"...Therefore, after fusing with the fundamental organs, it will then flow …"
The lecturer's lifeless voice was flat and nasal, each word drawn out and stretched thin, his monotonous tone blending into a rhythmic white noise that numbs every listener's mind.
But Zeth is busy with his thoughts. He still couldn't shake off what happened to him yesterday at the nurse's station. His body has completely regenerated and healed, but he can still feel the effects of the embarrassment he felt. He puts his head down on the table, trying to suppress the creeping cringe, and he suffers in silence.
"...And the effects on the immune system make it harder for…"
Beside him is Zion, bored and unattentive, his mind drifts aimlessly as his gaze wanders at the random patterns on the ceiling. His pinky finger digs through the depths of his nose, trying to find the sticky treasure hidden deep. He leaned back in his chair, legs stretched and resting on the table.
