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

After arguing with Shen Tianyun, Xiao Yao finally fell asleep and had a very long dream.

In the dream, he was a third-person observer, watching Xiao Yao and Shen Jie, both dressed in suits, sitting side by side in the back seat of a luxury car.

The two people were talking, and they seemed very close, but the content of their conversation consisted of completely incomprehensible nonsense such as "empowerment," "closed loop," "iteration," "alignment," "link," and "grasp."

The car was driving smoothly on the empty road when suddenly, a concrete mixer truck appeared out of nowhere on the side of the car.

Xiao Yao shouted for the driver to move away from the truck, but found that there was no one in the driver's seat!

At this moment, for some unknown reason, the cement mixer truck lost its balance and overturned.

The dream then shifts to a first-person perspective, and Xiao Yao gains control of the body. In a moment of panic, he unbuckles Shen Jie's seatbelt and pushes him out of the car.

Then, everything went black and I woke up.

This experience wasn't particularly good.

Xiao Yao sat up abruptly and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

The feeling of being run over by a dump truck is just too real.

The sky was just beginning to lighten, and the faint morning light shone through the thin curtains.

Xiao Yao could sleep a little longer, but he was no longer sleepy.

He knocked on the wardrobe door; Shen Tianyun seemed to still be asleep.

After eating the pan-fried buns and soy milk that his grandma bought, Xiao Yao decided to walk to school today.

Good morning, have you had breakfast yet?

"Good morning, I've eaten."

"Remember to drink soy milk."

"...I don't drink soy milk."

"Shen Jie, I dreamt about you last night."

What did you dream about me about?

"I dreamt about the future, about our life after we got married."

A large truck dragging a heavy iron chain roared past Xiao Yao. He instinctively dodged and pressed himself tightly against the wall of the residential area on the sidewalk.

Xiao Yao thought his movements were fairly cool, but when he saw the stares of passersby, he could only smile at them.

Then, he put his phone back in his pocket.

--split line--

As soon as Xiao Yao stepped into the classroom, he felt that something was off about the atmosphere.

Speaking of air, he was like air in his class, which is why he made friends with the guys in Class 4.

But when he entered the classroom today, a few shady-looking boys, led by "Brother Long," whistled at him, and there was also a sparse clapping.

"Brother Yao is here!" Zhang Jialong, nicknamed "Brother Long," said with a strange expression that was neither a smile nor a frown.

"I didn't realize, Brother Yao!" Dai Yu, nicknamed "Beltfish," said, "You're a true hidden talent!"

"Uh, hi, Brother Long, Dai Yu, good morning." Xiao Yao replied awkwardly, then quickly ran back to his seat.

Seriously, stealing girls' clothes... (even though he didn't) is something they're so proud of? This doesn't align with the Five Stresses and Four Beauties principles.

So, are those girls who love to gossip also secretly glancing at me?

"Is that 'Nanlin Beishen' you mentioned really that famous?" the class monitor with braided pigtails and large round-framed glasses asked in a low voice.

"You live in the deep mountains and forests, huh? That Bei Shen is the only daughter of the president of Miwei Group, and also one of the five beauties of No. 7 Girls' High School..." the classmate of the study committee member replied.

"Her, with Xiao Yao? No way, Xiao Yao from our class?"

"Keep your voice down!" My deskmate said mysteriously, "Zhou Qi said it himself. That guy surnamed Shen said she's his future wife."

"What about Yu Luying? Wasn't he just... a pervert on Friday?!"

"You're such a womanizer—don't turn around, he's looking over here!"

The girls lowered their voices again, and Xiao Yao strained his ears, but still couldn't catch any signal.

“With me…no…me!” Yu Luying’s face flushed red, and she turned her head to say something. Xiao Yao only heard a few words.

Somewhat uneasily, he aimlessly pressed the buttons on his phone inside the desk.

Shen Jie has not yet replied to the text message.

Xiao Yao casually sent a "?" message.

Huh? I can vaguely hear a few female voices behind me... Aren't I sitting in the last row?

Xiao Yao turned his head in confusion, but there was nothing there except the blackboard.

“Hey, they… said,” a cool-looking short-haired girl in the front row leaned over, “the heiress of the Miwei Group is going to marry Qu…”

I couldn't hear what they said after that. What's this whole "merging servers" thing?

"Really?... Is it true... or is it a novel?"

The person speaking is in the front row of the classroom, but the voice is coming from the back. What kind of supernatural phenomenon is this?

"Could it be that the young lady is going to have a relationship with a poor girl?" The girl who spoke had starry eyes.

Ah, right, her voice came from the right rear. Is it because she was sitting to the right rear of Yu Luying?

In other words, he was listening with Yu Luying's ears?

This bold conjecture made Xiao Yao a little excited—just how many new functions of the amazing "symbiosis" are waiting to be discovered?

Xiao Yao closed his eyes, focused his attention, and tried his best to get rid of the noise.

He recalled himself as a child fiddling with a radio, tuning to FM 96.8... getting closer! Those fragmented words became clear.

"Damn it, why did it have to be Xiao Yao..." A boy with a jealous look joined the discussion.

"To be fair, Xiao Yao isn't bad-looking, at least better than you. I actually had my eye on him when school started, but he's a bit unsophisticated..."

"Give me a break," the boy snapped. "Don't you always praise that four-eyed guy next door for being handsome?"

"Hey, Yu Luying, Yu Luying, are you regretting it now? The fishing line was too long and broke, right? It's not too late to take it back now."

"They've already taken action, you don't need to worry about it. They were together after school last week, and when someone took his underwear, he still protected him, didn't he?"

"This is just a romantic thing between the young couple, you wouldn't know anything about it."

Yu Luying and Xiao Yao stood up at the same time, looked at each other, and then sat down together.

"Quiet! Quiet!" The round-faced female class monitor looked around: "Stop chatting, study hard, it's time for morning reading!"

No one paid any attention to her, and the discussion only became more heated.

The squad leader gave up struggling and sat down helplessly.

"Shut up! (Shanghai dialect, meaning 'turn off' or 'shut up') Be quiet!" Suddenly, "Brother Long," who had been mostly silent, roared.

The entire class fell silent instantly.

Xiao Yao felt a liquid flowing from his eyes. He reached out to wipe his face, but found nothing.

About eight minutes later, Teacher Yao arrived late, carrying books, followed by Ouyang Qianqian, who had a blank expression—she must have been summoned for a talk again.

"The first period will be changed to math!"

A few low moans came from the classroom.

--split line--

After two long and painful math classes, Xiao Yao chased after Teacher Yao as they left the classroom.

"Your clothes are torn," Teacher Yao said casually, glancing at him.

Xiao Yao looked down at his student shirt awkwardly. The seam under his arm had come undone at some point. Had he gained weight from feeding more people lately?

"Oh, haha." Xiao Yao subconsciously covered himself with his hand.

Teacher Yao didn't ask Xiao Yao, "What do you want to see me about?" The two of them walked into the office as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

"Teacher Yao."

There was no one else in the office. Teacher Yao sat down behind her desk, picked up her enamel teacup, and shook her head to blow on it.

"Teacher Yao."

"How was the tutoring you received last week from Yu Luying?"

"That's pretty good. I'm confident I'll pass the final exam," Xiao Yao replied in a loud voice.

"Oh? Every single one?" Teacher Yao looked up and raised her eyebrows.

"Anyway, no more than three doors should be fine," Xiao Yao decided to be conservative.

"Starting today, you'll stay after school every day, and I'll help you with math." After Ms. Yao finished speaking, the bell rang for the next class: "Go to class."

"No need, no need, Yu Luying can take care of it for me."

“Yu Luying will no longer tutor you,” Teacher Yao said calmly.

"Is it her idea, or yours?" Xiao Yao asked anxiously.