Extra story: V – virtual (Suppose that it did not happen in real life) Victor passed out for no reason. “He put ether in his clothes?!”
Victor did not know how long he had been sleeping. It was when he woke up that he found himself on the bed at home. Under no circumstances would Victor believe that he was made to faint and then sent back home by Rogar. When he looked around and the alarm clock came into sight, he noticed something wrong. “Oh my god!” Victor sprang out of bed and let out a shout, “I'm going to be late for school!” He was about to accuse the alarm clock of not working when he found himself to blame. It was Victor who turned it off! It was obvious that Victor had an unusual experience, a dramatic dream. He laughed and then let out a sigh, not knowing what to say. Victor consumed two pieces of bread quickly, took a bag of milk, and rushed out. Unfortunately, it was when Victor charged into the school gate that the bell rang. Hopeless, Victor decided to give up. When he walked slowly to the teaching building, a familiar voice arose behind Victor, "Hey, Victor!" Victor absolutely knew who the coming one was. Awkward, he turned around and said, "Hi, Rogar. How come you are late too?" "I had a strange dream so I overslept." Rogar shrugged his shoulder, "What about you..." Hardly had Rogar finished his words when a deafening noise came from upstairs. Victor froze. Rogar said curiously, "Oh, what happened?" All at once Victor turned to Rogar and then held on to his collar. "Ah, what are you doing?" Surprised, Rogar quickly stopped Victor. Rogar's words immediately dragged Victor back to reality. "Oh, that's just a dream -- how could that be true." VICTOR then laughed in order to hide embarrassment. Hearing that, Rogar stepped back with his arms folded over his chest. "How come you SEIZE me due to your dream?! What did you do to me in it?" VICTOR felt helpless as it seemed to be more difficult to explain why he did so. But luckily, he came up with a wonderful reason in merely five seconds. "You put dynamite in your coat and declared that you would blow up the school. I was just checking whether I was still in the dream." "Sounds interesting." Rogar laughed aloud, "Well, if don't want to go to school, tell me and I'll help you." "But I won't risk blowing up the school. It's too dangerous and -- easy to be caught. I'll do something else..." "Oh, stop. That's just a dream." Victor felt rather surprised at Rogar's reaction and immediately prevented him from doing something truly explosive. A few seconds later, they arrived at their classroom, then stopped by Mr.Lobby without doubt. "Being late, you two stand outside!" "So poor!" Victor thought to himself. After Mr.Lobby went back to his office, he said to Rogar right away, "Rogar, I, now, don't want to go to school."
A few moments later, news came that a window fell down from the sixth floor, hitting the car outside. That was how the deafening sound was made. “Sounds terrifying…” Victor said to Rogar, “Is that how you help me? Identify security issues and subsequently implement a lockdown at the school…” “Maybe so.” Rogar shrugged, revealing an ambiguous expression in his eyes. However, students were not informed that classes were suspended. Worse still, those teachers kept smoking at will as if no one else were present. “Blow you up!”
(I’m afraid that this is the fact. But to meet the expectations of me and dear readers, let me write an ideal one.) Though what Victor went through was a dream, the dramatic experience inspired Victor to do something to change the situation. He discussed this idea with his friends and then made an unprecedented decision, at least in all his friends’ eyes, to write a letter to the principal. In the letter, Victor pointed out the current situation that a few teachers smoked at school, which had a deleterious effect on the health of themselves as well as those around them, and expressed his appeal for a smoking ban within the school. Days later, news came that at the school meeting, the principal emphasized that smoking was strictly prohibited at school. From then on, to all students’ delight, no one was seen smoking at school. “Well done~”