Chapter 1835

Drake's casual flex drew a crowd.

Everyone wondered if the school was recruiting ballers now.

"Man, you're good," one yelped.

"Name your dinner. I'm paying," another echoed. Official source is ⓝovelFind.net

They rushed him, sweaty and hyped, piling on like he'd won a championship. Drake dodged, but they were relentless, all bro-hugs and cheers.

By nine p.m., he was wiped. These kids had endless energy, alive in a way he'd forgotten.

He crashed in the dorm, expecting to wake up from the dream. But when he opened his eyes, he was still at school. His roommates were snoring like chainsaws.

It was eight a.m., but nobody stirred.

'No classes?' he wondered.

Then he started to think about his own problem. He seriously doubted that he had inhaled too much of the incense and had sunk into a deep coma in the real world.

Panic crept in. He bolted from the dorm without washing up. He considered jumping off the building or slitting his wrist. The pain might snap him up from the dream.

He sprinted to the tallest building on campus. The passing students watched with confusion.

"Debra, isn't that the guy who stared at you yesterday?" a girl said. "What's he doing on seven? It's abandoned."

"Does he have a mental problem? Looks like he's going to jump," said another student.

Debra immediately ran up after him. When she arrived on the seventh floor, it was empty. Above was the roof.

The locked gate didn't stop Drake. One kick, and it gave.

He stepped onto the roof, welcomed by the howling wind. Unperturbed, he walked to the edge and crouched. There he eyed the drop, wondering if it was high enough to jolt him awake.

"Don't do it!" Debra's voice rang out. "Whatever it is, come down and talk."

Drake glanced back, knowing Debra in the real world would never say anything like that. She'd just kick him in the spine and snort, "Quit faking it."