Chapter 440: Wishing for a Good Dream Tonight

"Finished editing."

Chen Shu clapped his hands and said to Brother Jiang, "Send it to your teacher to check. Even if there are omissions, they will be very minor aspects; you can just edit them yourself. If there's anything you really can't figure out, you can come find me again."

"Thank you, Brother Chen."

"Eh~~"

Chen Shu made a sound of resistance: "Roommates are like fathers, no need for such words."

"Uh..."

"Brother Chen, is that Chen Jiaoshou who gave a lecture in the auditorium a while ago your father?" Meng Chunqiu asked Chen Shu.

"Yeah, what about it?"

"He spoke very well! A true scholar's demeanor!"

Meng Chunqiu felt admiration and longing, his heart a mix of emotions—he had always wanted to become that kind of person, knowledgeable and able to discuss the winds and clouds of history with a smile. Of course, he also wanted to have a certain level of fame worldwide, and every time he gave a lecture, the seats below would be packed with people.

Unfortunately, the path of cultivation had stifled his talent.

"You went to see it too?"

"I found the video online later to watch, the complete video. Tsk tsk, your father seemed to take me back to that era when civilization first began." Meng Chunqiu couldn't help but reveal a look of fantasy, "Battling in all directions, unifying the world, creating writing, expanding territory, establishing civilization..."

"Why didn't you go see it in person?"

"Sigh! It makes me angry just thinking about it!"

Meng Chunqiu slapped his thigh: "That day I went to Yuan'an Temple to practice Spell, and I was delayed on the way back. I estimated I would be late, so I specifically picked a post on the forum to ask if Chen Jiaoshou's lecture had started and if it was full. Someone told me it hadn't, and it wasn't full, telling me to hurry over. They even told me that Chen Jiaoshou would reveal shocking secrets about the Xia Dynasty Imperial Family bloodline and the founding of the Buddhist and Daoist sects, which made my heart itch..."

"And then?"

Chen Shu blinked his eyes as he looked at him.

Beside him, Jiang Lai was also staring straight at him, feeling that Brother Meng's expressions were vivid when he spoke, just like a storyteller.

"Then I rushed over! But when I arrived, the student union members at the door told me the lecture had already started for over ten minutes. Plus, more people had come than expected, so it was already full inside. Fearing they would disturb Chen Jiaoshou's lecture, they weren't letting anyone else in."

"Wasn't that person messing with you?" Chen Shu was filled with righteous indignation, "Our school actually has people like that?"

"Who's to say!" Meng Chunqiu paused, then sighed again, "But it's my fault too, I was delayed on the road; I should have set an alarm."

"Oh, what's past is past."

Chen Shu patted Brother Meng's thigh and comforted him: "Don't be too angry, it's not worth it."

"Many thanks, Brother Chen." Meng Chunqiu bowed solemnly to Chen Shu, "But I'm not angry anymore; I've already secretly cursed him."

"Eh! That's not necessary! He might have done it unintentionally. After all, who has nothing better to do than lie to you for fun? Maybe right after he sent that to you, a bunch of people came in and took the seats, and the lecture started immediately, right?" Chen Shu paused, "Besides, even if he did lie to you, he only made you run for nothing. Regardless, since you came back late, you wouldn't have made it to Chen Jiaoshou's lecture anyway."

"Hmm, that makes sense." Meng Chunqiu nodded repeatedly, deeply agreeing, and couldn't help but exclaim, "Brother Chen's magnanimity exceeds my expectations."

"By the way, what did you curse him with?"

"That he finds a girlfriend who is frigid in the future."

"..."

"What's wrong, Brother Chen?"

"Nothing."

Chen Shu waved his hand.

The three chatted until ten o'clock at night, when Daily Cultivation stopped them, so they had to wrap up and return to their respective rooms.

After washing up, Chen Shu began to tidy up the bedroom.

Having not lived here for over half a year, the bedroom was very empty. Fortunately, the bedding and such were still there. He took them out of the closet and spread them out. There was a slight smell of dust, but shaking them out made it much better; staying for one night was not a problem.

Chen Shu lay on the bed, took out his Mobile Phone, opened WeChat, and found Qingqing pinned to the top.

Chen Shu: /Coming to tease you

Qingqing replied almost instantly.

Qingqing:...

Chen Shu: Did you miss me?

Qingqing: Not to that extent

Chen Shu: How does it feel to sleep alone?

Qingqing: It's fine

Chen Shu: Are you not used to it?

Qingqing: I've slept alone for twenty-four years

Chen Shu: Understood, you are now in pain inside, unable to hide your longing for me, tossing and turning, unable to sleep. But don't worry, I'm only staying in the Dormitory for one day on a whim. My heart is still with you, and I will come back tomorrow to continue favoring you.

Qingqing: You're overthinking it

Qingqing: Without you, it's much more peaceful

Chen Shu: /Not listening, not believing

Qingqing: I even have an extra hour of reading time

Chen Shu: You have no feelings! You have no heart!

Chen Shu: /Pointing finger

Qingqing: /Yawn

A heartless woman.

Chen Shu couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth.

Just then, a message came from the silly group.

"Buzz buzz."

Chen Shu switched over.

Yan Keling was complaining about being tired from editing her thesis.

Before Chen Shu could even speak, someone jumped out.

Grandmother Senior Sister always says: Writing a thesis isn't that easy; it's normal to have many mistakes the first time you write one.

Grandmother Senior Sister always says: I suggest you find a graduate from a previous year you're familiar with, preferably a senior brother or sister who has received an excellent thesis award, and let them guide you.

Grandmother Senior Sister always says: I also spent a lot of energy back then to achieve this excellent thesis that shocked the whole society.

"Good fellow!"

Three messages in a row; first, she exaggerates the difficulty of writing a thesis to increase the gold content of her own excellent thesis, paving the way for later, and second, to explain her previous behavior of using a ruler to check formatting. The second piece of advice seems sincere, but it immediately becomes a springboard for her to show off.

Typing really fast.

Qingcai Keke: Then where can I find a senior brother or sister who has received an excellent thesis award?

Grandmother Senior Sister always says: Far away in the sky, right before your eyes.

Haoran: That's right, it is precisely me.

Grandmother Senior Sister always says:???

Grandmother Senior Sister always says: Haha, don't believe him. I am the real, legitimate winner of an excellent graduation thesis, and I've even been on the trending list. Hurry and invite me to guide you all. No need for 998, no need for 888, just a few sweet words praising Grandmother for her divine skills that cover the world for ten thousand generations, unifying the world.

Grandmother Senior Sister always says: Unifying the world.

Qingcai Keke: The dagger is revealed at the end of the map, as they say.

Grandmother Senior Sister always says: Bah! You silly Qingcai! Is your thesis finished? Have you revised it? Do you need Grandmother to help you?

Qingcai Keke: Passed on the first try.

Qingcai Keke: Not a single error.

Zhaoye Qing:.

Qingcai Keke: You retract that.

Qingcai Keke: /Pointing with a Sword

Grandmother Senior Sister always says: hhh, a large-scale bragging session caught in the act.

Grandmother Senior Sister always says: Qingqing, justice for the sake of righteousness.

Grandmother Senior Sister always says: xswl.

Qingcai Keke: Anyway, it passed on the first try, and I've already bound it. According to my advisor, even if the format changes again, I'm not paying them any mind.

Grandmother Senior Sister always says: Keep bragging.

Grandmother Senior Sister always says: I don't believe a single punctuation mark of yours.

Qingcai Keke: I can swear to the Sword Master.

Grandmother Senior Sister always says: It's beneath me to even acknowledge you.

Grandmother Senior Sister always says: What about the others? Are there any more who need to write a thesis? Hurry up and come out to beg Grandmother to guide you! I'll make them all into excellent graduation theses!

Grandmother Senior Sister always says: @Beauty with Eight-Pack Abs @Jiang Lai

Jiang Lai: Thanks, no need. Brother Chen just came back and helped me fix the format along the way. I sent it to my advisor, and the advisor said it's okay for now, telling me to print it out tomorrow and bring it to him to pick out errors carefully.

Beauty with Eight-Pack Abs: Wow!

Beauty with Eight-Pack Abs: Senior Brother Chen is so good!

Jiang Lai: Mm.

Jiang Lai: And it only took half an hour.

Beauty with Eight-Pack Abs: So amazing!

Grandmother Senior Sister always says: /Expression complex

Haoran: @Gate of All Wonders

Gate of All Wonders: Here.

Gate of All Wonders: Donor Ji-Ba, you can ask the excellent graduate from last year, Grandmother Senior Sister, to help you revise it @Beauty with Eight-Pack Abs

Gate of All Wonders: I imagine it won't take half an hour, right?

Beauty with Eight-Pack Abs: /Pity /Pity /Pity

Grandmother Senior Sister always says: I have something to do, logging off first.

Haoran: /Eating melon seeds

Gate of All Wonders: /Eating melon seeds

Chen Shu couldn't help it either and clicked a "+1".

Daily Cultivation.

The night grew deep, and the bright moon hung above the dome.

Ning Qing was wearing light-colored silk pajamas, leaning against the headboard, holding A Book in her hands, looking down and reading quietly.

On the 1.8-meter bed, she only occupied half of the left side, the other side was empty, and while she was reading, her peripheral vision couldn't help but fly over there.

It's strange to say.

Usually, when Chen Shu was here, he was like a monkey, either turning over to hug her, moving around on the bed, playing with his Mobile Phone to make some noise, or deliberately disturbing her reading. Even when he was asleep, he was very restless, always tossing and turning, always coming to hug her and then letting go, always putting his legs on her, one moment facing her and the next with his back to her; in short, he caused some trouble for her reading and resting.

And he always delayed her one hour of reading time.

Today he wasn't here, and it was indeed much quieter, but for some reason, she was actually a bit unaccustomed to it.

She even planned not to sleep tonight.

Once one's cultivation is high, the need for sleep decreases; many High-level Practitioner sleep just for enjoyment. And she had the Night Person Bloodline; Night Person themselves are nocturnal and have very little sleep time. Combining the two, her requirement for sleep was even lower.

Usually, sleeping was also an enjoyment for her.

As for today, it's better to read.

"Human hearts..."

Ning Qing thought this, and her finger turned another page.

Her mobile phone was resting to the side, flashing with messages, but it neither rang nor vibrated.

Until it went ding-dong.

Chen Shu: Good night.

Ning Qing: Good night.

Chen Shu: Sleep well even when you're alone.

Ning Qing stared at the mobile phone for a while, her gaze flickering, and in the end, she closed the book and turned off the bedside lamp.

May there be a good dream tonight.

Ning Qing lay down.

……

Zhang Suannai sat up abruptly.

She had just had another dream...

No! She had two!

Damn it, it was actually a chain dream!

The first dream was Muscle Girl finding her and begging her to help revise her thesis, but her own thesis had been revised by her little sisters, and her word processing software skills were still stuck at using a ruler to fix formatting, so how could she help Muscle Girl revise?

This made her so anxious...

Cold sweat even came out.

Dreams always develop toward the worst possible outcome—

Unexpectedly, she in the dream was even more brain-dead than in reality; in order not to lose face, she actually found a shop online that helped people revise theses.

Without a doubt, it was botched.

When she got it back, the plagiarism check rate was 100%.

Dreams always develop toward the worst possible outcome.

Muscle Girl's half a year of hard work was ruined in an instant, and she cried her heart out, while she herself no longer had the face to stay in the group. Occasionally, when she greeted the two group members next door, or ran into group members while shopping in Yujing City, everyone pointed at her, saying it was her who ruined Muscle Girl's five years of university.

If not for the fact that she had developed a certain resistance to this type of dream over the past few years, she would likely have been woken up by the surprise on the spot.

The second dream reached March.

Somehow, Muscle Girl's thesis was fine again; it and Chen Shu's thesis were both rated as excellent theses, and they shocked the whole world.

After reading them, the principal wept bitterly, stating these were the best theses he had ever seen in his life, and he directly awarded both of them a Doctoral Degree. After seeing them, netizens online went from a Children School dropout education level to passing the adult Great Exam and getting into university.

This was not even the main point.

The main point was that, as the winner of last year's society-shocking thesis, it was quickly dug up that she couldn't even fix the formatting, that friends had helped her revise it, and that she had referenced a large number of opinions from senior brothers and sisters during the writing process.

Comparing the two, the real damage was done.

Zhang Suannai finally couldn't take it anymore and woke up.

"Hoo!"

So it was just a dream.

Zhang Suannai let out a solid sigh of relief.

With a flick of her finger, with a swish, she used Spirit Power to pull open the curtains; through the window, she saw the east had already turned a fish-belly white, the neighbor's courtyard was quiet, and only two sparrows were standing side-by-side on the persimmon tree that had just sprouted tender buds, both with their eyes closed.

"Sigh..."

What she said to her master back then was right—

That person was indeed her nemesis.

Zhang Suannai wiped away her sweat, threw off the quilt, and got up.

She couldn't sleep now anyway, so she might as well wash up, sit for a while, go buy breakfast, bring a portion for the neighbor and her former roommate, and then it would be time to go to work.

This month, she is Zhang, the coach at the Sword Hall.