Chapter 95 Entering a Dream, the School Beauty's Social Scene
"Jiang Chen! You stop right there!"
In the dream world, Su Qingyue was holding that Forty-meter-long flaming greatsword, looking like a berserk Valkyrie, chasing Jiang Chen—who was wearing only a pair of floral boxers—all over the place.
Wherever they passed, those pink gauze curtains and exquisite palaces were all sliced in half by her blade.
"My dear lady! Let's talk this out! Put the sword down! This is a mental construct; if you hack it to pieces, I'll turn into an idiot!"
Jiang Chen sprinted wildly while trying to protect his vital areas (after all, the sensation of pain in a dream was real).
"Turning into an idiot would be just right! It'll save you from thinking about filthy things all day long!"
At the thought of her earlier self dressed in a maid outfit, calling him "Master" with a fawning face, Su Qingyue was so embarrassed she wanted to find a hole to crawl into.
It was too humiliating! Too shameful!
This bastard usually looked so lazy, but who knew his head was filled with such perverted trash!
"That was art! It was... a yearning for a better life!"
Jiang Chen was still trying to justify himself. "Besides, the 'you' in the dream is a subconscious projection generated by yourself! This shows that deep down, you actually long to serve me!"
"Bullshit!"
Su Qingyue was so angry she nearly choked. The flames on her greatsword flared even brighter. "I'll let you witness my 'subconscious' right now!"
Boom!
The blade swung down. Jiang Chen dodged it by a hair's breadth, but the white jade bed he had been lying on earlier took the hit, being split directly in two.
"Stop fighting! If you keep this up, the dreamscape is going to collapse!"
Jiang Chen looked at the cracks starting to appear in the surrounding space and truly got anxious. This was the "tender land" he had worked so hard to build. If it collapsed, even if his Mental Energy took a hit, it would take a long time to repair.
"Let it collapse! At worst, we'll go down together!"
Su Qingyue was already seeing red.
Just then.
A massive roar suddenly came from the sky, sounding like an airplane engine's howl.
Immediately after, the entire dream world began to shake violently, as if hit by a magnitude ten earthquake.
[Warning! Severe vibration in the external environment detected (airplane landing).]
[Dream Instance forced shutdown countdown: 3, 2, 1...]
Whew...
Jiang Chen breathed a sigh of relief. "Finally saved."
He glanced at Su Qingyue, who was still standing dazed with her sword raised. A mischievous smirk curled on his lips. A second before his body blurred into nothingness, he leaned into her ear and whispered:
"Actually... that maid outfit really suits you. Especially those white silk stockings—very smooth."
"Aaaaah! Jiang Chen! I'm going to kill you!!!"
Su Qingyue's scream echoed through the collapsing dream.
...
Real World.
"Attention passengers, this flight has arrived at Imperial Capital International Airport..."
The sweet voice of the broadcast pulled the two of them back to reality.
Su Qingyue snapped her eyes open, gasping for air, her chest heaving violently. Her face was as red as a ripe apple, and her forehead was covered in fine beads of sweat.
She instinctively looked at the bed next to her.
It was already empty.
That fellow Jiang Chen had already made his escape while she was still waking up.
Only a crumpled note remained pressed under the pillow:
"Um... Classmate Su, let's keep what happened in the dream a secret. To compensate you for your mental distress, this meal is on me. (P.S. If you want to see other styles next time, you can book in advance) — Jiang Chen."
"Bastard!!!"
Su Qingyue crumpled the note into a ball, threw it fiercely onto the ground, and then, still feeling unsatisfied, rushed over to stomp on it twice.
But as she stomped, her movements slowed down.
In her mind, the Jiang Chen who wore floral boxers and was chased all over the place in the dream... although a bit wretched, didn't seem that detestable?
Even the image of the "maid outfit," though shameful, somehow felt like a seed quietly taking root in her heart.
"I... I don't long to serve him!"
Su Qingyue covered her burning face and muttered to herself, "Absolutely not! It's all his fault! It's because of that broken pillow of his!"
She took a deep breath, straightened her clothes, and tried her best to return to her cold and aloof School Beauty image.
"Jiang Chen, we aren't finished with this debt!"
...
When they walked out of the airport, it was already evening.
The neon lights of the Imperial Capital were just starting to come on. The cold wind was biting, but it couldn't block the atmosphere of prosperity.
Jiang Chen had long since slipped away with Little Fatty Chen and Iliya, leaving Su Qingyue alone to drag her suitcase and board the Su Family's pickup car, full of resentment.
"Young Miss, what's wrong? Your face is so red. Do you have a fever?" the driver asked with concern.
"It's nothing! It's just too hot in the car!" Su Qingyue replied irritably, rolling the window all the way down.
The cold wind poured in, but it couldn't blow away the heat on her face.
Meanwhile, on the other side.
Jiang Chen was sitting in a taxi called by Little Fatty Chen, humming a little tune contentedly.
"Brother Chen, why did you run so fast just now? Why didn't you wait for School Beauty Su?" Little Fatty Chen asked while munching on bread.
"Wait for her? Wait for her to hack me with a sword?"
Jiang Chen rolled his eyes. "Women are creatures that hold grudges. It's best to stay far away from her for a few days to avoid the storm."
Iliya, sitting beside them, leaned in curiously. "Master, what did you do to Sister Su in the dream? Why did she want to hack you?"
"Grown-up business, kids shouldn't pry."
Jiang Chen pushed her head back. "Also, tuck your tail in. It's almost poking the driver's nose."
The driver glanced through the rearview mirror, his hand shaking so much he almost drove the car into a ditch.
Good grief, is cosplay so realistic nowadays? Even the tail can move?
The rest of the trip was silent.
Half an hour later, the taxi stopped at the gate of Imperial Capital Martial Arts University.
"Finally back."
Jiang Chen stretched. Looking at the familiar school gate, he actually felt a sense of coming home.
"Let's go, back to Cloud Top Villa! I'm going to have a good sleep, and no one better try to wake me up this time!"
The three of them excitedly headed toward the back mountain.
However, when they arrived at the Cloud Top Villa area, they were stunned by the sight before them.
The "Heaven Number One" villa that belonged to Jiang Chen now had its doors wide open and lights blazing.
But at the entrance stood two rows of unfamiliar bodyguards in black, each looking fierce and radiating a powerful aura.
On the lawn in front of the villa, a pile of messy things was scattered about.
Jiang Chen took a closer look and was instantly fuming with rage.
Wasn't that the Thousand-Year Soothing Wood bed frame, the Magic Ape leather mattress, and those top-tier incense burners he had spent a fortune on?!
Right now, these priceless treasures were being thrown on the ground like trash.
What's more, there were several clear footprints stamped onto that Magic Ape leather mattress!
"My mattress!!"
Jiang Chen let out a shrill scream, a sound more pained than if his own father had died.
He rushed over, touching the footprints with heartache. "Who did this?! Who did this?!"
"What are you doing? Where did this beggar come from? How dare you make such a racket here?"
A middle-aged man in a butler's uniform walked out of the villa, looking at Jiang Chen with arrogance.
"This is our Young Master Long's territory! Unrelated people, get lost immediately!"
"Young Master Long?"
Jiang Chen looked up, the fire of anger in his eyes about to burst out. "Are you saying... this house now belongs to some bullshit Young Master Long?"
"Presumptuous!"
The butler was furious. "How dare you address the Young Master by his name! Do you want to die?! This villa has been reassigned by the school to our Young Master! As for this trash..."
He pointed at the things on the ground with a look of disgust.
"Such poor, shabby junk doesn't deserve to be in the Number One Villa! It's an eyesore just leaving it here! Hurry up and drag it away!"
"Poor... shabby junk?"
Jiang Chen laughed out of extreme anger.
He stood up and patted the dust off his hands.
Those eyes, which had originally held a hint of sleepiness, now turned completely cold.
"Very well."
"Since you think this is trash..."
Jiang Chen slowly walked toward the butler, his aura beginning to climb steadily.
"Then I'll let you know what... waste management looks like."
[Ding! Encroachment on the host's territory detected.]
[Insulting damage to private property (mattress) detected.]
[Waking Up Anger charging: 100% (Instantly maxed out).]
[Status activated: House-Wrecking Demon.]
"Little Fatty, take Iliya and step back."
Jiang Chen cracked his wrists, making a popping sound.
"Tonight, this villa... won't be fit for people to sleep in."