Chapter 1: Reality! Or Is It a Dream?

Reality! Or is it a dream?

Black clouds spread across the sky like smoke, rain striking the glass with an unsettling sound.

“It’s raining,” a young man suddenly said.

“...” The elderly man in the driver’s seat silently stared out the window, as if lost in thought.

“Adhesion is dropping sharply. Should we release sand, Master?” the young man said.

“Approved. But the sand will likely be washed away by the rain in an instant. Still, better than doing nothing.” The old man pulled the lever, his eyes still fixed ahead.

“Sand release confirmed. Damn... adhesion hasn’t increased. There’s... a risk of derailment!” the young man said, growing agitated.

“Hmm... looks like we’ll be delayed. Slow down. Safety comes first,” the old man replied.

Silence returned. The young man glanced forward unconsciously—cold sweat broke out on his forehead. Amid the rain and wind, he thought he saw... a person standing ahead of the train.

Whoosh! Wu ——！Whoosh! Wu ——————————！

The speeding train roared forward, as if determined to tear the figure ahead into shreds. It was only natural the person would be crushed—yet it did not happen. With a thunderous crash, the train was flung into the air like a child’s toy.

“...Too loud. Too painful... What... happened? My head... it’s warm. Am I bleeding? I can’t move... Am I going to die?”....................................

A few lazy white clouds drifted across the sky; water droplets traced elegant curves as they slid down the glass.

Whoosh! Wu — Zhi ———

“Guh... what... happened? Am I... still alive?”

The awakening boy muttered in disbelief. The dream had left his face slick with sweat, his hair clinging to his forehead and sticking up in a few strands—his brow carried a delicate grace. A clueless fool might have said, “Hey, beautiful, add me on WeChat?” But if anyone dared, Qing Xukong would kick them without mercy.

The boy before him was Qing Xukong. After visiting his hometown, he had boarded the return train alone—all because of his complicated family ties. But none of that mattered now. His phone rang with an odd ringtone; the theme song clearly belonged to a series famous for flying kicks and motorcycle rides.