Chapter 549

Side Story: Nezha: Do immortals also need to sleep for beauty?

Side Story: Nezha: Do immortals also need to sleep for beauty?

Side Story: Nezha: Do immortals also need to sleep for beauty?

Evening, the playground behind the teaching building.

Tang An was surrounded and felt a bit at a loss; it was the first time she had been liked so purely and enthusiastically by so many people.

Nezha stood by Tang An's side, silently protecting her safety.

"Hello An'an, my name is Ming Yuexiao. I... I... I'm hard-mouthed but soft-hearted, sharp-tongued, and my specialties are painting and programming."

The fan introduced herself in a rush, just hoping Tang An could remember her.

"Hello An'an, my name is Yang Qingyan, the literature and art committee member. Don't worry, I'm a top student, I can cover you when you come here."

"And me, and me, An'an, my name is Si Nian, although I look a bit hard to get along with and my personality is a bit twisted, I really, really like you. I've scolded back all those bad voices for you."

The last one to introduce herself was a very tall girl, must be nearly 1.8 meters, and her appearance was also the more outstanding kind.

"Hello, I am Chen Jiuye."

Her introduction was only this sentence.

Tang Alu hurriedly helped Tang An supplement, "She is a fashion designer, her mouth belongs to the kind that can poison herself if she licks it. Actually, her personality is quite good; she is afraid of accidentally saying something unpleasant to you, that's why she doesn't speak."

Tang An nodded with great interest, having a sense of having fallen into the Pan Si Cave.

"Hello everyone, very happy to meet you, and thank you for liking me." Her introduction was also very polite.

After all, they are her fans, so she wouldn't beat them up and rob them of something.

A schoolmate passed by here, watching Tang An being complimented by so many people, clearly unable to hide her jealousy.

"Hmph, don't know what there is to be superior about." After saying this, she rolled her eyes and left.

Nezha and Tang An both noticed, clearly neither of them would care about a green-eyed student.

Everyone made a fuss for a long time and gave the prepared gifts to Tang An. Among them, many were paintings by Tang An's three roommates, which were made into various small gifts.

Tang An held a full embrace, couldn't hold it at all, and finally, it was several roommates who helped share some before they could take it back to the dorm.

Early morning.

On the roof of the dormitory building, two figures sat.

Tang An played with the clay doll in her hand; that clay doll was none other than herself.

"Happy?" Nezha asked.

"Here." Tang An also took out one for Nezha; that was Nezha's clay doll.

"Actually, they all like you very much, but you are too cold, they don't dare to get too close to you."

Nezha took the clay doll, "But they said that the world we are in is a book. A world written by a person."

Tang An tilted her head to look at Nezha, "Are you unhappy?"

Nezha didn't speak, his eyes full of worry.

Tang An, however, said: "One flower, one world; one pen, one universe."

"Whether it's the world in the book or in some parallel world. You and I are characters in the book, but we are also more than just characters in the book."

"We have joys and sorrows, our own thoughts, and for our respective goals, we will fight and resist regardless of everything."

"Rather than saying it's a world in a book, in my opinion, it's more like two interconnected worlds."

"They have their world, we have our world. No matter which one, they are all real."

Nezha nodded, relaxing his furrowed brows. "I thought you would be very angry."

He remembered that Tang An's first emotional breakdown was when she learned that the world she was in and the people she came into contact with were all constructed by various forces.

She cared very much that she was living in the Truman Show.

But now that she learned she was just a character in a book, she didn't seem angry.

"That author is like a Creation God, creating a world."

"But she can actually only create a world and didn't interfere with the direction of that world like controlling a puppet. She is more like a recorder, passing our story to more people to see."

"Let's put it this way, do you remember the Heaven and Earth Fetal Pearl?"

"Naturally I remember."

"That was the only way out I found in an endless dead end; actually, originally, it shouldn't have appeared in our world."

"But it just appeared, and saved me several times. This, presumably, was the person who created this book pulling me in the endless abyss."

"So for me, it's more like a linkage of two worlds breaking the wall. I am very grateful to her for finally giving me a life that fulfilled my wishes."

"This is also why I wanted to come to this world; I also wanted to see her."

Nezha nodded. "Do you need me to help you find her?"

"No need." Tang An stood up and patted her clothes. "The fans, aren't they going to hold a fan meeting for me? They will definitely notify the author herself."

"I think she will come to see me."

"Mm." Nezha nodded and followed her up.

"Alright, that's it, I have to go to sleep."

"Sleep? It's only past one o'clock."

"Only? Do you think I don't need to sleep for beauty just because I'm an immortal? Big straight man." After saying this, Tang An patted her butt and left, leaving Nezha alone in the wind.

Do immortals also need to sleep for beauty?

The next day, early morning, 5:40.

An oversized tricycle stopped downstairs of the girls' dormitory building. Coincidentally, it was almost directly opposite Tang An's dormitory.

"Zeng Leng~"

The sound of an extra-loud electric guitar suddenly rang out.

Tang An bounced up from the bed, "Who? What's wrong? Are we at war again?"

The sound of the electric guitar didn't disappear, but was followed by the sound of an erhu.

Tang An grabbed her messy hair and looked at the three roommates who had climbed up.

"Is someone sick?"

The three of them were also confused and shook their heads at the same time.

"Who is it, not sleeping early in the morning, playing guitar here?" Saying this, they also yawned.

"Let's go, go see if we can make them stop."

Watching Tang Alu and A Ji go down, Tang An lay back on the bed, covering her ears and wanting to continue sleeping.

But clearly, two minutes of communication had passed, and they hadn't communicated well, and the music sounded again.

Tang An recited silently, "Can't cast spells randomly, can't hit people, definitely can't cast spells randomly to hit people!"

But the electric guitar plus the erhu, plus the drum kit, rock music was played directly, she was going to explode!

"Morning, past five, playing rock!"

Tang An sat up angrily, and her style changed, "Can't cast spells, but can hit people!"

"Can cast spells, can hit people!"

"Cast spells! Hit people!"

"Can't take it anymore, even if the Heavenly King comes, he can't save them, I said it!" Tang An rolled up her sleeves and went down.

"An'an, use this." Shen Huaixia had already gone to the bathroom, took out two basins, and gave one to Tang An.

Early in the morning, playing the Water Splashing Festival? Interesting!

"Come!"