Chapter 429: Chapter 302 Landscape Painting Dream_3 Chapter 429: Chapter 302 Landscape Painting Dream_3 Zhao Rong rembered what Qing Jun looked like as a child, and as for Xiao Xiao… hmm, he should still be a fuzzy little Fire Fox, hopping around Qiantang Mountain.
So, what in the world was this bizarre dream about?
Whatever happened to doing as one pleased?
Zhao Rong pouted and glanced inside the school again.
The twenty-one children were wearing uniform school attire.
In fact, there were twenty little boys and only one little girl, her hair done up in double buns, yet she appeared quite rigid.
Zhao Rong took a few more glances at her but still didn’t recognize her.
The little girl with double buns seed to be sothing like a class monitor in the school, and she also had a small ruler in her hand.
At this mont, she appeared to be following the instructions of the old master teacher, leaving her seat to collect howork from her classmates.
The little girl with double buns was thodical and stiff in her work.
Her vaguely discernible expression seed to be the sa.
Holding the howork, the little girl with double buns approached the lectern, respectfully bowed to the thin, tall old master teacher, with an attitude that seed, to Zhao Rong, to be almost excessively deferential.
At this ti, the thin, tall old master teacher seed to be giving so instructions.
The little girl with double buns stood with her hands behind her back, back ramrod straight, attentively listening to the admonishnt…
Zhao Rong observed from outside for a while, growing sowhat bored.
He took another glance at the little girl with double buns inside the school, whose behavior pattern seed sowhat familiar.
Speaking of which, could it be that I didn’t dream of Qing Jun and Xiao Xiao, but instead, I’m dreaming about Yu Huaijin, that fellow?
Is it Huaijin? She looks sowhat similar.
Dreaming of her?
Was Yu Huaijin always like this as a child?
Alright, it seems she’s been this dull and old-fashioned from childhood to adulthood.
Zhao Rong shook his head.
With nothing better to do, he didn’t think much about it and with a hop, he flipped through the western window into the hall.
At this ti, inside the school, the old master teacher seed to have given so instructions.
The children bowed one after another, then they hunched over their desks, concentrating on their reading.
They showed no sign of noticing or reacting to Zhao Rong, the uninvited guest.
Just like those villagers, they moved chanically, numb within the dream.
Zhao Rong was used to it.
He strolled around the school a few tis.
anwhile, he took a closer look at that thin, tall old master teacher and still had never seen him before.
Zhao Rong took in the decorations of the school and the clothing of the people, realizing that it did not seem to be a fashion he had seen in Wangque Continent.
A bit strange.
But this lucid dream of his was rather boring.
Zhao Rong, with his sleeves tucked up, walked around the school at will, as if he were an invisible man.
At one mont, as he passed by the little girl with double buns, he paused slightly.
Zhao Rong’s brows and eyelids lifted slightly as sothing occurred to him.
He approached the little girl with double buns, who was seriously writing her howork with her head down, smiled happily, and reached out to tousle her hair done up in double buns.
The thodical little girl with double buns was earnestly flipping through her book, head bowed.
Zhao Rong was not quite satisfied, so he leaned over, stretched out two fingers, and pinched her round cheek.
Is this really a young Yu Huaijin? Well, it doesn’t matter, I make the rules in my own dream.
Huaijin, even in a dream, you’re not safe from being teased.
Zhao Rong’s lips curled up in a smirk, and he pinched again, feeling rather soft…
Suddenly, the little girl with double buns looked up, staring at him with an expressionless face.
“???”
Zhao Rong’s eyes widened slightly, and he recoiled. Wait, you—you’re alive? You reacted! You’re able to glare at him…
The little girl with double buns wore a stern face, catching his thieving hand that had been pinching her cheek at will and now was too late to retract, pulling his hand away, while her right hand lifted the ruler.
Snap————!
Zhao Rong: “…”
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