Lin Yu looked around in confusion: "???"
A village at night?
Wasn't this supposed to be the dreamscape of the second candidate, Teacher Fang Xinran?
Ru Xue, the primary target, hadn’t successfully triggered the dream invasion?
After a brief moment of thought,
Lin Yu roughly pieced together an answer.
The only plausible explanation was that Ru Xue probably hadn’t fallen asleep yet!
That’s why the system defaulted to the second candidate, Fang Xinran.
Past 3 a.m., and still awake?
Still chatting with Qi Meng, huh?
Who knew how deep their conversation had gone.
A flicker of unease crossed Lin Yu’s mind.
What if they talked all night, and Ru Xue never slept?
Would the dream invasion simply be voided?
If it were just a failed attempt, that might not be so bad.
But what if Ru Xue suddenly dozed off around 8 or 9 a.m.?
Would the system force Lin Yu, who was out and about, to collapse into sleep on the spot?
Nothing like this had happened before, and Lin Yu couldn’t begin to guess how the system would handle it.
Well, since he was here, he might as well make the best of it.
For now, he’d focus entirely on this dream.
Admittedly,
Fang Xinran had expressed—both in conversation and through her writing—a strong desire to leave the "mountains" behind.
But deep down, her childhood home in those mountains must have held cherished memories.
The scene before him was proof.
There wasn’t a single artificial light source, just the moon hanging in the sky.
Yet its glow bathed the entire village in an ethereal, seamless brightness.
Lin Yu hadn’t grown up in the mountains, but he was no stranger to rural life.
In his memories, his hometown was far less picturesque than this.
But beyond admiring the view, Lin Yu had a more pressing concern…
Where the hell was Fang Xinran?
Had she gotten lost?!
Not a soul was in sight.
Not even a single lit window in the village.
With his sharp hearing, Lin Yu could detect the faintest sound in this silence.
But there was nothing.
This was like searching for a needle in a haystack!
In times like these,
Only the supreme "Law of Dreams" could save him—if its illusionary power was strong enough.
Lin Yu closed his eyes and imagined his vision projecting onto the moon above…
The next instant,
A panoramic view of the village unfolded in his mind.
Lin Yu’s excitement surged.
Here, he was the undisputed king of dreams!
In this space, he could do whatever he pleased.
Ru Xue…
Thought she was so tough, huh? So smug?
Even threatened him!
Just wait.
The fun was only beginning.
Once he took in the village’s full layout, Lin Yu finally spotted his target.
Senior Sister Fang, clad in a white blouse and blue denim skirt, held a beer bottle.
She leaned against an old tree by the roadside, dozing off as if drunk.
Her outfit was identical to the one she’d worn at dinner.
Even the beer in her hand was the same brand.
Only the setting had changed.
As Lin Yu approached the tree, he couldn’t help but muse.
Only in a dream—and in a remote mountain village—could someone get drunk and pass out by the road at night.
In the city, who knew if she’d wake up next to a scumbag or a homeless guy!
Soon,
Lin Yu reached Fang Xinran’s side, staring at the defenseless, intoxicated girl…
Tsk!
If he were any more shameless, why bother learning about her personality or traits?
Why not just… "get to know her" right now?
Suppressing his darker impulses, Lin Yu gently patted her shoulder and called out:
"Hey… wake up. Are you okay?"
He deliberately avoided using her name.
The dreamer’s perception might differ drastically from reality.
Even if Fang Xinran’s attire matched her real-world self,
This might not be the same version of her.
For all he knew,
Her first words upon waking could be:
"Who are you?"
Acting too familiar might trigger screams of "Pervert!" or "Help!"
To avoid unnecessary trouble, Lin Yu had considered every angle.
Fang Xinran’s eyelids fluttered, as if disturbed from sleep.
At the same time,
"Bzzz…"
A distinct, resonant hum echoed through the dreamscape.
Lin Yu: "???"
He knew that sound!
Wasn’t that the noise signaling a collapsing dream?
What the hell…
Could shaking Fang Xinran in her dream actually wake her up?
Was this some kind of joke?
Even the universe’s prankster-in-chief couldn’t make dreams this ridiculous!
Once the hum faded, Lin Yu tried again, unwilling to give up.
"Can you hear me? Wake up…"
The same sound returned, louder this time.
Lin Yu: "!!!"
This was insane!
The "bzzz" was even more intense now.
Lin Yu had no doubt that continuing would shatter the dream entirely.
This was beyond absurd.
So, the only option left was…
Waiting for Fang Xinran to wake up on her own?
Holy hell!
What if she slept straight through till morning?
Would Lin Yu have to sit by the roadside all night, keeping her company?
Would the remaining three dream invasions still work?
The scarier part was…
Lin Yu couldn’t gauge the dream’s time flow!
He had no way of knowing how long this "dream nap" would last.
With no better solution,
Lin Yu sat beside Fang Xinran, conjured a jacket, and draped it over her.
He’d wait for now. If boredom got the better of him,
He’d shake her awake and accept that happiness wasn’t coming tonight…
As he sat there, his mind wandered.
According to classic movie logic,
If someone slept within a dream, did that mean Fang Xinran was now in a dream within a dream? A dreamer’s dream within a dream?
Lin Yu hummed under his breath:
"Dreams can’t hold scattered memories, blown away like wind~ An empty sky~ Leaves no room for smiles~"
……
Finally,
After what felt like an eternity,
Fang Xinran stirred beside him.
At least in dream time, it hadn’t been too long.
She stretched lazily, noticing the jacket over her.
"Huh?"
"What’s this…?"
Still dazed, Lin Yu’s voice cut in:
"You’re awake? Sleep well?"
The moment Fang Xinran saw Lin Yu, she bolted upright against the tree.
Then,
In utter disbelief, she exclaimed:
"Big Head? You’re still in the village?!"
(Second update today, more to come later—won’t be too late, hope you’ll show your support!)
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