He quietly searched near where the "old position" used to be, then sat down and began observing the other classmates, who were nothing special and utterly unremarkable to him, like regular background NPCs, indistinguishable from the phalanx of sculptures in the Green Forest Belt.
Lin Yi took out a notepad, intending to write something, but found he didn't know where to start.
There was too much he wanted to write, too many taboos as well; he needed to organize his thoughts before he could put them down.
He propped his chin on one hand, leaned against the foldable table, while the other hand played with a pen, idly recalling some events from yesterday.
His day was very fulfilling, feeling like he lived through several months in a single day, and if he were to write a diary, it would probably read like a novel.
"Some things must be noted down..."
For instance, some events relating to the Gymnasium...
