If it weren't for knowing this was Aunt Ru Xue's dream and getting such a close-up look at her face and features, Lin Yu would never have dared to connect the explosive-haired, bespectacled girl before him with the coldly glamorous Aunt Ru Xue from over a decade later.
What on earth had she gone through all these years?
How could she have changed so much?
Unlike Fang Xinran's situation, the Du Ruxue before him clearly didn’t recognize Lin Yu.
And she seemed to harbor intense hostility toward this sudden stranger.
Seriously, is the outside world really that chaotic?
Pulling out a "great equalizer" right off the bat?!
With the truth in hand, the earlier collision was nothing.
At this point, Lin Yu hadn’t yet verified…
If he were to be "sent on a pilgrimage" by the dream’s owner within the dream world, would it have any effect on him in reality?
Best not to test it.
Even if there were no real consequences, the psychological trauma alone wouldn’t be worth it!
Hearing Lin Yu speak, Du Ruxue shifted her eye slightly away from the rifle’s scope.
Lin Yu tilted his head slightly, trying to avoid the direct line of the barrel.
One of the things he hated most in life was having a gun pointed at his head!
Yet the next moment, Lin Yu gasped inwardly:
Hacks!
As he moved, the gun barrel twisted and deformed on its own.
No matter how he dodged, it contorted to keep pointing at his head.
Lin Yu: "???"
He tried shifting his head back to its original position—miraculously, the barrel straightened out again.
After three futile attempts, Lin Yu gave up in resignation.
What’s the point of playing against a cheater?
100% headshot accuracy!
Even when he was hacking in games, Lin Yu never made it this obvious.
This also gave Lin Yu a deep appreciation for just how buggy Aunt Ru Xue’s dream world was.
As long as the program runs, who cares about the bugs, right?
Typical programmer logic!
"You speak Mandarin?" Du Ruxue finally spoke again.
Lin Yu replied casually,
"Yeah, obviously?"
"Can’t you tell? I’m Chinese!"
Du Ruxue lowered the old-fashioned hunting rifle, adjusted her glasses, and scrutinized Lin Yu closely.
Lin Yu: "..."
Her nearsightedness is this bad too?
She’s on par with Chang Xiaoxiao!
Does it take her a moment to recognize someone as Chinese?
Back at the apartment, she didn’t seem this blind—was she wearing contacts?
"Sorry, my apologies. I thought they’d come back…"
Du Ruxue put away the rifle and patted her ample chest in a "surviving a disaster" gesture.
Lin Yu’s attention, however, wasn’t entirely on her figure.
Her words carried a lot of implications!
Who were "they"?
What did "come back" mean?
Even in a dream world, where everything is exaggerated, this still reflected Du Ruxue’s subconscious attitude toward "them."
To greet them with a hunting rifle and 100% headshot intent…
"They" must be enemies she loathed to the bone!
Originally, Lin Yu had entered the dream with the goal of practicing a [Virtual Aunt Conquest].
But now, right after entering, he realized there was a bigger issue.
Perhaps…
Du Ruxue’s years studying alone abroad hadn’t been easy.
Lin Yu sorted through his thoughts, considering the best way to respond.
But before he could speak, the scene before him abruptly changed.
When he regained his senses, he was sitting on a sofa inside a house.
Through the window, he could still see the off-road vehicle outside.
In other words—
Lin Yu had been transported into Du Ruxue’s home!
The scene transition was this fast?
No dialogue or transition—just straight into her house?
How erratic is Du Ruxue’s thought process?!
And… where is she?
She appeared out of nowhere earlier, and now she’s vanished just as suddenly.
No idea what she’s up to!
The last dream world felt like being in prison.
Now it’s more like riding a rollercoaster!
If your mind isn’t quick enough, you can’t keep up with the rapid changes.
Lin Yu steadied himself and began observing the furnishings on the first floor.
Studying abroad suggested Du Ruxue’s family was well-off financially.
And as a late-20th-century international student, she should’ve been even wealthier.
Yet apart from some shabby, basic furniture, there wasn’t anything valuable in sight.
The second floor wasn’t fully visible, but it probably wasn’t much better.
Living conditions this poor didn’t match the image of someone loaded.
"Crash—"
"Thud! Clang! Bang!"
"..."
While Lin Yu was lost in thought, a series of clattering noises came from the staircase, as if something had spilled.
He quickly stood and headed toward the stairs.
On the steps, alcohol, gauze, medicine bottles, scissors… an entire first-aid kit’s worth of supplies had scattered everywhere.
Du Ruxue sat on the stairs, clutching her leg with a pained grimace before standing up.
Lin Yu: "???"
Quite the spectacle—that must’ve been a nasty fall!
Seeing Lin Yu approach, Du Ruxue immediately said,
"Sorry, classmate, I was just getting the first-aid kit to treat your injuries…"
From their earlier exchange, Lin Yu hadn’t mentioned being hurt.
Hell, they’d barely spoken!
Just how much had her buggy dream brain filled in on its own?
At this rate…
"Maybe I should treat your injuries first? Your leg…"
Lin Yu pointed at Du Ruxue’s knee.
Before he could finish, Du Ruxue straightened up and declared earnestly,
"It’s fine! I don’t feel any pain at all!!"
Lin Yu: "..."
Yeah, right!
It’s literally bleeding, hello?!
Why put on such a tough act now?
Still, there was something oddly endearing about Du Ruxue’s stubbornness.
Young Aunt Ru Xue was actually pretty amusing.
How did she turn into that icy, aloof version in middle age?
The more Lin Yu saw, the more curious he became.
Just how thoroughly had time reshaped her?
As the two stood awkwardly on the stairs, the roar of engines and the shouts of young men erupted from the road outside.
"Whoo! Ooooh!"
"Yeehaw! Woo!"
"..."
The rowdy noise sounded like a pack of howler monkeys.
What the hell?
Filming Planet of the Apes or something?
Just as Lin Yu was baffled—
"Click!"
"Click!"
Lin Yu: "!!!"
The vanished hunting rifle suddenly reappeared in Du Ruxue’s hands.
In a dream, conjuring objects out of thin air wasn’t shocking.
But…
Grabbing a weapon for defense could only mean one thing—
"They" were here.
...
(First update today! More chapters coming soon—hoping to avoid getting stuck in the deep river. Your support with love and power is greatly appreciated!)
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