I have a dream

Seven o'clock in the morning.

The streets are bustling with people, vendors set up stalls on the roadside, and the aroma of breakfast wafts into every alley.

The city that had been sleeping for a night came alive again, but it was a pity that this vitality did not reach Class 9 of Grade 2.

The energetic sound of reading drifted in from outside the room, further highlighting the lifelessness of the class.

The students slumped over their desks with expressions of despair on their faces, like flowers that were snapped in half before they could bloom in full bloom in the morning sun.

As for the fact that high school students sleep less, students did not take it seriously at first.

It was just a little less sleep, which was not a big deal. In Parnaki, sometimes in order to carry out tasks or practice, they often did not rest for three or four days and still remained energetic.

This certainly relies on powerful magic, but it is also inseparable from strong mental strength.

Although his well-tempered physique and powerful magic power are gone, his mental strength and will that came with them are still the same.

——Students thought it was easy, but reality is always crueler than imagination. On the first morning back on Earth, all those who thought they could easily adapt to the students' daily routine were collectively slapped in the face.

Why am I so sleepy! It's as if I haven't slept for hundreds of years, and my whole body is filled with longing for a quilt and a bed.

The reason why the need for sleep in Parnaky decreases is because we get older and we sleep less!

Now that I have returned to my student days, my body has become fragile, my sleep requirements have increased, and my mental state has also become decadent.

It can be said that it fits the stereotype of contemporary students very well.

When Rui Hang entered the classroom on time, what he saw were rows of students lying on their desks, like dehydrated fish, completely drained of energy.

"Wake up." He knocked on the podium: "Give me some student energy!"

"Teacher Rui, you didn't even get up!" Su Mingya raised her head with difficulty, looked at the tofu pudding and tea eggs in Rui Hang's hand, and made a sharp complaint: "Did the alarm ring and you didn't get up?"

Rui Hang: “…”

He coughed awkwardly and decided not to continue the topic. He waved at Zhou Xun and said, "Zhou Xun, come out for a moment."

Zhou Xun seemed to have expected Rui Hang to call him. As one of the few students in the class whose mental state was still normal, he nodded, and even trotted out of the classroom in a hurry.

"Hey, Rongyu, what happened to your leader?" Su Mingya, who was sitting in front of Rongyu on the right, turned her head, her obsidian eyes full of curiosity: "He looks quite happy."

As a somewhat (?) autistic assassin, Rong Yu rejected getting along with outsiders, but the students in Class 9 were never considered outsiders. Although he was not good at speaking, he took a deep breath, held his breath for a long time, and tried to utter four words: "I don't know.

"Eh? I thought he would tell you everything first." Su Mingya smiled and said, "Your leader treats you like his own son. I thought he would invite you to live at his house yesterday."

Rong Yu pursed his lips, feeling a little embarrassed by Su Mingya's teasing: "Captain, you know I won't agree."

"You two brothers have such a good relationship." Hearing this, Su Mingya showed an envious look: "I wish my brother could be half as obedient as you."

Lin Yuan, who was sitting in the front row of Su Mingya: "......"

He turned around with an indescribable expression: "Squad leader, you really are worthy of being the Saint of the Elf Clan."

Su Mingya: "...Thank you?"

Lin Yuan: "...You're welcome."

Seeing Su Mingya's puzzled expression, Lin Yuan's mouth twitched slightly, and he turned to Rong Yu and said, "To be honest, why don't you just live in my house? I've been alone in my house for a long time, and we've lived together before, so you don't have to worry about not getting used to it."

As partners in the same mercenary group, Rong Yu's expression was visibly much more relaxed when facing Lin Yuan compared to when he was communicating with Su Mingya.

He shook his head and refused: "No, I...it's okay."

As they were talking, Zhou Xun, who had been called out of the classroom, finally came back. With a relaxed smile on his face, he walked straight to Rong Yu under the gazes of several people, looking very happy: "From today on, we are roommates."

Rong Yu was stunned for a moment: "...what did you just do?"

"Yes." Zhou Xun easily understood Rong Yu's meaning even though the other party had only said half of the sentence: "Teacher Rui called me out just now to tell me that she had already processed the application procedures for accommodation for me."

Rong Yu blinked his eyes. Although he didn't say anything, the change in his eyes was enough to reveal his confusion.

"I went back yesterday and discussed it with my parents, and they also thought the accommodation was good." Zhou Xun said, "Remember to go back and pack up at noon. Teacher Rui applied for an empty dormitory for us, and there are only two of us living there."

After that, he ruffled Rong Yu's messy hair and asked, "Did you sleep alone in the classroom all night yesterday?"

"I..."

"Don't try to hide it from me." Zhou Xun deliberately put on a stern face: "I asked the people in your dormitory, and they said you didn't go home at all yesterday."

"...I didn't sleep in the classroom." Rong Yu lowered his head, revealing the whorl of hair on his head. He looked very well-behaved, like a docile black cat: "Teacher Rui and the teacher in the health room said...I was not feeling well...I slept in the health room."

After making sure Rong Yu had a good night's rest, Zhou Xun finally felt relieved after a night of worry: "You can rest assured from now on."

Rong Yu opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but when the words came to his lips, he didn't know how to start, and his heart was beating faster and faster.

The team leader is such a good person, he is worthy of being the good brother that I want to follow all my life!

Rong Yu's cheeks flushed slightly, and she was praising Zhou Xun crazily in her heart.

Lin Yuan took in all the interactions between the two and whispered "What a shame".

Isn’t it enough to have a squad leader who has low emotional intelligence? Why is it that my best brother is also an unromantic person?

Thinking back to the time when Rong Yu, who was not good at speaking, always referred to himself as "Captain" and "Big Brother" in Parnaki, with an expression of respect on his face as if he were an elder, he couldn't help but shed a tear for his own captain.

It was also thanks to their team leader who took the initiative to forcibly rekindle the red line between the two of them.

Being homosexual is good. If you date secretly at school, the teachers and principals won’t find it strange and can even invite you to live together.

Lin Yuan thought about the possibility of inviting Yu Zhi to live in the same dormitory...

I’m afraid the whole school will be notified.

Lin Yuan couldn't help but sigh again, killing this idea in the bud.

Alas, gender difference is troublesome, you have to be prepared for everything!

"...Squad leader." Lin Yuan turned around and looked at Su Mingya seriously.

"What's wrong?"

"You elves..." He gestured in the air: "Is there any potion that can turn me into a woman?"

Su Mingya: “???”

"No need for medicine." Bai Luo, who was sitting at the right back, came over with a smile: "Earth's technology is so advanced, just cut it off... Hey, I'm just joking, don't start to think about it seriously!"

...

Wang Shuyue was sitting in the art classroom, holding a paintbrush in her right hand, trying to add a few more strokes to the still life painting in front of her.

The painting should have been completed yesterday, but with Yu Zhi's departure, I don't know why I couldn't put any more paint on this painting even though it was almost done.

Still can’t draw today?

She watched her hands rise again and again, but eventually fell down again. Her heart was a tangled mess, and the more she tried to sort it out, the more tangled it became.

Wang Shuyue sighed and put down the paintbrush resignedly.

Ever since she met Yu Zhi yesterday, she has never been able to calm down.

He is just an ordinary student, why does he always make her so uneasy?

The encounter with Yu Zhi was born during a substitute class. At that time, she did not have much impression of this thin and inconspicuous girl, and just perfunctorily asked the students to copy a still life for a class, and was ready to leave when the bell rang.

Just as she was walking out of the classroom, a voice full of uneasiness and anxiety stopped her.

"Teacher, I tried to draw it. Can you please help me see if there is anything wrong with this picture?"

To be honest, the painting is not very outstanding. You can see that he has some artistic skills, but not much, and it is full of self-taught style. Compared with those students in the art class who have been learning to paint since childhood, this painting can only be described as "immature".

But it was more serious than any homework Wang Shuyue had ever seen.

From that day on, she began to try to teach Yu Zhi how to draw. Due to time constraints, she would only look at her paintings, point out problems, and teach her some basic knowledge.

Yu Zhi absorbed the knowledge like a sponge. Her paintings became better and better, her skills became more and more sophisticated. More importantly, she worked hard enough.

This is a good seedling.

Wang Shuyue thought.

Unfortunately, no matter how she tried to persuade Yu Zhi's family, they were still firmly opposed to Yu Zhi's choice of art class.

"Our Xiaozhi is going to take the civil service exam in the future. Can painting help her pass it?"

Yu Zhi's mother said this on the phone.

From that day on, Yu Zhi came to the art classroom less and less often, and painted less and less often.

Without enough practice, no matter how talented you are, you will just be lost in the crowd. What Yu Zhi said to me was indeed too fantastical.

"Teacher Wang, I'm here."

Yu Zhi's gentle voice interrupted Wang Shuyue's sorrow. She turned around and gave Yu Zhi a faint smile.

Yu Zhi seems to have changed a little from yesterday. Her long hair, which used to be tied up, is now scattered behind her, adding a touch of literary and artistic atmosphere to her, and also making the contours of her facial features softer, making her look full of sacredness.

The word "holy" should not be used to describe a middle school student. But Yu Zhi's calm eyes and smiling lips always reminded Wang Shuyue of the image of the Virgin Mary in the church.

...I always feel that Yu Zhi has become much more beautiful recently.

Wang Shuyue thought to herself, and her gaze shifted from Yu Zhi's face to her hand - a carefully wrapped rectangular object.

Is this the painting that Yu Zhi wanted to show me?

As Wang Shuyue took the painting handed over by Yu Zhi, she thought: I might as well take this opportunity to persuade Yu Zhi to give up painting if she wants to choose the normal college entrance examination.

But when her eyes fell on the screen, she could no longer make any sound. It was as if her head had been punched hard, and all her thoughts were thrown out, leaving only a blank and deep shock.

She had never seen such a painting before. Just one glance could make her fall into overflowing emotions, as if it had magic power and she couldn't look away. It was not until a long time later that she slowly came back to her senses from the intense trance, and the astonishing details of this painting were spread out before her eyes.

Whether it was the delicacy of the brushstrokes, the painting techniques, the use of colors, or the overall composition, none of them could be evaluated with her current limited knowledge.

With her own level... no, even a professor at an art academy can't draw such a stunning work!

"This...is this your painting?"

There was still some ink on the painting, and such rude words should not come from a teacher. But the standard of this painting really made it impossible for her to believe that it was really created by a student.

The technique of this painting is amazing enough, but what is even more amazing is the emotional expression of this painting.

How could a seventeen-year-old student who had experienced some things but was not very experienced paint a picture that was full of love, nostalgia and relief, as if an old man in his twilight years was reminiscing about the past?

"If the teacher doesn't believe it..." Yu Zhi was not offended by Wang Shuyue's doubt. She swept her eyes across the classroom and fell on Wang Shuyue's unfinished work.

She raised her hand and pointed at the painting.

"Can I speak on it?"

Wang Shuyue hesitated for a moment, then nodded and agreed to the request.

Yu Zhi smiled at her, then picked up the paintbrush and devoted herself to painting.

With just a few strokes, the whole painting seemed to be infused with vitality and suddenly came alive.

At this point, any words of doubt disappeared in the face of the skills displayed by Yu Zhi.

Yu Zhi put down her paintbrush, turned around and looked at Wang Shuyue with a smile, like a silent oil painting.

"Teacher Wang." Yu Zhi spoke softly, her eyes seemed to be able to see through people's emotions: "You said before that the studio you invested in has a quota for the provincial competition. May I ask if my painting is eligible to participate - of course, in the name of your studio."