The Nightmare Experience of a Useless Person

It was already difficult for a 1.83-meter-tall man to lie on the small wooden bed, and when a 1.9-meter-tall man was forced in, the bed creaked wearily.

Jiang Zhiyang suppressed his irritation, but dared not show it, afraid of disturbing Xiao's parents in the next room. He could only whisper to Mangya, "What exactly is going on between you and Bai Chan?"

"Well, it's best not to mention this. Why don't you just ask her directly? I'm actually looking forward to seeing her get angry at someone else." Despite his cheeky words, Mangya said them with a serious expression.

"Tsk..." Jiang Zhiyang was speechless. "Then let me ask you something else."

"uh-huh."

"I……"

"I think I'm a little confused about Ye Qingchen and Yu Qingjun. Well, no, it's just... I don't know what my feelings are. Is it Xiao Chengyang's affection for Ye Qingchen, or my feelings for Yu Qingjun...?"

"Tch, if you like it, you like it. Why worry about so much?"

Jiang Zhiyang was both ashamed and angry. This guy was really annoying! If all the gods were like him, the world would have exploded long ago!

"You can feel it yourself, so why ask me? I can only tell you that not everyone can enter another person's dream. You were able to enter Xiao Chengyang's body because of the resonance between your personalities, emotions, and destinies."

Mangya and Baichan are remarkably similar; they're usually all smiles and laughter, but become very serious when it comes to business.

You can simply understand it as him being a part of you.

"If that's the case, then Yu Qingjun also..." Jiang Zhiyang's little head started thinking again, "Then what should I do?"

"Just follow your heart. Since he allowed you into his dream, he probably trusts you." Mangya's hand slipped under the covers and gently stroked Jiang Zhiyang's chest.

"How disgusting! Get away from me!" Jiang Zhiyang was so anxious that he bristled, which only made Mangya laugh.

"Relax, it doesn't matter if you fail. Bai Chan has troubled you time and time again, but it's only out of her mercy as a god. The spirits that are unwilling to cross the bridge should have been thrown into the Dream Abyss and forcibly dissipated. Why all this trouble?"

Jiang Zhiyang didn't reply. He could sense that Mangya was different from Bai Chan. He had a kind of aloofness, indifference, ruthlessness, and innocent cruelty that was not human. Or rather, the seemingly affectionate one was the most heartless.

The next morning, when he woke up, Mangya was no longer by his side. Jiang Zhiyang got up with a heavy heart. The courtyard was unusually quiet, as if he were the only one at home.

"Follow your heart?" he muttered to himself.

"You're awake?" Yu Qingjun walked in from outside, carrying some bottles and jars. "Let me take a look at the wound on your back."

Jiang Zhiyang stopped trying to hide it and obediently took off his clothes. He had deliberately worn several extra layers since he had shared a bed with Mangya the night before.

One by one, until finally his fair back was revealed. The pebbles by the lake cut his skin, and the blood congealed, but fortunately the wound was not deep.

Yu Qingjun applied the wound medicine to her fingertips and gently dotted it on the edges of the wound.

Her fingers were a little cold, still carrying the chill of the outside air. When they touched his skin, Jiang Zhiyang winced in pain, or perhaps he was deliberately trying to hide his fear of pain, and said with difficulty, "Where are my father and mother?"

"I'm going out, I have something to do."

"Whoosh—"

A warm sensation came from the wound, and Jiang Zhiyang instantly straightened his back.

Is...what is it? She's...she's blowing air?

Jiang Zhiyang's body instantly felt as if it had fallen into a scalding hot spring, and he couldn't stop feeling hot. He didn't dare to look back, and he didn't even dare to imagine the scene.

In the empty house, only he and Yu Qingjun remained. At this moment, she was lying on his back, her rosy and soft lips pouting, exhaling moist breath, which carried her body temperature...

If Yu Qingjun hadn't been applying medicine to him, Jiang Zhiyang would have wanted to slap himself twice. She was kindly helping him apply medicine, but all he could think about were these shameful images.

Damn it!

He closed his eyes, bit his lower lip hard, and silently recited the phrase "follow your heart".

Yu Qingjun also sensed the strange atmosphere between the two...

Recently, this strange yet sticky ambiguous feeling has become more frequent, leaving Yu Qingjun somewhat at a loss. Should she enjoy this tenderness?

But her authority seemed to have been challenged, and her acquiescence only emboldened Jiang Zhiyang to become even more unruly.

At the lunch table, Jiang Zhiyang once again focused his gaze on Yu Qingjun's lips, making no attempt to hide it from the other two people at the table, forcing Yu Qingjun to leave the table early.

On the way to school, Jiang Zhiyang insisted on sticking close to Yu Qingjun's arm, jostling and pushing, almost knocking Yu Qingjun into the field.

Yu Qingjun placed the steamed bun she had taken a bite of on the table, and in the blink of an eye, it was in Jiang Zhiyang's mouth. He laughed without any restraint.

The classmate who borrowed books from Yu Qingjun had just spoken to her when Jiang Zhiyang chased him away, saying that Ye Qingchen's things were all his own and he did not want to lend them out.

Yu Qingjun, who was trying to secretly spit out the bitter medicine, was caught red-handed by Jiang Zhiyang for the third time. Jiang Zhiyang threatened that if she dared to spit it out, he would cover her mouth and force her to swallow it.

These successive attacks left Yu Qingjun somewhat overwhelmed, yet she dared not reveal her identity. She could only grumble inwardly, "Is this kid always so blunt? How can he say such embarrassing things? Even if we're close, isn't this behavior going too far?"

Sigh, there's nothing I can do about him...

As the days go by, the atmosphere of the Spring Festival grows stronger.

These days, the town is even more lively. People who have been away from home are returning one after another. The suona horns for weddings are played from one end of the street to the other. Along the street, stalls have set up a long corridor, selling everything from candied hawthorns and sugar figurines to hairpins and jewelry, wontons and noodles, fried cakes and sweet soups.

Jiang Zhiyang was also infected by the festive atmosphere and became even more excited, urging Yu Qingjun to spend the few coins that had just entered her private treasury every day.

Jiang Zhiyang, bouncing around, clutched a sugar figurine, thinking, "Another day without kissing Yu Qingjun."

Yu Qingjun, whose temper had been worn down, followed behind Jiang Zhiyang, thinking to herself, "Another day of indulging my little brother."

The two strolled around the market for a full hour before Yu Qingjun finally ran out of energy, and Jiang Zhiyang was finally able to gather his remaining strength and head home.

However, as soon as he got home, a large group of people filled the house. Jiang Zhiyang looked them over and finally recognized the woman. She was the one who had boasted at the academy gate that she would find a husband after the exam results were announced!

When adults discuss something, children naturally have no right to interrupt, so the two of them can only squat by the window and eavesdrop.

"Although my family is large, we only have one daughter, Yi Niang. She said she prefers a son-in-law from the Ye family, but you all know the Ye family's situation. I thought that the Xiao family had done Ye Qingchen a favor by providing a meal, so I called my whole family to come and ask. If she is willing, we will take a son-in-law from the Ye family as our Song family's son-in-law. Please don't blame me for being impolite, after all, my family has a daughter, and I was afraid that if I directly asked a matchmaker to come to our door, she would gossip and spread the word, which would not be good for Yi Niang's reputation."

The pot-bellied man laughed heartily, but the sound only fueled Jiang Zhiyang's anger.

"Yes, yes, Qingchen is also known far and wide for his promising future. If the two of you are interested, we can arrange it in advance. We don't want you to be tied to someone else's family and become someone else's good son-in-law after you pass the exam." This smooth-talking woman must be Song Yi's mother, she is just like Song Yi.

Later, the group talked for a while longer, and finally Xiao Shaoping brought it to a close, saying, "I think this matter is alright, but after all, my wife and I are not his parents. It depends on him. If Qingchen agrees, we will finalize it before the end of the year."

"What do you mean by 'deal'? You're not allowed to order!" Jiang Zhiyang grabbed Yu Qingjun's hand and rushed inside. At that moment, he was truly out of his mind with anger.

"Ye Qingchen, tell them you don't want to!"