Chapter 829: Chapter 20 Quite Capable, Sothing Up the Sleeve (Additional Chapter for Monthly Votes!)_4 Chapter 829: Chapter 20 Quite Capable, Sothing Up the Sleeve (Additional Chapter for Monthly Votes!)_4 Put aside everything else for now.
After copying this manuscript, I won’t publish it or show it to anyone.
To be safe, I could leave the last bit unfinished, keeping it in my mind.
That way,
An irreversible anchor won’t form.
I could continue adventuring in The Fifth Dreamland, heading to Queenstown to see what those dozen safes are all about.
Wiping the sweat from my forehead.
The August afternoon is unbearably hot; studying outside is akin to torture.
...
Lin Xian decided to find a quieter, cooler place where no one would disturb him.
“Big Face Cat’s father’s house.”
He suddenly thought.
“There are tables, chairs, and even two oil lamps—simply a natural spot for studying.”
Then,
Lin Xian picked up his notebook and, along with CC, entered Big Face Cat’s father’s house to study diligently.
This wasn’t his first ti morizing sothing from the dreamland.
He had mastered many mory techniques.
For instance…
Complicated formulas and derivations were morized just before waking up, so he could write them on paper the mont he left the dream.
Things that required understandative mory could be started now, reciting them like a text in a full-length recitation.
How I wish there were a temporary mory-enhancing stimulant like in the Third Dreamland…
But unfortunately,
The technology on Earth here is too primitive to expect much.
As the sun gradually set, painting half the sky red.
CC lit two oil lamps for Lin Xian, placing them on either side of the table, then continued to sit on the wooden bed, leaning against the wall, watching Lin Xian’s silhouette.
It was dark.
The bonfire outside had already been set up.
Although the guest of honor couldn’t attend tonight’s welco party, the pig was already slaughtered; Big Face Cat declared the celebration must go on to show their sincerity.
Silence enveloped the two inside the house.
Outside, the world was ablaze with excitent.
The primal drum beats, fierce and crisp, led the contented villagers to rotate around the fire, dancing and singing aloud.
Lin Xian finished morizing a section.
Turning around,
He found CC squatting obediently on the wooden bed, watching him.
“You could go out and have so fun,”
Lin Xian pointed to the bonfire outside,
“You could dance with the villagers.
It’s not ballroom dancing; n and won alike, people dance in pairs freely.
Many won villagers are dancing in pairs; you could join them and have fun.”
CC shook her head:
“I don’t know how to dance.”
Lin Xian was montarily at a loss for words.
This infinite loop of ti is just like that; once restarted, nothing is rembered, nothing remains.
Just like last ti in the dream, when he was dancing with CC, and CC had said:
“Tomorrow when we et again, in future etings… will I still forget these dance steps I’ve just learned, starting all over again?”
Yes.
Although it’s helpless,
It’s just like that.
“You could ask them to teach you.”
Lin Xian knew CC loved dancing, so he continued to persuade:
“I’ll be fine here studying on my own; you really don’t need to stay with .
The villagers here are very warm-hearted and an no harm; they’d be glad to teach you how to dance.”
However…
CC shook her head again:
“Lin Xian, I’m playing the role of your wife right now; how could I leave you?”
She blinked her expressive eyes:
“Though I’ve never dated or been married.
But if two people love each other and beco husband and wife, the first thing they should do…isn’t it to never part?”
“Since we are husband and wife now, I definitely can’t leave you to dance with others or go out to play.
Don’t worry; I won’t go anywhere.
I’ll just stay here with you.”
CC looked at Lin Xian, with the jumping flas of the oil lamps reflected in her pupils:
“Where you are, there I’ll be.”
…
…
The sunset’s fiery clouds covered the East Sea.
Casting an orange hue over the entire city.
On the rooftop of the MX Building.
Zhao Yingjun, dressed in a long white coat, leaned against the railing, letting the wind ss up her hair.
She felt like smoothing it with her fingers out of habit.
But she was not in the mood.
So, let it be ssy.
Could it get any more chaotic?
It’s cold up high, mainly due to the chilling wind.
The gusts blew hard by the building, making Zhao Yingjun feel no warmth in this approaching sumr phase.
Her dangling earrings no longer swayed but clung coldly against her cheeks due to the bitter wind.
“Hey, President Zhao!”
Suddenly,
The door of the staircase leading to the roof opened, and Brother Wang ca up:
“I was looking for you in the office just now; no one was there, and I wondered…
It’s not yet ti to leave work, your driver hasn’t left, where could you have gone?”
“It turns out they saw you heading to the rooftop.
What’s the matter?
Is sothing bothering you?”
Zhao Yingjun turned around.
She smiled at Brother Wang:
“It’s not quite troubling, just thinking about so things.”
After a pause,
she asked:
“Brother Wang, how old is your daughter this year?
Fifteen or sixteen?”
“Yes, she’s over sixteen, will be seventeen this September.”
Brother Wang closed the door of the staircase.
Walking towards Zhao Yingjun, he said:
“You have a lot on your mind, being such an important person.
Just a while ago, your help got my daughter into high school; otherwise, with her middle school exam scores…
she wouldn’t have made it to such a good high school.”
As Brother Wang spoke,
Zhao Yingjun rembered—indeed, it had happened.
It was so simple for her, just a phone call, and she had almost forgotten all about it.
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