The strongest dream therapist

Chapter 8 Returning to My Alma Mater (1)

The sun is not yet at its highest point, and the mountain fog in the distance reflects a rainbow of colors.

Just after lunch, the relatives were bragging about their children becoming executives of certain companies and how much their annual salary and performance were. Some relatives even made sarcastic remarks, saying that some of them graduated from prestigious universities, so why haven’t I heard of them getting successful jobs there?

Fu Yuan had just finished her meal and turned a deaf ear to their conversation. She yawned lazily and glanced at her phone. The girl she had made an appointment with had already driven to the small road outside.

Fu's mother was talking to his grandmother in the inner room, so Fu Yuan said something to his father, who was taciturn and couldn't talk to anyone, and quietly pulled the suitcase and left the scene.

The girl, wearing sunglasses and designer clothes, leaned against a brand new white car behind her. She was slightly surprised to see Fu Yuan coming out, then smiled brightly and gestured towards her with her phone, "Fu University, this way."

As he spoke, he opened the trunk, took Fu Yuan's suitcase and put it in, and took the initiative to open the passenger door for her.

"Thank you."

There was no one else in the car. Fu Yuan sat in the passenger seat and fastened his seat belt.

The girl turned on the car music and looked through the rearview mirror at the crowd following Fu Yuan out. She smiled carelessly and said, "That's nothing. We're just friends. Didn't you help me a lot in high school?"

"Are you feeling better?"

She glanced at Fu Yuan worriedly in the mirror, selected a soft music, turned on the navigation, and started turning the car around.

On this country road, the white Maserati resembles an elegant swan, its lines flowing smoothly from front to rear, agile yet powerful. In the sunlight, the iconic trident logo, centered on the front, exudes understated luxury.

"Much better." Fu Yuan leaned back in her seat. A row of little yellow ducks were neatly arranged under the front windshield of the car. As the car drove, they nodded and shook up and down. She stretched out her index finger and fiddled with their heads one by one.

Meanwhile, the relatives who had seen Fu Yuan leave with his suitcase and the others watching the fun were filled with mixed emotions. They had thought it was because she wasn't participating in the conversation, that even graduates from prestigious universities struggled to find jobs, and now their child had finally pulled the trigger.

Now it seems that they all drive Maseratis and are accompanied by special female drivers... No wonder they look down on their poor relatives.

"Is it the old man's birthday today?" The girl talked to Fu Yuan while driving.

Most of the people living in this kind of village are elderly people. Today is not a holiday, but many people are gathered together, and their faces and expressions are not depressed. It means that it is the birthday of an elderly person.

Fu Yuan nodded and said softly, "My grandmother is eighty."

The sun was slanting in the morning, and it was a bit blinding when driving. But as the sun gradually sank into the sky, it felt much better. The girl put away her sunglasses and complained quietly, "Why didn't you tell me earlier so I could prepare the red envelope?"

Fu Yuan closed his eyes and chuckled, "How could that be possible? It's already a big hassle for you to come pick me up, how can I let you spend money?"

After three years of being together in high school, the girl was obviously aware of her habit of taking breaks at any time, and she didn't think she was arrogant. She just said, "How can it be so easy for me to spend money?"

As she spoke, she urged Fu Yuan again, "Okay, sleep well and trust my driving skills."

This person was a legend, someone who had been sleeping for almost three years, yet had managed to maintain her top spot in the grade. Just being able to chat with her like this was enough to show off on social media. It wasn't Fu Yuan's fault, actually. High school was demanding, and all the students lived in the dormitory, including her. Back then, her ability to control herself wasn't as strong as it used to be. Whether at home or at school, she was always in other people's nightmares, which contributed to her poor mental state. Only during the day at school, when almost everyone was studying, could she find some peace and quiet in her dreams.

For some reason, although she was not in good condition, her reading comprehension was very good. She could get full marks on the objective questions by basically flipping through the book without doing any exercises.

Young people always admire the strong. She is friendly and answers all questions. Her good popularity was accumulated during this period.

When we arrived at the school, there were already a dozen or so students standing sparsely at the door. One of the boys was trying to communicate with the security guard, but it seemed to be of no use.

"Handsome, this is against the rules. There are regulations from above. Non-school students are not allowed to enter. Although there are no classes today on Sunday, there are still boarding students inside. I have to be responsible for them."

The guard was a young man who looked unfamiliar, and he looked embarrassed. Moreover, the school had been trending on social media yesterday, and the higher-ups had specifically instructed that no strangers be allowed into the school.

The security guard looked at the boy in front of him with sincerity, gritted his teeth, and said to him, "If you can prove that you are a former graduate and you are here to visit your alma mater, that's fine too."

The class monitor had sent a message to the former head teacher a long time ago, but he seemed to be busy and received no reply, so the group was stuck at the school gate.

When Fu Yuan got off the car, he saw this scene.

The girl parked her car, the white Maserati attracting most of the attention. She stepped forward to ask what was going on, looking at the monitor in shock: "Didn't you tell Lao Shen last night?"

The "Old Shen" she mentioned, whose full name is Shen Lin, is their high school class teacher and also their English teacher.

The monitor scratched his head. "It was too late yesterday, so I didn't bother her. I sent her a message early this morning, but didn't get a reply."

"Sister Yu, why don't you show us your money skills? See if you can let us in." A tall boy wearing glasses joked with a playful smile, and it was obvious that they were also acquaintances.

The girl rolled her eyes at him and said, "I'm so broke. I bought a car, but my piggy bank is completely gone. Instead of looking at my financial ability, I'd rather look at whether Fu Daxue's face is acceptable."

Fu Yuan didn't say anything. Everyone present focused their attention on the beautiful woman in the luxury car. After this reminder, the people behind her finally noticed her. Out of respect for the top student, the atmosphere suddenly became a little restrained.

"It's not someone else, we're all high school classmates." The class monitor smiled and said to everyone, agreeing with the girl's words. Looking at Fu Yuan, he said, "You go and try it, maybe it really works."

"She's new here and may not have seen me before." Fu Yuan protested softly, but was still dragged by the girl towards the guard room.

Before she reached the door, the security guard came over and glanced at her face a few times with a burning gaze, which made the shy Fu Yuan tilt her head unnaturally.

"Are you Fu Yuan, the class of 26?" Before she could introduce herself, the young man excitedly approached, took out his phone and wiped it. "I know you. I heard about you when I first started working here. Now your name and introduction are on the school honor roll."

"Would it be convenient for me to take a photo with you? I'll post it on WeChat Moments. Don't worry, my WeChat Moments are only visible to my friends and won't be shared with anyone else."

(End of this chapter)