In Lin Yu's bedroom.
After waking from the dream world, Lin Yu poured himself a glass of icy water from the fridge to cool his heated emotions.
Though it was just three strikes.
Those three strikes would surely leave an indelible mark on Xia Yiwei’s memory!
From now on, whether in daily life or the dream world,
she would never again dare to underestimate him.
Today, in the nurse’s dream, Lin Yu had come to a clear realization…
Fishnet stockings were truly something special!
How had he never noticed before?
He’d been too preoccupied with silk stockings of every color.
Little did he know,
he’d been missing out on so much beauty.
It seemed necessary to have his two secretaries, Sister Huanghuang and Sister Benpao, help him purchase some fishnets!
After calming his thoughts for a moment,
Lin Yu returned to bed.
Tonight, three more dream encounters awaited him.
Time waited for no one—he had to get back to dreaming.
When he first learned that the number of dream targets had expanded to four, Lin Yu had felt a twinge of worry.
Previously, two dreams a night would leave him waking up close to dawn.
What if he couldn’t finish four dreams?
But seeing that it was only 1:20 AM now, Lin Yu instantly understood.
The flow of time in the dream world differed from reality.
The system had adjusted the pacing based on the number of dreams and Lin Yu’s actual sleep schedule.
His concerns were completely unfounded.
With this reassurance, he no longer had to worry about missing out on any delightful encounters with his dream companions.
Next up—
he would wholeheartedly embrace the baptism of Senior Tang Yimian’s [Wilderness Literature]!
Not long after lying down,
Lin Yu was transported to an unfamiliar place once more.
Amidst flickering halos of light, his first sensation was… heat!
An unbearably extreme heat!
At this moment, Lin Yu sat in the passenger seat of a white Hyundai,
holding an almost empty bottle of mineral water.
Dust and debris swirled outside, relentlessly pelting the windshield.
The person gripping the steering wheel in the driver’s seat was, naturally, the heroine of this dream world—Tang Yimian!
She leaned forward intently, both hands tightly clutching the wheel as she strained to see the road ahead.
The occasional jolts of the car only heightened the realism of the scene.
The only thing breaking the immersion was…
Senior’s Pikachu-patterned pajamas were far too clean!
And it wasn’t just her clothes—her face was pristine as well.
Smooth and radiant, as if she’d just applied a hydrating mask before bed.
Nothing like someone stranded in a wasteland!
Teachers were meticulous, huh?
Even in dreams, she maintained her image flawlessly.
As a result, seeing her face and hearing her first words made it incredibly hard for Lin Yu to immerse himself in the scenario.
"Junior Lin Yu, you drink it. I’m not thirsty."
"Don’t worry, according to the map the herders gave us, there should be a gas station ahead!"
"Once we get there, we can refuel and buy supplies!"
Normally, the person being cared for would be deeply moved.
But seeing Tang Yimian’s ethereal, delicate face uttering these words…
Lin Yu couldn’t help but feel that she genuinely wasn’t thirsty!
After steeling himself for a moment,
Lin Yu finally played along and replied:
"Thank you, Senior. You should keep the water—I’m not that thirsty either."
"If we take a left at the small road up ahead, that’s where the gas station is."
"We’ll be there soon!"
Tang Yimian turned to him with surprise in her eyes.
"Really? Did I misread earlier?"
"Wasn’t the gas station still about twenty kilometers away?"
Lin Yu answered confidently:
"Senior, trust my judgment."
"You focus on driving—leave the navigation to me."
As the "big bad" of the dream world, conjuring up a gas station was child’s play.
Not only would there be water, fuel, and food, but if he wanted some… ahem special entertainment, that wouldn’t be a problem either!
Tang Yimian’s expression visibly relaxed.
"That’s great, we’re finally almost there. I thought… sob…"
"I thought we wouldn’t make it…"
As she spoke,
two little pearls of tears rolled down her cheeks.
Lin Yu gently patted her back, comforting her.
It was understandable.
If this were real life—if they’d truly gotten lost in a no-man’s-land during a road trip—
a gentle, soft-hearted girl like Tang Yimian would’ve been terrified out of her mind.
Yet she’d been holding it together, trying her best to reassure Lin Yu.
Truly a kind-hearted senior.
Now that he’d been comforted by her, it was his turn to return the favor.
What would [Wilderness Literature] be without "man and nature"?
Time to return to the most primal state…
and fully embrace the gifts of the wild!
"You’ve worked hard, Senior."
"Once we reach the gas station, you can take a proper bath and rest."
Tang Yimian blinked in surprise.
"A gas station… has showers?"
"Junior Lin Yu, how did you know that?"
Lin Yu immediately began improvising:
"The herders mentioned it too—weren’t you there?"
"Oh~"
"You must’ve been too focused on the map to catch the important details."
"Not only can you shower, but there’s also a small motel to sleep in and wait out the sandstorm."
As he spoke,
his tone was utterly convincing.
Now that he’d mastered advanced dream manipulation, the rules of the dream world bent to his will.
Whatever he said existed—would exist.
If none of this were here,
why would he bother visiting Senior’s dream?
To admire the sandstorm?
Lin Yu had no such poetic inclinations.
After a bumpy ride,
they finally spotted the small road Lin Yu had mentioned.
If they hadn’t found it soon,
Lin Yu might’ve burst into song right there in the car:
~Grandpa’s name is what? Grandpa’s name is Grandpa~
Tang Yimian stepped on the gas, swerving onto the path with visible excitement.
The moment they entered,
the raging sandstorm seemed to part, left behind in their wake.
Ahead of them, a desolate little gas station came into view.
Lin Yu had only envisioned a gas station—he hadn’t specified any particular style.
Even if a futuristic "Sinopec" station had appeared, he wouldn’t have batted an eye.
So the rugged, run-down appearance before them was entirely shaped by Tang Yimian’s imagination.
The shabby aesthetic felt oddly familiar to Lin Yu.
After a closer look, one thing became clear…
Tang Yimian had definitely watched No Man’s Land!
"Junior Lin Yu, we made it! We really made it!"
Tang Yimian turned to him, eyes sparkling with joy as two more tears escaped.
"Senior, drive carefully—watch the road!"
"The pumps should be on the far side. Don’t crash into the haystacks!"
Lin Yu quickly warned her.
If he didn’t, they might flip the car and end the dream prematurely.
Tang Yimian steadied her excitement and parked the car by the pumps.
"Hello? We need gas!"
"Hello? Is anyone here?"
After stepping out, she called out repeatedly.
Lin Yu listened carefully to their surroundings…
If his guess was right, in Tang Yimian’s subconscious version of the wasteland—
they were the only two living souls!
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