You're my wife, don't doubt it!

You're my wife, don't doubt it!

Author: Xi Yong, Mountain of Light

Summary:

"Wife, even if you weren't so beautiful, rich, smart, gentle, or good at fighting, I would still love you just the same."

"Well, I know."

"Because you are the wife that God has destined for me, loving you is my duty."

"No, it's because I'm unlucky enough to have you in my life, and no one else will date you."

"...I don't think so."

Standard version introduction ↓↓↓

A boy who has never been in a relationship meets his daughter from 30 years in the future.

"My little darling, tell me quickly, who is your mother?"

TAG: Battleground, No System, Has Dungeons

Chapter 1 Mirror

Xiao Yao first met Shen Tianyun on a rainy early summer night during the second semester of his first year of high school.

He was awakened by the loud thunder and torrential rain. He got out of bed in a panic and ran to check if the windows were closed properly.

A long bolt of lightning tore through the night sky, illuminating the dimly lit room through the curtains.

Xiao Yao covered his ears in a daze, preparing to decline the gloomy thunderclap that followed.

The old wall clock remained completely unmoved, its hands steadily moving toward three in the morning.

Campus ghost stories are common in every school, but at St. Francis Middle School, where Xiao Yao studied, perhaps because of its complex and long history, the students were particularly fascinated by the various supernatural tales passed down by word of mouth.

For example, some people say they made new friends during their first year of high school military training, but when they saw these friends again after the start of the new semester, they were told that they had taken leave and had not participated in the military training.

For example, some people say they were awakened by thunder at three in the morning, and when the lightning illuminated the room, they saw their future selves in the mirror.

The rumors circulated among the girls in vivid detail, as if they were true.

"So what if it's true?" This is how Xiao Yao always responds to these stories.

After the thunderclap, everything in the room had long since fallen into shadow, and in the silence, only the unhurried ticking of the old wall clock's second hand could be heard.

Another bolt of lightning streaked across the sky, and Xiao Yao's eyes were filled with a blinding light.

This startled him. Xiao Yao looked closely and saw that the door of the cabinet opposite the bed had been open at some point. Just now, it was the dressing mirror on the inside of the door that had reflected the flash of lightning.

Xiao Yao stood up, walked to the mirror, and stood still, recalling the legend of the future reflected in the mirror.

But there was nothing in the mirror.

Xiao Yao smiled awkwardly; this was only natural.

Just as he casually closed the cabinet door, a thunderclap arrived as expected.

The thunderclap jolted Xiao Yao awake from his slumber, and a thought crept into his mind:

What is this? There's nothing here.

He rubbed his eyes hard, turned on the light with a "snap," and opened the cabinet door again.

This time, there was still nothing in the mirror, and it was also dark and gloomy.

Xiao Yao gasped, his lingering sleepiness vanishing instantly, and his nose, which had been blocked for three days, cleared up immediately. He subconsciously reached out to touch the mirror, but his hand touched nothingness and passed right through it.

!!!

Wondering if he was dreaming, Xiao Yao reached in with his other hand, then a foot and half a body, and finally his head.

As soon as he stuck his head through, the thunder and rain stopped abruptly. In the stillness, Xiao Yao had completely disappeared inside.

Although the lights were off, Xiao Yao could still see by the moonlight that this was his own room.

The old house was only seven or eight square meters, but the furnishings and layout were different from my own, and there was a large teddy bear on the floor.

Could it be that it ran next door? No...

Xiao Yao looked up at the wall where the clock was, where there was a screen that seemed to display numbers.

He leaned closer to look, and it displayed the time and date: May 1X, 2034.

It turned out to be a broken digital clock; what a waste of such a large screen.

But something still doesn't seem right. Could this be a mirror image? I've seen a gadget like this in Doraemon.

If that's the case, then the numbers should be reversed.

Xiao Yao thought this dream was absolutely outrageous.

He shrugged and turned around.

A baseball bat grazed past his ear and slammed into the corner of the table with a loud thud.

Xiao Yao cried out in fright, but the dark figure in front of him remained silent, giving him no time to react, and swung the stick around again.

He narrowly escaped the previous blow, but this time it was too late. In desperation, Xiao Yao instinctively reached out to block, only to feel a sharp pain in his left wrist—he had taken a solid hit.

Xiao Yao let out a low growl, grabbed the end of the baseball bat with his right hand, and pulled hard. The dark figure was startled, gripping the other end of the bat tightly with both hands, but was still dragged forward a few steps.

"Let go!" Xiao Yao shouted, exerting force again to snatch the baseball bat from his hand. The dark figure fell to the ground, hitting his head on the edge of the bed with a scream, and then lay still.

...Is that a female voice?

Xiao Yao raised the baseball bat above his head, intending to hit it again, but hesitated. After waiting for a while, the dark figure still didn't move, so Xiao Yao held the bat in one hand and slowly took a few steps back, following his memory to find the switch on the wall.

The light came on, and there stood a girl in green pajamas, her fluffy bun hair dyed yellow. She was curled up by the bed, her pale thighs peeking out from under the hem of her pajamas, and she was completely still.

Xiao Yao had a bad feeling and reached out his left hand to check the other girl's breath. The girl opened her eyes instantly and took a bite!

"Damn it!" Xiao Yao reflexively slammed his right fist down.

……

……

……

ten minutes later.

"Why are you crying?" Xiao Yao said irritably, "You were the one who started it."

"You broke into my home and violated my privacy. I have unlimited right to self-defense!" the girl in green said through gritted teeth, wiping her tear-streaked face with the back of her hand.

Her face was round, her skin was fair, and her features were delicate; she was quite cute.

But now is not the time to think about these things.

“What wired or wireless? Come and look at this mirror,” Xiao Yao urged, propping the wardrobe door with his baseball bat. “Touch it and see.”

"I'll look if you tell me to." The girl in green glanced at the baseball bat in Xiao Yao's hand, reluctantly stretched out her hand, and then passed it through.

"As expected..." Xiao Yao muttered to himself, "Wait, hey, you just left like that?"

Xiao Yao returned to the other side of the mirror. The thunder had stopped, but the rain was still pouring down. The green-clad girl's mouth was agape, and she was looking around, touching things here and there.

"Oh! This looks like an antique from the last century..." The girl in green touched the 555 brand wind-up floor clock and muttered to herself, "Ah, this calendar..."

"What's wrong?"

"...2004? That must be a lie?"

"Otherwise what? Are you really from 2034?"

The girl turned her head and her gaze met Xiao Yao's.

"Alright, you really are something else." Xiao Yao nodded. Since something like a mirror room has appeared, nothing is impossible.

……

……

Like curious SpongeBob SquarePants, the boy and girl shuttled back and forth between the two rooms, repeatedly checking the scene before them.

Xiao Yao opened the door to the room of the girl in green, only to find himself surrounded by an inescapable fog, which the girl herself could not see. Inside Xiao Yao's room, the girl was also unable to leave.

“It seems,” the girl in green rubbed her chin, “that once we’re inside the mirror, we can only walk where the mirror reflects us.”

"So what exactly is going on? Time travel, or parallel universes?" Xiao Yao asked excitedly.

“No rush to throw it away,” the girl looked up at Xiao Yao, “My name is Shen Tianyun, what’s yours?”

"Xiao Yao." Xiao Yao sat on the ground and casually hugged Shen Tianyun's large teddy bear.

“Xiao Yao? Xiao as in unfilial descendants, Yao as in a barking dog?” Shen Tianyun asked in surprise.

"Who's the unfilial one? Who's the one barking like a dog? You're the dog! Wait, how did you know?"

"..."

"What's wrong?" Xiao Yao asked warily. He regretted returning the baseball bat to the other person.