"Heh!"
A soft chuckle escaped from Chen Pingchuan, who had been lying quietly in his bed. He was amused by his divine self in the simulation.
The sound spread through the quiet dormitory, reaching the ears of his three roommates. They all turned to look at him but saw no communicator or book—just Chen Pingchuan, staring blankly at the ceiling. They instinctively exchanged glances, the same thought reflected in their eyes.
"Chen Pingchuan has finally snapped from all the mining!"
It wasn't surprising they thought so. After all, Chen Pingchuan had been like a perpetual motion machine all day. He had disappeared early that morning, and they only heard news of him from the cafeteria lady at breakfast—the kid had gone down to the mines to work again.
