Rebirth: My Home Has Become a Gathering Place for Young Women with a "Crazy" Spirit

Qin Lang ultimately gave up on the idea of ​​going to find Xu Han. After all, at most he wouldn't be able to sleep in this room because of the noise, but if he went to that room, he would probably not only be unable to sleep, but also have to work.

Fortunately, the teeth grinding stopped around 2 a.m.

Qin Lang let out a long breath, turned over and changed his position, continuing to try to fall asleep.

"Don't steal my ribs..." Suddenly, the sound of sleep-talking came from next door again. It was someone who was still thinking about dinner in their sleep. The voice was aggrieved. "That was my last piece..."

Then came another person talking in their sleep, their voice loud, like a roar: "Stop right there! Don't run away!"

Then, with a loud "thud," like something hitting the ground, the entire floor of the house shook.

Qin Lang sat bolt upright. This time, it wasn't just him; Su Yue's voice came from the living room, "What was that sound?"

Ruan Zhihuan's voice came from the other end: "Did someone fall?"

Qin Lang rolled out of bed, slipped on his slippers, and rushed out of the room. In the hallway, Xu Han and Su Yue were already standing at Wu Xiaoxiao's door, raising their hands to knock. Ruan Zhihuan followed behind them, rubbing her eyes.

When they saw Qin Lang come out, they temporarily lowered their raised hands and did not knock on the door, waiting for Qin Lang to resolve the situation.

Qin Lang walked over and was about to knock when the door opened from the inside.

Zhao Lin opened the door; her hair was messy, and she looked tired, but her eyes were clear.

"It's nothing, it's nothing, it's Wang Yuting." Zhao Lin stepped aside and pointed into the room.

Qin Lang peeked out and saw Wang Yuting lying on the ground, sprawled out, muttering something, clearly not awake at all.

"She sleepwalks, it's an old problem," Zhao Lin explained calmly. "Every time she dreams that someone is chasing her, she jumps out of bed and runs. Last time in our rented apartment, she almost climbed out the window, but luckily we pulled her back."

Qin Lang opened his mouth, but felt that whatever he said now would be in vain.

"Is she hurt?" Wu Xiaoxiao squatted down next to Wang Yuting, carefully checking her arms and legs.

"No, no, she's very resilient." Sun Xiaomeng peeked out from under the covers, her voice muffled. "Last time she fell off the bed and slept on the floor all night, but when she woke up the next day, she was perfectly fine, just a bump on her forehead..."

"..." Qin Lang took a deep breath and then slowly exhaled.

"Carry her onto the bed." He winked at Wu Xiaoxiao and the others.

The girls lifted Wang Yuting from the floor and put her back on the bed. Wang Yuting hadn't even opened her eyes yet; she even smacked her lips slightly. Her bracelet jingled once, and she turned over and continued sleeping…

Back in his room, Qin Lang thought he'd finally made it through. He lay back on his bed, closed his eyes, and silently repeated, "I can't stay up late, staying up late will cause sudden death... I can't stay up late... staying up late will cause sudden death..."

All was quiet, and just as he was about to drift off to sleep, "click," the corridor lights came on.

As soon as the light came on, it squeezed in through the crack in the door, drawing a thin line of light on the floor of his bedroom. Then came footsteps, someone shuffling past in slippers, the sound of running water, and then shuffling back in slippers.

Back in the room, the sound of the door opening, closing, and getting into bed...

Silence fell. Qin Lang let out a long sigh of relief…

Five minutes later, someone else went to the toilet.

Let's go through the same process again.

The difference this time was that the person forgot to flush, took a few steps, then turned back, and there was another rushing sound of flushing...

Qin Lang stared at the ceiling, feeling as if his soul was about to leave his body. He began to seriously ponder a philosophical question: Why do humans need to sleep? Do humans really need to sleep? Will we die if we don't sleep...?

Around 4 a.m., the frequency of urination finally decreased. This was probably because I had emptied my bladder and it had temporarily entered a resting state.

Qin Lang seized this precious window of opportunity, wrapped himself even tighter in the summer quilt, turned to his side, folded his pillow in half and placed it under his head, adjusting himself to a position that was theoretically most conducive to sleep.

He felt his consciousness sinking little by little, as if he were slowly falling into warm water. His upper body had already sunk in, leaving only his forehead floating on the surface...

Just as he was about to drift off to sleep...

"Ah—!" Suddenly, a scream came from next door.

No, it wasn't screaming, it was singing.

Qin Lang abruptly opened his eyes, taking a couple of seconds to regain his senses. Then, he spent another two seconds confirming that the singing was coming from next door. Who was singing? It was so heartwarming… MLGB…

"You said you love lilacs the most... because your name is related to them..."

It's Sun Xiaomeng's voice. Whether the singing is in tune or not is irrelevant; the key point is that it's 4:30 in the morning...

Qin Lang slowly lay back down, his eyes blankly staring at the ceiling. He didn't get up to go to the next room to stop them. It wasn't that he didn't want to, but he simply didn't have the strength. His body was still lying on the bed, but his soul had already floated to the ceiling, looking down at this absurd world. He saw himself lying on the bed with lifeless eyes, he saw the room next door crammed with seven people, he saw this building, this street, this city, this planet, this universe…

The singing lasted for about four lines before Zhao Lin interrupted, "Sun Xiaomeng, are you crazy? What are you singing in the middle of the night?"

"I dreamt I was in a karaoke bar..." Sun Xiaomeng's voice was groggy, clearly not fully awake yet. "Then I won't sing anymore, I'll have a different dream."

"Change your dream? That's an overstatement, as if dreaming is a channel you can change whenever you want."

Qin Lang swallowed a mouthful of blood and lay down again.

After a night of turmoil, he felt he had transcended the mundane. No matter how loud the noise, how outrageous the commotion, nothing could stir a ripple in his heart. He was like a high monk who had seen through the illusions of the world, understanding that all things are empty, and all beings suffer…

With this detached state of mind, he finally fell asleep around 5 a.m., when it was already getting light outside the window.

However, Qin Lang's current state wasn't a sound sleep, but rather a gray area between wakefulness and unconsciousness. He could vaguely hear footsteps in the corridor, birdsong outside, and the sound of a garbage truck dumping trash in the distance, but these sounds seemed to be filtered through a thick layer of water, diluted very faintly by the time they reached his ears…

His consciousness swung back and forth between dreams and reality. One moment he felt he was still listening to the girls next door making noise, and the next he felt he had returned to his past life, sitting in front of the computer, staring blankly at the screen...

After some time, sunlight streamed in through the gap in the curtains...

It wasn't until his phone rang that Qin Lang fumbled for it under his pillow, pulled it out, and squinted at the screen: Su Yue?

Are you crazy? She's right across the hall in the bedroom. Why are you calling?