Feng Yin led the trio away from high school. When he walked to the door, Zhang Boer stopped.
“What, do you want to go to school?”
Zhang Boer shook his head quickly, looking scared.
“I don’t want to!” Zhang Bo’er turned to look at the three people and asked, “Do you dream?”
Li San glanced at Feng Yin in a conscious way, and was captured by Feng Yin in time.
“Li Sanyi, look at me – have you had a dream related to me?”
Li Sanyi, who was caught, smiled guiltily and denied repeatedly.
“No, no.”
Feng Yin didn’t believe it at all, and even asked quickly, “It must have been a dream to hit me!”
“How do you know!”
Li Sanyi blurted out, from regret to giving up.
“I just dream about it.”
“I was so scared to you. I always dream carefully and let go of my boldness. What are you afraid of.”
Feng Yin’s completely indifferent attitude made Li Sanyi ask curiously: “Aren’t you angry?”
“Are you a god or a god in the Nascent Soul, and your dream can predict the future?”
Li Sanyi was silent, no.
“Brother Li, boss, I’m not talking about this dream, I’m talking about the dream of high school!”
Zhang Boer finally took over the topic and said, “I often dreamed that I went back to high school, studying like a dog every day, and reading and memorizing books with lights and oil. I still knew that I was dreaming, and I felt half-dream and half-awake. But every time I had to take the exam in my dream, you don’t know, my heart… was afraid of death.”
“It’s very real. I still answered papers in my dreams and solved math problems. It’s difficult, I don’t know.”
Zhang Boer’s description was very concrete, and he could feel his helplessness and anxiety from the lines.