After transmigrating through countless worlds, the Beast Tamer Cub plucked all the Heavenly Dao bein

Chapter 200 The Master of Dreams (10)

After Ningbao finished washing up and came out of the bathroom, she saw Mumu holding her phone. Feeling guilty, she tugged at her clothes with her small hand, and her feet turned pigeon-toed.

"Ning... Ningbao doesn't want to play anymore."

She had heard from her classmates that adults dislike children who play games, saying that those who play games are bad kids and should be locked in a dark room.

Ningbao didn't want to be locked in a dark room, and she didn't want to be disliked by Mumu.

"It's okay, just don't get addicted."

Mumu remained as gentle as ever, carrying Ningbao to the bed and returning her phone.

"But we've agreed that from now on, if you're using your phone, you can't watch cartoons, and if you're watching cartoons, you can't use your phone. Half an hour a day, okay?"

"Really?"

Ningbao blinked and looked at Mumu.

"Of course it's true, let's pinky swear."

"Okay~ Pinky promise~"

Ningbao stretched out her little hand and puffed out her little chest to make a promise.

"Ningbao is the best at keeping promises. Ningbao is super good at keeping promises."

"Okay, okay, our little Ningbao is the most honest."

Mumu was amused by her appearance:

"Then I'll have to keep an eye on you. If Ningbao ever fails to do it, I'll eat Ningbao's little snacks."

Although Mu Mu was joking, Ning Bao took it seriously and agreed with a serious expression.

It's still a bit early for bedtime, so Mumu asked Ningbao about her day at kindergarten.

"Ningbao built a tower of blocks today, and it's really tall and well done."

As Ningbao spoke, she stood up, tiptoed, and gestured with her hands to show how very tall she was. But as soon as she started gesturing, the expression on her chubby face fell again.

"But then... Ningbao's deskmate accidentally pushed me down."

"So how did Ningbao do it?"

"He apologized to Ningbao, and Ningbao said it was okay. Ningbao also said that she should be more careful when walking next time, because it would be bad if she tripped over a block and fell, and it would hurt. Then he gave Ningbao a big bag of candy."

As Ningbao spoke, she huffed and puffed as she climbed off the bed and ran to her little schoolbag to find candy, then dumped it all out in front of Mumu:

"Ningbao can share with Mumu, as well as Baigao and Mengmeng."

After receiving another round of loving praise from Mumu, Ningbao nestled contentedly next to Mumu, yawning while clinging to Mumu's arm like a koala.

Seeing that it was almost time, Mumu felt that they should continue with the task: turn off the lights, go to sleep, and fall asleep. The whole process was completed in one go, especially for Xiao Ningbao, whose skill of falling asleep instantly was activated. It was obvious that the child was sleeping very soundly.

……

Oh, where am I?

Ningbao was somewhat bewildered as a girl pulled him along.

"Hurry up, we're going to be late for PE class!"

Ningbao vaguely felt like she had heard this phrase somewhere before, but because the girl holding her hand looked completely different from the one yesterday, and today's girl looked to be about fourteen or fifteen years old, Ningbao couldn't remember where she was.

Running down the long corridor, Ningbao glanced to the side and saw the building opposite. It must be a teaching building too, exuding an aura of "advanced" sophistication, like a product of the high-tech era.

It was old and tattered just yesterday.

A sentence suddenly popped into Ningbao's head, but it vanished in an instant.

She was pulled into the elevator by the girl. That's right, you have to take the elevator down to have PE class. They were on the 17th floor now.

Wow, what a tall school building!

Strange ideas kept popping into Ningbao's head. Of course, they only seemed strange to her at the moment; they weren't really strange. After all, the school in her dream yesterday only had three floors, but today it had dozens of floors. It would be abnormal if she didn't have some thoughts.

The elevator stopped halfway down. Ningbao instinctively looked at the other girl next to her, but there was no one there.

Ning Bao looked around somewhat blankly and found that the space around her was very small, barely enough for one person to stand in.

That's not right. The space was clearly much bigger before; it could hold more than a dozen people.

No, no, it should have always been this size from the beginning.

Ningbao felt her thoughts were in a mess, so she held her head and squatted in a corner.

Then the elevator collapsed, it collapsed!

Ningbao watched helplessly as the building blocks above the elevator fell one by one, and then the elevator began to plummet wildly downwards. Ningbao shrank further into the corner, crouching down with her head in her hands. When the elevator reached the first floor, she was completely unharmed.

A flawless version after careful inspection!

The child, who looked quite grown up, crawled out from a pile of wooden blocks, but only one sentence kept repeating in his mind:

"I'm going to be late for PE class."

She patted off the almost non-existent dust from her body and ran towards the playground.

After running past several large blankets drying on the stone statues, Ningbao finally saw her class gathered on the playground. That was her own class: Class 13 of the second year of junior high school.

The teacher hadn't arrived yet, and the students were wandering around, each doing their own thing—some chatting, others calling out to their friends to borrow a ball.

Ning Bao felt lost in the crowd, feeling both close and distant to them.

Suddenly, Ningbao woke up on a soft, large bed. She slapped off the alarm clock, rubbed her eyes, quickly got up to wash, changed her clothes, hurriedly put on some light makeup, and then rushed to squeeze onto the subway.

Through the reflection in the subway glass, Ningbao saw the distorted figure of an adult woman inside.

Who is this? Is it me?

She subconsciously touched her face and, unsurprisingly, wiped off her makeup.

It's not fleshy, and it doesn't feel bouncy or chewy when you pinch it. This doesn't seem like her face.

But she's 30 years old, how could she possibly have a chubby, bouncy face? Even if she's chubby, her face is still just fat, it doesn't feel that good to the touch.

Ning Bao arrived at the company feeling lost. She opened the folder she had brought with her, which was full of blank papers, but she didn't think anything was wrong. She turned on her computer and started working as usual.

Ningbao couldn't understand anything on the computer, yet she seemed to understand everything, because her fingers always seemed to know what to type automatically, or perhaps she was just typing randomly.

When she returned home from get off work, the rented room had been transformed into a hotel. The only familiar thing was the soft white quilt on the bed.

But Ning Bao, who was in a dream, shook her head. She always felt that something was wrong, but she couldn't put her finger on what it was. It felt like everything was happening naturally.

Hasn't she always lived here?

……

Compared to Ningbao's extreme chaos, Mumu's dream was both lucid and orderly.

Mumu sat quietly in the study reading. Time is money, and money can't buy time. Mumu, the bookworm, wouldn't be at ease if she didn't make good use of these long stretches of time in her dream.