It was just past nine o'clock. For young people, this time represents the start of nightlife, while for others, it's already time to go to sleep.

Many people are already curled up in bed, ready to sleep, hoping to be well-rested so they can face tomorrow's tough life.

Guangyou, however, is different from the others. Due to his physical condition, he can only stay in bed, and because he slept too much during the day, he can't fall asleep at all.

This era has its good and bad aspects. The good aspect is that there are too many opportunities, especially for him, a visitor from another world. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to describe it as "gold everywhere".

For example, the previous bar renovation plan, without his involvement, that idea probably wouldn't have come about for several more years.

But the downsides of this era are also obvious. For example, there are very few forms of entertainment, at least for him.

Aside from simple games like Snake, there aren't many apps on my phone to pass the time.

At this moment, Guangyou was leaning against the headboard, holding a pen in his hand and writing and drawing in his notebook. His phone was placed next to his pillow, within easy reach, so he could react immediately if someone called or texted him.

"The taste of saury is something both you and the cat want to know~"

Humming Jay Chou's "Seven Mile Fragrance," the pen in his hand moved like a dragon and a snake across the paper, and before long, the rough outline was finished.

The line drawing is a bit messy, but you can already see the basic shape. If you compare it with the headshots next to the pages, you can find some similarities.

Guangyou was naturally satisfied with the line drawing he had made; otherwise, he would have erased it long ago and wouldn't have left it on his notebook.

That's enough for today, time for bed.

Guangyou decided to stop here today, and talk about the skewing tomorrow, since he would have to stay at home to rest for the next few days and had plenty of time.

He closed the laptop, put it back under his pillow, shifted his body, turned off the light, lay back in bed, closed his eyes, and prepared to sleep.

Outside, the wind and rain raged, and the pattering rain never stopped. Inside, Conan, who was sleeping soundly on the opposite bed, occasionally let out a few snores.

Although Kōyū was lying on the bed with his eyes closed, his mind was very active, and the scene before Ai left unconsciously appeared in his mind.

He was naturally delighted to hear those words from Ai's mouth, and the emotion in her words was spot on—it was exactly the flavor he wanted.

Recalling that time, a smile involuntarily appeared on Guangyou's lips. Before, they only understood each other's meaning, but after Ai said those words, the unspoken understanding between them was finally broken.

"Am I dreaming?"

Guangyou suddenly opened his eyes, turned to pick up his phone and glanced at the text messages. After confirming that he had indeed sent those messages, he calmed down and breathed a sigh of relief, "Yeah, it wasn't a dream."

The experience of coming into this world was bizarre enough that Guangyou still finds it hard to believe.

Although there is a saying that means "to be content with one's lot," he was just an ordinary person who at most had some more tricks up his sleeve and had experienced life and death a few more times than the average person.

But in the end, he was just an ordinary grain of sand in the mortal world.

The original meaning of "随遇而安" is to adapt to one's environment and be at ease no matter what kind of environment one is in.

Living in the mundane world, Guangyou admits he lacks the enlightenment of those living saints; he can only adapt to his environment, but find peace of mind…

It's easier said than done.

Every human being has attachments. If one were to be without desires and wants, aside from the enlightened masters in folk tales who are pure of heart and have few desires, Guangyou really can't think of anyone who could do that.

The emperor's heart was either devoted to the country and its people, or perhaps he was concerned about the three thousand beauties in his harem.

Executives are concerned about whether they can advance to the next level of their positions.

Ordinary people seek a life free from worries about food and drink, and a harmonious and happy family.

But no matter who it is, if you ask them to give up everything and move to a new environment, probably very few of them can adapt to any new situation.

The emperor lost his empire and his beloved, the high-ranking officials lost their titles and salaries, and ordinary people lost their closest relatives.

Even the time-traveling characters in previous online novels were like this.

If one had not been orphaned, had no car or house in their previous life, and had not thrived in another world, no one would accept this fact so easily.

Even after a long time, those time travelers would feel a pang of regret when they recalled their past lives.

Guangyou was different from them; he was worried that everything that had happened recently was just a dream.

He wasn't concerned about his past life, but rather the present, whether it was his close friends or Ai, who was the most special person to him.

I'm always afraid that one day I'll wake up and find that I've just had an extremely realistic dream, like Leonardo DiCaprio's "Inception".

Things were alright a while ago, but after tonight, this feeling has become even stronger.

"Let's confirm it."

Thinking of this, Guangyou reached out and pinched his leg hard.

Suddenly, a piercing pain spread from my leg upwards, finally shooting straight to my forehead.

Guangyou's expression changed slightly, then he nodded: "Confirmed, it's not a dream."

Perhaps it was because the surrounding environment was too comfortable, or perhaps it was because his mind was wandering and he had spent some energy, but after a while, Guangyou finally felt sleepy.

Guangyou yawned, burrowed into the covers, and muttered to himself, "Never mind, I won't think about it anymore. Time to sleep."

Accompanied by a symphony of nature, Guangyou gradually fell asleep.

The rain continued to fall all night...

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For the next few days, Guangyou stayed in bed, writing and drawing in his notebook.

Aside from going to the bathroom and occasionally moving around, Guangyou basically doesn't get out of bed.

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