Bonus chapter! Thank you to Samie for the donation! ^^
***
Because Ruan Qing stood up, both the man and the little boy looked somewhat puzzled.
“Wife, what’s wrong with you?”
“Nothing.” Ruan Qing lowered his eyes, picked up the chopsticks, and thought about what had happened last night and today. The more he thought about it, the more he felt something was strange.
Firstly, there was the counselor. The counselor was well aware that Qi Shen had never stayed in the dormitory, and he rarely came to school. Why did he specifically call him to deliver certificates and prizes?
This itself was somewhat illogical.
Then there were the two brothers from the Qi family.
These two didn’t seem like brothers and even gave a feeling of similarity.
Moreover, looking back on what happened last night, it seemed too dramatic, with a somewhat unreal feeling.
Would a person really want to get married just because someone accidentally caught a glimpse of their body? And the other party would commit suicide if they were unwilling to take responsibility?
Speaking of which, there was another thing Ruan Qing found very strange.
Even though his memory was clearly good, and his personality was very cautious, why did he end up walking into the wrong classroom for almost half the semester due to remembering it incorrectly?
This didn’t seem like the kind of mistake that would happen to him.
He had a good memory but still made a mistake.
Was it a mistake or was his memory... tampered with...?
Just as the thought of a possible issue with his memory flashed through Ruan Qing’s mind, he suddenly felt a wave of drowsiness, making his mind go blank.
The drowsiness was so intense that he couldn’t concentrate on his thoughts, and he couldn’t recall what he was thinking before.
This wasn’t normal.
No one would become uncontrollably drowsy while eating.
This wasn’t just drowsiness; it was more like being drugged.
“Wife? What’s wrong with you?” The man looked surprised at the unsteady Ruan Qing, instinctively reaching out to support and prevent Ruan Qing from falling to the ground. His expression was unusually tense.
The little boy was also extremely nervous, with worry and anxiety in his eyes. “Big brother? Are you okay? Do you feel unwell somewhere?”
Despite hearing their voices, Ruan Qing struggled to stay awake, but he couldn’t resist the overwhelming drowsiness. The chopsticks fell from his hand again, and his vision began to blur.
He then lost consciousness directly.
***
When Ruan woke up, it was already afternoon.
He opened his eyes, feeling a bit sleepy and disoriented. Was this his dormitory room?
How did he end up sleeping?
Oh right, after having lunch with Qi Shen and his brother, Ruan returned to the dormitory for a nap.
Ruan Qing was initially a bit drowsy, but upon checking the time, he instantly became awake.
Because it was almost two in the afternoon, and he had classes in the afternoon.
Ruan quickly got up from bed, grabbed his books, and hurriedly headed towards the classroom.
Fortunately, he made it into the classroom just in the nick of time.
Ruan Qing sat down just as the bell for the class rang, and he breathed a sigh of relief.
That was close. It seemed he needed to set an alarm for his naps next time.
Wait, set an alarm? Ruan Qing’s hand, holding the book, froze.
Wasn’t he always setting alarms?
How could he forget such an important thing this time?
What was he doing before he fell asleep?
Ruan Qing lowered his gaze, carefully recalling. After having lunch with the Qi brothers, he returned to the dormitory.
Did he just lie down as soon as he got back?
No, that’s not right.
He never used to feel so tired that he would lie down right after returning to the dormitory.
Just as Ruan Qing was thinking about what he would do first when he returned to the dormitory, another wave of drowsiness struck.
Ruan widened his eyes, subconsciously emptying his mind.
Not thinking about anything.
Not analyzing anything.
Not recalling anything.
The next second, the fatigue... disappeared.
Ruan Qing weakly closed his eyes, reached up to massage his temples; indeed, there seemed to be an issue with his memory.
A form of neural hypnosis?
It seemed that as long as a specific suggestion was triggered in the brain, it would force him into a state of sleep.
Unable to analyze or sense that something was amiss.
Otherwise, once triggered, not only would it enforce sleep, but memories would be modified again, seemingly blurring any inconsistencies.
Like entering sleep, those odd memories would be deleted, followed by a fuzzy awareness, making the rigid memories reasonable.
But if he didn’t think about it, he would never know what happened, nor would he know what someone wanted to do to him.
Ruan Qing picked up a pen, took a deep breath, tentatively recalling and analyzing, writing down everything he thought of on paper.
And as soon as drowsiness came, he immediately cleared his mind, waiting for the sleepiness to pass before continuing to recall and analyze.
Probing the limits of the prohibition step by step.
It wasn’t until he got closer and closer to the core that he began to resist the urge to sleep more and more, and Ruan Qing finally stopped.
He looked at what was written on the paper.
In an instant, gathering all the clues for thought and analysis, Ruan Qing ultimately arrived at a conclusion.
...This world was not real.
Probably touching the core of the prohibition. This time even though Ruan Qing cleared his mind, he couldn’t make the drowsiness disappear.
Taking advantage of the last clear moment, Ruan Qing pressed the paper under the textbook, then deeply looked at the result on the paper before finally collapsing on the desk.
As if sleeping while lying down.
There were quite a few students in college who slept on their desks during class, and many teachers turned a blind eye.
So, no one noticed anything abnormal.
***
When Ruan Qing woke up again, the end-of-class bell had already rung.
“Um...” Ruan Qing, feeling tired, let out a yawn and wiped away the tears that had welled up in the corners of his eyes due to yawning.
It seemed that he had been really exhausted lately, even dozing off during classes.
Ruan Qing prepared to tidy up his books and papers to return to the dormitory, but he froze upon seeing the text in his textbook.
After seeing the content in the textbook, an inexplicable thought popped into his mind.
The draft paper pressed beneath the textbook was very important, but he couldn’t directly look at it.
This thought was strange and eerie, yet Ruan Qing unquestioningly believed it.
Instead of immediately flipping open the textbook, he shifted it slightly to the side, revealing a small portion of the draft paper.
It was blank.
Probably, it hadn’t been written on the edge of the paper.
Ruan Qing shifted the textbook again, still blank, but now it was halfway exposed.
Frowning slightly, Ruan Qing removed the textbook.
Underneath the textbook was a sheet of draft paper that had never been written on.
Ruan Qing picked up the draft paper and examined it. There was no trace of writing on it.
Strange.
It was clearly a sheet of draft paper that had never been written on, so why did he just have that thought?
Moreover, he unquestionably believed it, as if something incredibly important was pressed beneath the textbook.
He felt that he had become increasingly strange lately.
Just as Ruan Qing was preparing to pack up his books, he suddenly paused. Holding the draft paper against the light above his head, he took another look.
Although there were no visible traces of ink on the draft paper, it seemed to bear the marks of having been written on.
However, only traces remained.
It was as if this draft paper had once been written on, but the words had inexplicably disappeared.
Bonus chapter! Thank you to Samie for the donation! ^^
***
Because Ruan Qing stood up, both the man and the little boy looked somewhat puzzled.
“Wife, what’s wrong with you?”
“Nothing.” Ruan Qing lowered his eyes, picked up the chopsticks, and thought about what had happened last night and today. The more he thought about it, the more he felt something was strange.
Firstly, there was the counselor. The counselor was well aware that Qi Shen had never stayed in the dormitory, and he rarely came to school. Why did he specifically call him to deliver certificates and prizes?
This itself was somewhat illogical.
Then there were the two brothers from the Qi family.
These two didn’t seem like brothers and even gave a feeling of similarity.
Moreover, looking back on what happened last night, it seemed too dramatic, with a somewhat unreal feeling.
Would a person really want to get married just because someone accidentally caught a glimpse of their body? And the other party would commit suicide if they were unwilling to take responsibility?
Speaking of which, there was another thing Ruan Qing found very strange.
Even though his memory was clearly good, and his personality was very cautious, why did he end up walking into the wrong classroom for almost half the semester due to remembering it incorrectly?
This didn’t seem like the kind of mistake that would happen to him.
He had a good memory but still made a mistake.
Was it a mistake or was his memory... tampered with...?
Just as the thought of a possible issue with his memory flashed through Ruan Qing’s mind, he suddenly felt a wave of drowsiness, making his mind go blank.
The drowsiness was so intense that he couldn’t concentrate on his thoughts, and he couldn’t recall what he was thinking before.
This wasn’t normal.
No one would become uncontrollably drowsy while eating.
This wasn’t just drowsiness; it was more like being drugged.
“Wife? What’s wrong with you?” The man looked surprised at the unsteady Ruan Qing, instinctively reaching out to support and prevent Ruan Qing from falling to the ground. His expression was unusually tense.
The little boy was also extremely nervous, with worry and anxiety in his eyes. “Big brother? Are you okay? Do you feel unwell somewhere?”
Despite hearing their voices, Ruan Qing struggled to stay awake, but he couldn’t resist the overwhelming drowsiness. The chopsticks fell from his hand again, and his vision began to blur.
He then lost consciousness directly.
***
When Ruan woke up, it was already afternoon.
He opened his eyes, feeling a bit sleepy and disoriented. Was this his dormitory room?
How did he end up sleeping?
Oh right, after having lunch with Qi Shen and his brother, Ruan returned to the dormitory for a nap.
Ruan Qing was initially a bit drowsy, but upon checking the time, he instantly became awake.
Because it was almost two in the afternoon, and he had classes in the afternoon.
Ruan quickly got up from bed, grabbed his books, and hurriedly headed towards the classroom.
Fortunately, he made it into the classroom just in the nick of time.
Ruan Qing sat down just as the bell for the class rang, and he breathed a sigh of relief.
That was close. It seemed he needed to set an alarm for his naps next time.
Wait, set an alarm? Ruan Qing’s hand, holding the book, froze.
Wasn’t he always setting alarms?
How could he forget such an important thing this time?
What was he doing before he fell asleep?
Ruan Qing lowered his gaze, carefully recalling. After having lunch with the Qi brothers, he returned to the dormitory.
Did he just lie down as soon as he got back?
No, that’s not right.
He never used to feel so tired that he would lie down right after returning to the dormitory.
Just as Ruan Qing was thinking about what he would do first when he returned to the dormitory, another wave of drowsiness struck.
Ruan widened his eyes, subconsciously emptying his mind.
Not thinking about anything.
Not analyzing anything.
Not recalling anything.
The next second, the fatigue... disappeared.
Ruan Qing weakly closed his eyes, reached up to massage his temples; indeed, there seemed to be an issue with his memory.
A form of neural hypnosis?
It seemed that as long as a specific suggestion was triggered in the brain, it would force him into a state of sleep.
Unable to analyze or sense that something was amiss.
Otherwise, once triggered, not only would it enforce sleep, but memories would be modified again, seemingly blurring any inconsistencies.
Like entering sleep, those odd memories would be deleted, followed by a fuzzy awareness, making the rigid memories reasonable.
But if he didn’t think about it, he would never know what happened, nor would he know what someone wanted to do to him.
Ruan Qing picked up a pen, took a deep breath, tentatively recalling and analyzing, writing down everything he thought of on paper.
And as soon as drowsiness came, he immediately cleared his mind, waiting for the sleepiness to pass before continuing to recall and analyze.
Probing the limits of the prohibition step by step.
It wasn’t until he got closer and closer to the core that he began to resist the urge to sleep more and more, and Ruan Qing finally stopped.
He looked at what was written on the paper.
In an instant, gathering all the clues for thought and analysis, Ruan Qing ultimately arrived at a conclusion.
...This world was not real.
Probably touching the core of the prohibition. This time even though Ruan Qing cleared his mind, he couldn’t make the drowsiness disappear.
Taking advantage of the last clear moment, Ruan Qing pressed the paper under the textbook, then deeply looked at the result on the paper before finally collapsing on the desk.
As if sleeping while lying down.
There were quite a few students in college who slept on their desks during class, and many teachers turned a blind eye.
So, no one noticed anything abnormal.
***
When Ruan Qing woke up again, the end-of-class bell had already rung.
“Um...” Ruan Qing, feeling tired, let out a yawn and wiped away the tears that had welled up in the corners of his eyes due to yawning.
It seemed that he had been really exhausted lately, even dozing off during classes.
Ruan Qing prepared to tidy up his books and papers to return to the dormitory, but he froze upon seeing the text in his textbook.
After seeing the content in the textbook, an inexplicable thought popped into his mind.
The draft paper pressed beneath the textbook was very important, but he couldn’t directly look at it.
This thought was strange and eerie, yet Ruan Qing unquestioningly believed it.
Instead of immediately flipping open the textbook, he shifted it slightly to the side, revealing a small portion of the draft paper.
It was blank.
Probably, it hadn’t been written on the edge of the paper.
Ruan Qing shifted the textbook again, still blank, but now it was halfway exposed.
Frowning slightly, Ruan Qing removed the textbook.
Underneath the textbook was a sheet of draft paper that had never been written on.
Ruan Qing picked up the draft paper and examined it. There was no trace of writing on it.
Strange.
It was clearly a sheet of draft paper that had never been written on, so why did he just have that thought?
Moreover, he unquestionably believed it, as if something incredibly important was pressed beneath the textbook.
He felt that he had become increasingly strange lately.
Just as Ruan Qing was preparing to pack up his books, he suddenly paused. Holding the draft paper against the light above his head, he took another look.
Although there were no visible traces of ink on the draft paper, it seemed to bear the marks of having been written on.
However, only traces remained.
It was as if this draft paper had once been written on, but the words had inexplicably disappeared.
