Chapter 4 Has the Power Increased?

  "I..."

  Just as he was about to lose his temper, the system's prompt tone came again.

  "Attention all players, your game time for today is about to run out. Please make preparations to log off."

  The world in front of him suddenly warped and distorted, and the sound at this moment also became less real.

  Qian felt that he had a very strange dream, in which he went to a place called "Infinite World", where it seemed to be a virtual game, and something about blacksmithing happened.

  Dreams are often remembered in general terms or a small part of them, and few people can recall an entire dream.

  It suddenly occurred to him that his memory of this dream was extremely vivid, and every small detail could be remembered clearly, as if these things had really happened.

  With both hands supporting the bed frame, trying to sit up straight, Gan Jing suddenly felt a slight numbness in his arms, and all the muscles in his body were emitting aching groans.

  This feeling, as if it only appeared when Rodariques teacher ordered himself to run around the school fifty laps at the fastest speed just after entering the campus, and after waking up.

  Compared to the muscle soreness after running laps last time, this time's muscle soreness is even more severe. From head to toe, there isn't a single muscle that doesn't ache, and the tiger mouth area feels like it's on fire, as if I was holding a knife and fighting with an instructor who shook my wrist.

  Just as he lifted his arm with a dry force, he found that his arm had become wet at some unknown time. Sweat seemed to be attached to his skin like oil.

  It wasn't just his arms, but soon discovered that his chest, back and every inch of skin on his body had been sweating profusely.

  Jumping out of bed, lifting the quilt, and finding that both the bedding and sheets are soaked with sweat. If a friend were to enter the room at this time, they might think it's a case of bedwetting rather than...

  "Alright, I said..."

  Luolin pushed open the door again, and his two eyes were quickly attracted to the wet sheets and quilt, his open mouth quickly turned into an O shape.

  It's over! Qianjin saw Luo Lin's expression and suddenly guessed what his good friend was thinking, which was exactly what he had just thought to himself.

  "Roland, things aren't as you think they are."

  "I know, I know." Luo Lin nodded repeatedly, his tone full of the flavor of trusting a friend, but the smile on his face clearly told Qian Jin that he would never believe his explanation even if he was beaten to death.

  "This is just a dream I had while sleeping! I broke out in a cold sweat!" Qian Jin explained hastily, pointing to the bed. He had only recently become a suspect in a crime on campus, and he couldn't possibly have turned into someone who wets his bed overnight, could he?

  "I know, I know." Luo Lin retreated a little towards the door: "Qianjin, when people are under intense mental shock, it's said that such situations can occur. Wetting the bed is also forgivable..."

  No sooner had he finished speaking than Luo Lin turned around and withdrew from the room, carrying a string of evil smiles to distant places.

  He stormed out of the house, initially wanting to loudly explain himself again, but then thought better of it. What's the point of explaining anything? After all, he wasn't really a bedwetter! Besides, they already thought him a long-faced criminal, why bother worrying about being called a bedwetting warrior too?

  "Let's wash the sheets first, that's the priority." Qian Jin quickly took down the sheets and comforter, tossing them into a wooden basin as he rushed to the water source: "They're soaked with sweat, how can anyone sleep in this? Speaking of which, why am I aching all over? Am I subconsciously trying to get stronger, so I'm even training myself in my dreams? I'm really too hard on myself! If the principal doesn't give me a scholarship, even the great God of War will look down on him and punish him."

  Self-relaxation, self-encouragement, and being optimistic about everything. This has been Qianjin's life motto since leaving his family, except for the unfortunate event of being framed for a crime, he had never been depressed or overwhelmed by anything.

  Walking through the long corridor, I saw a dormitory room with over a dozen people packed inside, making loud noises and occasionally shouting slogans, as if there was some kind of competition going on, which had just entered its most intense phase.

  "These energetic guys. It's better for Professor Rodriguez to train you all to the ground."

  He walked briskly, talking to himself, all the way to the water source. Occasionally someone would point at him, but he pretended not to have seen anything at all.

  That day, the hat that fell from the sky and stunned me was not a real secret. At that time, which of my classmates didn't see it clearly? It was an event that happened once in a hundred years. The news had already spread to many students' ears.

  Today, the water source was empty of other people. Qian Jing slowly crouched down, his leg muscles could feel that they were not lacking in strength, but the soreness still made him slow down his descent.

  A wooden bucket was dropped into the well, and with a light swing of the handle, it pulled up a bucket of clear water. With one lift of his left hand, he filled the wooden bucket to the brim...

  Huh? Gan Jing held up the wooden bucket filled with water in front of his eyes. Although lifting this bucket of water was not tiring before, why did it feel especially light today? The wooden bucket that was clearly filled with water, how come it felt like it wasn't filled with water at all?

  "Was it the training in my dream that worked?" Gan Jing didn't think much and poured the light water into the wooden basin, lowered his head and scrubbed the sweat-stained sheets, suddenly seeing a pair of feet not far in front of him.

  These are a woman's feet! Gan Jing can be very sure of his judgment, the white cloth shoes are simple and unadorned, giving off an inexplicable sense of closeness. Following the straight small legs upwards, what enters one's line of sight is a black, wide, and long monk's apprentice robe.

  A magician! Oh, no! Kanji quickly corrected his perception. The girl with huge glasses and a huge hat that covered most of her face, making it impossible to see her features, was wearing a magician's robe that was almost as big as she was, completely covering her figure. Only the gray-white magic wand emblem on her chest revealed her identity as a magical apprentice.

  The short-statured magic apprentice also held a wooden basin in his hand, only smaller than the one Gan Jing was holding, with a few pieces of clothing scattered inside.

  What was originally a good mood, ended up seeing a disgusting scene, I just want to say one sentence, indulging in your own territory and not managing it is no different from doing whatever you want yourself. What's the difference with being a prostitute on the street?

  Forget it, I won't say anything else. Some people you try to befriend with good intentions, but they don't even consider you a decent person. It's really not worth it, not worth it at all. Those big villains are actually more interesting, at least they know what it means to have principles and boundaries.

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