Chapter 1: Reality! Or is it a dream?

Reality! Or is it a dream?

Smoke-like black clouds spread across the sky, and rain striking the glass panes made an unsettling sound.

"It's raining," a young man said abruptly.

"..." The old man in the driver's seat stared silently out the window, as if pondering something.

"Adhesion is dropping sharply. With this weather, let's release the sand, master?" the young man said.

"Approved. The sand released would probably be washed away by the rain in an instant. Never mind, it's better than doing nothing." The old man pulled the lever, his eyes still fixed ahead.

"Confirming sand release. Damn... adhesion hasn't increased. There's... a possibility of derailment!" the young man said, slightly agitated.

"Hmm... looks like we'll be delayed. Reduce speed. Safety is paramount," the old man replied.

Everything returned to silence. The young man glanced forward inadvertently. Cold sweat began to bead on his forehead. Amidst the mingling of rain and wild wind, he seemed to see someone standing in front of the train!

Hoo! Wooo—! Hoo! Wooooo——————————!

The speeding train roared forward, as if to tear the person ahead into pieces. That person would be crushed into fragments by the train; that was only natural. But it didn't happen. With a tremendous boom, the train was flung into the air like a child's toy.

"... So noisy, so painful... what... happened? My head... feels hot. Am I... bleeding? My body... won't move... Am I going to die?"....................................

A few lazy white clouds scattered across the sky. Water droplets slid down the glass, leaving graceful curves.

Hoo! Wooo—Squeee—

"Guh, what... happened? Am I... still alive?"

The awakened youth muttered in disbelief, his face covered in sweat from the dream just now. His hair clung to his forehead with a few strands sticking up. At first glance, there was a touch of delicacy between his brows. If some carefree fellow were to say, "Beauty, add me on WeChat?", Qing Qing Xukong would without hesitation kick him.

The youth before him was named Qing Qing Xukong. After visiting his hometown, he boarded the train alone to return. All of this was due to his complicated family relations, but that didn't matter now. His phone rang with a strange incoming call melody; the theme song of this series must have been very skilled at flying kicks and riding motorcycles.