."
