Quick Transmigration: The Control Group in Sweet Novels

After she successfully escapes, her dreams always come to an abrupt end.

Later, as always, it gradually changed its flavor.

In the dream, it was still the day before she ran away, and the scene before her eyes suddenly changed to that simple teacher's dormitory.

The old desk was piled high with textbooks, the pages neatly arranged, just as Lin Huaixu always had.

But in the end, it was placed under the basket containing wild fruits, and a few specks of light dust rubbed off the bottom edge of the bamboo basket, landing on the edge of the clean white pages, but the owner, who always cherished it, was completely unaware.

Inside the cramped dormitory, the air was so quiet it felt almost scorching, occasionally punctuated by the ambiguous sounds of lips meeting.

The man's warm hands gripped her slender waist tightly, it was hard to tell whether he was pinching or kneading.

He had been drinking, and his fingertips were burning hot. Through her thin clothes, they pressed against her skin, making it feel hot. Qi Yang felt an unbearable itch wherever he touched, making her instinctively want to pull away.

In a man's eyes, this becomes resistance.

In an instant, the lingering force on his lips suddenly intensified, carrying a possessive quality that left no room for refusal, as it gently and densely covered his lips.

For a while, Qi Yang hunched her neck, her fingertips unconsciously gripping his shirt, creating several noticeable wrinkles in the white shirt.

As she stepped back, the person in front of her would move closer, pressing against her in that small space, their bodies entwined.

After a long while, Lin Huaixu straightened up, his dark eyes filled with a bright intoxication and emotion. Qi Yang dared not look at him for long. When she lowered her gaze, she saw that his thin lips were glistening with moisture. Qi Yang dared not look at him even more.

"Yangyang..." he suddenly called out, his hoarse voice filled with a tenderness more intoxicating than wine.

Qi Yang's eyelashes trembled, and she blinked nervously as she looked at him.

In her dream, the usually gentle and restrained Teacher Lin seemed to have shed all her inhibitions and distance.

He reached out and stroked the girl's face, then gently pinched her small, rosy earlobe. "...Do you like me?"

He had asked this question many times in his dreams, but for some reason, even in his dreams, Qi Yang never answered it.

She didn't speak, which made Lin Huaixu feel even more flustered, so he kissed her even more deeply.

He was trying to cover up what she was saying that he didn't want to hear.

The girl in front of him remained silent for a few seconds, but to Lin Huaixu, it felt like a lifetime had passed.

Perhaps because he was drunk, his eyes seemed to be filled with tears, and he did the same thing again.

But before he could cover it up again, the girl suddenly nodded slightly.

Lin Huaixu stopped moving.

She whispered, barely a whisper, "I like it..."

Lin Huaixu was stunned when he first heard her answer.

The next moment, she suddenly took a few steps forward, silently raised her hand and scratched his shirt, leaving several marks.

Lin Huaixu remained motionless.

She then raised her head, stood on tiptoe, and using the support of her shirt, steadily pressed her lips against the corner of his mouth.

...

When Qi Yang woke up again in the morning, she was covered in sweat.

One dream after another suddenly came over her throughout the night, jumping around in her mind. Qi Yang lay in bed and it took her a while to slowly digest them.

She has been having this dream for a month now.

As her senses gradually returned and the surrounding noise became more pronounced, she got out of bed, moved to the window, and gently pushed it open. A cool breeze of late autumn blew in, dispelling most of the restlessness in her body.

Even though she had been in Haishi for a month, she only felt a sense of reality when she looked down at the everyday life of Haishi residents, realizing that she was no longer in Qingya Village.

The mirage is much more lively during the day than at night.

Even in the old town, the street vendors' carts set up all sorts of stalls downstairs, with people standing on both sides of the road calling out their wares. Some vendors are quite laid-back, too lazy to call out, and just sit behind their stalls reading newspapers.

There are even breakfast stalls where freshly steamed buns, as soon as the steamer is opened, swirl with steam.

Many bicycles wobbled across the middle of the road, and because there were many pedestrians, the bicycles were constantly being tugged at with their bells.

This is a sight you can never see in Qingya Village.

Qi Yang watched for a while with a leisurely air, and for some reason, she thought of Qi Jing.

She didn't know which city Qi Jing had gone to, or whether she had found a stable place to stay, but she was vaguely certain that they were the same.

Even though they are far from home and all alone, they share the same hard-won freedom.

Qi Yang stood by the window for a long time, and the chaotic emotions in her heart caused by the dream finally calmed down completely.

She turned around to wash up and change her clothes. She was wearing the new clothes that Lin Huaixu had bought for her. The fabric was soft and clean, which made the girl's figure look even more slender and graceful.

She had already thrown away the clothes she wore when she escaped from Qingya Village. Before throwing them away, the clothes were covered with large patches of dried mud and ash, and the cuffs and hems were covered with rough edges and tears caused by branches from the mountains.

Every breach seemed to be a reminder of the panic and helplessness of that night.

Qi Yang looked down quietly for a few seconds, then casually threw it into the trash can.

Now, Qi Yang has temporarily settled down in Hai City.

She is still staying at this small hotel.

The female shop owner felt sorry for her and heard that she had not been able to find her relatives and was homeless. She took pity on her and rented her a hostel at a low price.

Qi Yang worked odd jobs at the restaurant downstairs from the hotel. She didn't have a degree, but fortunately, this was the 1990s, a time when the city was thriving and there were plenty of opportunities to make a living, unlike the strict conditions of later generations.

But Qi Yang also understood that although the requirements for academic qualifications were not strict at the moment, talented people who studied and learned were becoming increasingly scarce, and the opportunities they could seize in the future would be beyond the reach of others.

Qi Yang had her own ideas and planned to work part-time while studying.

She finished tidying up, closed the door, and went downstairs step by step.

The shoes on her feet had a slight wedge heel, and they made a soft clattering sound as they landed on the wooden steps.

The couple working at the front desk were eating sunflower seeds and listening to the radio; they were already used to the noise.

The female shop owner smiled gently, her eyes crinkling slightly. "Going to work?"

Qi Yang smiled at her: "Good morning, sis."

The female shop owner smiled slightly, and seeing that she was about to leave, she remembered something and quickly called out, "Yangyang, little sister."

Qi Yang stopped in her tracks. "What's wrong, sis?"

"Look at my memory, I've forgotten everything completely," the female shopkeeper said. "Your sister Qingqing is coming back today because she's on holiday. She said she'll bring you some college entrance exam materials and check on your studies."

The Qingqing she mentioned is the daughter of the shop owner and his wife, who is two years older than Qi Yang.

The couple are locals from Haishi. They run a hotel here and have sent their child to study at Haishi University, where the child is currently a sophomore.

Sister Qingqing is just as cheerful and warm-hearted as the couple. When she heard that a young girl with no relatives or friends had moved into her shop, and learned that Qi Yang was preparing for the college entrance examination, she would go home on weekends to help Qi Yang with tutoring.

Qi Yang was very grateful to their family.