Miss Planeswalker, are you free for romance?

Today, the socialite girl in the group was dressed very delicately, wearing a skirt that showed some of her shoulders, and her short curly golden hair was curled to fit her neck. While eating and chatting, she occasionally whispered something to her boyfriend and smiled.

"Ever since I've known her."

Nagini handed small woven baskets to several of the young men and put them back after they had taken their bread.

Mori Yuesa held an unopened can of Coke and shook it, secretly putting it into the pile of Coke.

"Did you skip class again today?"

Tina's boyfriend took a bite of his burger and continued, "It's a 'normal rest'. Young people need a lot of free time."

"Does it make it easier for you to date?" Nagini teased.

"Most of the time, we think about life." Rod peeled off the plastic wrap on the back of the burger and looked at Nagini seriously, "Think about the future, think about the present. Think about our future destination, and think about the most fundamental purpose: how we live."

The boy took off his inappropriate leather jacket, revealing his short sleeves and the metal pendant on his neck that jingled and pierced: "'They laugh at me because I'm different; I laugh at them because they're all the same.' That's it."

(Others laugh at me because I am different, and I laugh at them as well.)

Nagini smiled and said, "That's a good point, but what does Cobain's words have to do with you?"

Rhodes looked surprised.

This maid who looks young but acts in an old-fashioned way...actually knows those superstars?

"Well, thanks to the extreme devotion of a certain Stark egomaniac."

Nagini smiled gently, but her words were merciless: "It's okay once in a while. You should still study hard, Nancy, Tina. Don't hang out with those rascals."

Miles, who was sitting farthest away, drinking tea in a small soft chair, replied: "I agree. There is a professor here."

"That's a good point, Nana. But, it seems that you didn't do anything to stop Asha from asking Hiratsuka Shizuka for leave."

--Shut up.

Facing the "adults'" teaching, Nancy and Tina smiled and lowered their heads to eat, while Rod was like some rebellious children at this age. He shook a pile of metal rings and nails on his wrist and argued excitedly: "The duty of youth is to challenge corruption!"

(The responsibility of youth is to challenge corruption.)

"Oh...you were just challenging the teacher."

Miles pushed his glasses calmly, reading half of the book in his hand without looking up: "Believe me, kids. It's better to absorb more knowledge than to hang around on the streets. There are many idiots who shoot themselves through the thigh with guns. And you, Mr. Rhodes, you have already succeeded in understanding how this society works before you are as old as me."

"Challenging corruption? Can you be a little more specific? Or why don't you challenge something else, like... the limits of the human body? The country can still produce a gold medalist - you don't want to do that, right? Because challenging the limits of the body is much more difficult than challenging corruption as you said."

"At least it has to be practiced, every day, every month, every year. It's not as easy as drinking some alcohol and talking about it when you're drunk."

"I doubt if I were ten years younger, you could outrun me."

Miles sighed silently and shook his head.

Hahahahaha!

——Nancy and Tina were almost dying of laughter.

The two girls were more or less disgusted with Rhodes's argument: they skipped classes simply to be lazy, so why were there so many reasons?

They hated his 'theories' and 'imitations' - according to Tina, if you like your idol so much, why don't you let Mr. Cobain accompany you to school every day?

What is your favorite quote, sir?

Oh, he probably banged...

Rhode stiffened his neck: "It's useless anyway..."

Tina finally couldn't bear it anymore. She pointed at Rhode's right hand and said, "The use is that you probably know that you shouldn't open the carbonated drink that has been shaken for a long time immediately—"

bark...

puff--!

Coke sprayed all over me.

"Shit...!" The boy was in a panic.

Hahahahahaha!

Sen·Yaoyaole·Yuesha smiled and hid behind Nagini.

"I hate troublemakers..."

Those who handed him paper handed him paper, and those who wanted to help helped. After this incident, the boy stopped talking about his idol's theories.

——Halfway through the picnic, the young people began to gossip about trivial things.

For example, what happened to someone in town, what cool bands and movies are out recently.

For example, the boys and girls in the class...

Like nightmares.

"Nightmare?"

"Recently?"

Tina was still terrified when she talked about this. She held her best friend's hand and reluctantly told her the bizarre story that happened to her.

"A very crazy nightmare..."

"A weirdo..."

She said: "Chasing me in my dreams."

Wow.

"Quick!" Mori Yuesha put her arm around Nagini's shoulders and poked her head out: "Tell me more about it!"

Chapter 23 Hidden in the Dream

Being hunted in a dream.

Sounds like a normal thing.

Everyone dreams, dreams of snakes, dreams of toads, dreams of the sea or falling from mid-air...

"Not at all." Tina frowned rarely, her pretty face full of rejection: "It has happened three times already."

"Three times? The same dream?"

The old man put down the book, pulled his chair and walked over to sit around a group of young people. "Three times?"

Tina nodded.

"Three times, different locations, same... people."

If that thing is still a human being.

"Cool, did you talk to him?" Her boyfriend interrupted, fiddling with the jingling metal on his chest. "Precognitive dreams? Did he tell you about the stock price increase? The lottery numbers?"

"Damn it... He wants to kill me, Rod! Can you spare some time..."

The boyfriend shrugged his shoulders and hugged his girlfriend with a playful smile: "Alright, it's just a dream. Girl, sleeping alone, I dare say you thought of some horror story before going to bed."

He ignored his girlfriend's confusion and spoke to the audience: "What you think about before going to bed and what you dream about after falling asleep. I know all this. You said 'unimportant' things, you see, now it can explain the problems that entangle her."

While the boy was showing off his ignorance in boredom, Miles kept staring at Tina's face, observing her subconscious movements.

then…

He asked, "Are there any strangers you've come into contact with recently... No, I mean other than us."

Tina shook her head.

The old man took off his glasses and put them in his glasses case. "Dreams are not that simple, Tina. How long have you been having this dream? Three times, three times in a row, or at irregular intervals?"

Before his girlfriend could speak, Rhodes spoke first.

"Dreams are so simple, Mr. Miles. You may be an expert in architecture, but you probably don't understand young people today. We have the Internet."

The old man tilted his head in a gentlemanly manner and nodded, saying meaningfully: "Believe me, child. Few people understand dreams better than me. It is definitely not that simple."

Rhodes was about to argue, but was punched twice in the next second.

Nancy and Tina.

"Shut up and listen to others, Rod." Nancy, with brown hair, rarely showed dissatisfaction. She held the hand of her boyfriend Glenn and looked at Miles nervously.

She was worried about her best friend.

"What will happen, sir? I heard that... dreams are a kind of foreshadowing of reality."

It cannot be said to be a complete fallacy.

But it is by no means correct.

"I don't want to talk about those supernatural topics, nor do I want to talk about Carl Jung and Freud. I guess you are not in the mood to listen." Miles smiled, and his pale hair and wrinkles on his face could not hide his bright and sharp eyes. "Simply put, dreams are a reflection of a person's subconscious. In reality, everything is tangible and orderly."

"And dreams are the opposite."

"You can't imagine what a stag could be twisted into in a dream."

Miles suddenly asked: "Little Tina, what is the answer to the question just now?"

Tina shook her head palely: "Actually, it's more than three times."

Too many times already.

Two weeks ago, she only had a vague feeling in her dream. Sharp, cold metal scratched across her face and lower abdomen, across her thighs, and across her chest...

It is difficult to recall the specific situation clearly when you wake up.

"A few days ago, it became clear..."

And it's getting clearer.

Therefore, she could say: "I was being chased in my dream."

Because it really looks so real.

Tina stared at the blue plaid cloth with lifeless eyes, and murmured the same dream she had experienced...

'It's a weirdo...'

'A very talkative weirdo...it's teasing me...teasing my cowardice and fear...'

'Its hands have many blades... no, maybe... claws?'

'It wore a black wide-brimmed hat, and first bowed to me politely - from a distance... then.'

The girl's eyes focused, and she shouted in horror and helplessness: "Then it pounced on me!!"

"It wants to kill me... No...!!"

Tina.

Nancy pushed the somewhat bewildered Rod away, hugged her bestie tightly, and gently stroked her back: "It's okay... Tina. Look, the sun is shining, we can have a picnic in the manor; iced soda, baked bread, and your damn talkative parrot-like boyfriend..."

Tina rubbed her eyes, not knowing whether to laugh or cry: "Nancy!"

"Look, be brave. We are all here with you..."

Rod stared at Glenn with a dark face for half a second.

'I'm like a parrot?'

Glenn, who is not very talkative: 'Rock parrot.'

'That's... kind of cool?'

Glenn: Hehehe…

What can I do if my brother is a big fool?

Miles was less optimistic.

梦…

If it is just a matter of having different dreams from time to time, it is normal for young people - extremely active minds and young bodies, plus a teenage girl. It is normal to have many thoughts and dreams.

But I keep having the same dream...

The protagonist in the dream has not changed.