I'm a sophomore in college, what the heck is this "male god cultivation system"?

Chapter 32 Landlady
The next day, Chen Yan went to see several more rental houses, but unfortunately, none of them impressed him as much as Zheng Feng's house.

So on the morning of the third day, Chen Yan successfully signed a contract with Zheng Feng, with the rent being the usual one month's deposit and three months' rent in advance.

The moment the contract was signed and the keys were in hand, the system simultaneously announced the reward distribution.

[Congratulations, host, on completing the task "Renting a Room"]

[Rewards are being distributed.]

[Congratulations, host, you have acquired a special skill—Dream Matching.]

'Huh?' Chen Yan was stunned for a moment, then immediately became interested in this new skill and hurriedly searched for information about it in his mind.

【Name: Dream Matching】

[Type: Special Skills]

[Introduction: You possess unparalleled dream control abilities, and you can randomly pull someone into your dream. You are the master of your dreams, so you can do anything you want within them...]

As the host's control over this skill increases, they will later be able to actively pull people into the dream world instead of selecting them randomly...

This skill can be activated once a month and automatically refreshes at the beginning of the month.

[Note: Please distinguish between dreams and reality... Also, if the person pulled into a dream experiences significant emotional fluctuations, such as fear, it could potentially cause irreversible damage to their brain.]

Looking at the detailed description of this special skill, Chen Yan swallowed hard, a sense of absurdity suddenly arising in his mind.

No way, this skill is way too overpowered! It can pull people into your dream while you can control that dream at will...

In almost an instant, Chen Yan thought of countless ways to use this skill.

Villainous approach: Bring your enemy into the fray, then create a nightmare scenario similar to a horror movie, maximizing the level of fear. You might even turn your enemy into a vegetable in one dream.

The quirky approach: Grab a random person and tell them, "You are the only living person in this world. Don't let the other fake people know you exist."

The daily life... well, never mind, I can't talk about that.

Compared to the powerful effects of this skill, the monthly limit and the inability to actively recruit others in the early stages are negligible.

"Store up grain, delay declaring yourself king. Practice for ten years first, and once I've mastered it, I'll bring in anyone I don't like." Chen Yan took a deep breath, trying his best to suppress his expression, and then walked towards the nearest shopping mall to buy some daily necessities.

Chen Yan didn't plan to move all his belongings from his dorm room to the rented apartment. After all, many of his classes this semester were scheduled for the evening, and sometimes he was too lazy to leave after class, so he would just spend the night in his dorm room.

After buying all the essential daily necessities and cleaning the rented room, it was already past 1 p.m. when all these chores were finished.

"Go to class first, and stay here tonight." Chen Yan stretched his arms, a hint of anticipation flashing through his mind.

……

Looking at the rejection emails in his inbox, Zheng Feng leaned back in his chair and sighed helplessly.

From childhood to adulthood, Zheng Feng had read many magazines and admired the authors who could publish their articles in magazines. He also harbored a dream of becoming a writer.

Unfortunately, even though print journals are no longer as popular as they used to be, his manuscripts are still not accepted by those magazines, which is quite frustrating for Zheng Feng.

Despite the setback, Zheng Feng wasn't too affected. After all, writing was just a hobby for him. Success was great, but failure wasn't a big deal, since he didn't rely on it for a living anyway.

As a beneficiary of the demolition compensation in the early years, he owns five houses in this area, and the rent alone is enough for his family to live quite comfortably every month.

If I had to point out any shortcomings...

Zheng Feng shook his sore and numb arms, feeling the decline of his body. Then, thinking about what was about to happen, a look of frustration and panic flashed across his face.

At the same time, he was also puzzled. He was only in his thirties, but his physical condition was not as good as some men in their forties or fifties. Compared with his vigorous and energetic self at the age of twenty, there was a world of difference.

"How could this happen?" Zheng Feng took a deep breath, and before he could even finish speaking, he heard a series of knocks on the door. "Come in."

As soon as she finished speaking, the door was pushed open, and a woman walked in, carrying a bowl of Chinese medicine.

The woman had a beautiful oval face, with a dignified and elegant appearance. Her fair skin had a rosy glow, making her look like a ripe peach that made one want to take a bite.

Compared to a striking appearance, a woman's figure is more likely to attract attention.

Her waist was slender, and her graceful curves widened slightly as she reached her hips, perfectly showcasing her mature and alluring charm.

Her legs, visible beneath the skirt, could only be described as voluptuous and long. A little more flesh would have made her appear bulky, while a little less would have made her look slender. They were perfectly proportioned, neither too much nor too little, like a masterpiece sculpted by an artist.

Zheng Feng looked at his wife, a hint of amazement flashing in his eyes.

Even though they've been married for so many years, Zheng Feng still thinks she's very beautiful every time he sees her, as if time has never taken away the freshness between them.

What surprised Zheng Feng even more was that, although the two were college classmates and were close in age, his wife looked to be no more than 28 years old...

Zheng Feng felt a little excited, but his body was like a computer that had crashed, unable to sense his emotions or give any corresponding feedback.

"Take your medicine first." Wen Ya put the bowl on the table and said gently, "Don't write so late. Take care of yourself. We'll go to the hospital in a couple of days to see if we can have a baby."

"Okay, I know." Although he was extremely annoyed, who could say anything harsh to such an alluring wife? Zheng Feng could only advise, "Go back to sleep first, I'll be right there."

"Okay, go to bed early, and don't overwork yourself."

Wenya did not stop her any further, turned around and walked towards the bedroom, a hint of self-reproach flashing in her eyes.

……

An hour later...

'It's already 11 o'clock.' Wenya glanced at the alarm clock on the bedside table, pursed her thin lips, and finally decided to turn off the light and go to sleep.

However, as soon as she closed her eyes, the image of her husband, now weak and powerless, flashed through her mind.

'If my desires in this area weren't so strong, if we had been a little more restrained when we were younger, would things be different now?' Wenya clenched her fists tightly, her heart filled with guilt.

As the saying goes, thirty is like a wolf, forty like a tiger, and fifty can suck the earth dry. But when Wenya was in her early twenties and had just married Zheng Feng, she felt she could…

Zheng Feng is in such a sorry state now, perhaps because she sucked too much of his hormones...

With these strange and varied thoughts in mind, Wenya slowly drifted off to sleep.

……

'I should be asleep, where am I?' Wenya rubbed her eyes in confusion and was surprised to find herself in a bar.

Soft, soothing music played in the bar, but it was completely empty.

No, there are still people...

The subtle sound drew Wenya's attention to the bar, where she saw a young bartender wiping glasses.

The next second, the bartender looked up.

He looked very young, probably only around twenty years old, with handsome features and gentle eyes, which subconsciously reminded people of a summer evening breeze, cool and comfortable, yet easy to become immersed in.

For some reason, Wenya subconsciously walked towards him, like a moth drawn to a light.

(End of this chapter)