The Nightmare Experience of a Useless Person

During the Spring Festival, the teachers at the academy no longer give lessons. Students can choose to stay at school to study or go home for the festival.

Jiang Zhiyang was tired of staying at home and wanted to go back to the academy to sit on the bench in the classroom. However, he was also bored and wanted to go home. He lay listlessly on his desk, looking at Ye Qingchen beside him.

Actually, he should have made his move a long time ago. Whenever he thought about the failure of the last mission, Jiang Zhiyang still felt depressed. Fortunately, apart from Ye Qingchen's illness last time, life has been very peaceful recently.

Yu Qingjun sat down steadily. The book didn't seem difficult, and it was even quite interesting. She became somewhat fascinated as she read it. When she took a moment to escape her complicated thoughts, she saw Jiang Zhiyang blowing bubbles out of boredom.

"Spitting bubbles with saliva, is that a child?"

Jiang Zhiyang wiped his mouth and smiled innocently.

"How about we go for a walk?" Yu Qingjun suggested.

"But your health..." Compared to the colorful temptations outside, Jiang Zhiyang was more worried about Ye Qingchen's health.

"Am I some kind of porcelain vase that shatters with a gust of wind?" Yu Qingjun packed up her books, took Jiang Zhiyang's hand, and left.

This body was indeed weak, with pitifully little strength and even more limited energy. Staying in Ye Qingchen's body, Yu Qingjun felt increasingly sleepy lately, lacking the energy to think and only wanting to do whatever she pleased.

Um... it's because of health reasons, not because of anything else...

It's because of Ye Qingchen... not because of Yu Qingjun...

"Do you eat a pear this morning?"

Before Yu Qingjun could react, the half-eaten pear was already shoved in front of her. She looked up and saw Jiang Zhiyang's lips, moistened with pear juice, opening and closing. She swallowed hard but didn't take it.

"How about we break it?"

"No, you can't break a pear to eat it. We're sharing, we're separating. Do you want to separate from me?"

Looking at that pitifully innocent face, Yu Qingjun helplessly took a small bite on the back. But why was her heart beating faster? What was there to be nervous about?

It seems that Ye Qingchen not only has poor physical condition, but also has heart problems. Yu Qingjun closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and banished the strange thoughts from her mind.

"..."

"Ye Qingchen, you've been acting strangely lately." The willow leaves were withered, leaving only broken branches, which were reflected on the lake surface like a large net. Jiang Zhiyang spoke while looking at the two fish caught in the net in the reflection, without turning around.

"Strange, what's strange about me?" As if someone else had noticed her accelerated heartbeat, Yu Qingjun nervously pursed her lips.

"First, you looked down on the pears I had already eaten."

"No, how could that be?"

"second……"

Jiang Zhiyang suddenly turned his head, and Yu Qingjun's gaze met his without warning. For a second, just a second, she couldn't help but look away, guiltily focusing her gaze on his ear.

"Look! When I looked at you before, you never avoided my gaze!" As if he had found some loophole, Jiang Zhiyang raised his voice to make a show of force.

"No...no way!" Yu Qingjun forced herself to look away and meet those eyes as clear as lake water. In just one second, Yu Qingjun felt her ears burning. In that one second, she felt as if she were standing naked in front of Jiang Zhiyang, and all her panic and heartbeat were clearly seen.

How strange! This is really strange! She had to break this strange atmosphere quickly. She had to stand up and order her disobedient younger brother to come home with her.

However, his hands couldn't keep up with his brain, and his feet couldn't keep up with his hands either. The messy rocks by the lake tripped him up as he retreated, and his body lost its balance and was about to fall backward.

Jiang Zhiyang reacted extremely quickly; such a slow-witted person grabbed her arm in an instant and then turned over to protect her.

Yu Qingjun fell down and landed in a warm, soft embrace. She nervously opened her eyes and looked directly into those watery eyes again.

Their eyes met, their noses touched, and for a moment, time seemed to stand still.

Yu Qingjun's hair floated lightly on Jiang Zhiyang's face, but it seemed to land on his heart, making him feel itchy.

Before Jiang Zhiyang was a magnified image of the face he had longed for day and night—her eyelashes trembled with nervousness, revealing the panic in her eyes; her cheeks were flushed with the pure shyness of a young girl; her rosy lips were slightly parted, exhaling a teasing breath…

Kiss her!

Once you kiss him, you're all set!

But... he still hesitated.

Jiang Zhiyang, who pondered this matter daily, said that the old saying "Lord Ye loves dragons but is terrified" could be forgiven, because only when faced with this moment did he realize that he truly dared not...

Two hearts pressed together, both pounding in their chests.

Yu Qingjun was just as nervous. She saw Jiang Zhiyang's gaze fall on her lips.

Should she get up quickly? But wasn't this the task she was assigned? Did she want Jiang Zhiyang to find out that she had already stolen a kiss from him? Or should she just half-heartedly go along with it and press her lips to his...?

Time passed, and the atmosphere gradually grew cold.

That's weird...

Jiang Zhiyang felt that, besides the person he was holding in his arms, there seemed to be a very strong gaze watching him.

He tentatively turned his head and bumped into a man's face.

"Ah—" Jiang Zhiyang got up in a panic, his face full of terror.

"Why aren't you kissing me?" Mangya sat up in disappointment, twisting his slightly sore neck.

Yu Qingjun dared not move at all. She was lifted up by Jiang Zhiyang, and her body was like a canvas, forced to be painted with the undulations of the other person's body.

"Mangya? What are you doing here?"

"I am the god who governs dreams. When I'm bored, I just wander into everyone's dreams. What's so strange about that?"

"You're the Dream God? What about Bai Chan? Isn't she...?" Jiang Zhiyang was completely baffled and could only ask questions repeatedly.

"It's a long story, so I'll stop here for now." The handsome man stood up gracefully, patted Jiang Zhiyang on the shoulder, and walked ahead.

When he was slapped like that, Jiang Zhiyang, who was on edge, finally felt the pain in his back. He put his hands behind his back and the pain made him wince.

"Are you alright?" Yu Qingjun's voice was gentle and soft; it seemed like the first time in her life she had been so lacking in assertiveness.

"It's nothing, it's nothing." He had to force himself to stay calm. He had just rescued the damsel in distress, how could he let it go now! Jiang Zhiyang straightened his shoulders, widened his eyes, and tried his best to keep up with Mangya's pace.

Where are you going?

"Of course I'm going to visit your home!"

Mangya claimed to be a classmate of Xiao Chengyang and Ye Qingchen, and easily received a warm welcome from Xiao's parents.

Fine wine, good meat, fruits, and vegetables—foods he usually wouldn't eat were all served. Jiang Zhiyang was furious, but seeing that handsome face, he couldn't bring himself to say anything bad.

Handsome, indeed handsome, Jiang Zhiyang admitted. Before, when he saw his fashionable attire, he had a strong male model vibe. Now, in his ancient costume, he looks even more refined and upright, like a true gentleman.

But with his behavior, how could he be a decent person? He's a complete robber!

"Can you get away from me!" Jiang Zhiyang impatiently twisted his body and pressed himself against the wall again.

"So, do you want me to live with your parents, or with Yu Qingjun?" Mangya smugly twisted her body and pressed herself closer to Jiang Zhiyang.

"shameless!"