My System Forces Me to Live off Women-Chapter 44 - 42: My True Colors Revealed!
Li Peifeng felt for the first time that going to school was a difficult task, almost like going to the execution ground.
This time, Zhao Qingge suddenly sought him out; could there be any other reason besides that dream?
Aside from expressing confusion about the dream he had last night, which seemed so real yet illusory, and wanting to meet the version of himself in the dream to probe for more information, could there be any other reason?
Li Peifeng racked his brain but couldn’t figure it out.
The message on WeChat mentioned something urgent, which he understood as "urgent demise."
But the solution to this crisis was quite simple: firmly deny it, pretend not to know.
What does Zhao Qingge’s dream have to do with me, Li Peifeng? What does marrying and having a child with me, Li Peifeng, in a dream have to do with me?
It has absolutely nothing to do with me!
The Li Peifeng in the dream isn’t me, Li Peifeng. You have no evidence; don’t speak nonsense!!
With this mindset, Li Peifeng entered Zhao Qingge’s office.
"Did you want to see me?"
Zhao Qingge looked Li Peifeng up and down, and after approximately five or six seconds, she slowly spoke: "How’s the paper revision going?"
"It’s almost done, I’ll send it to your email when I get back."
After asking this question, Zhao Qingge fell silent, propping her chin with her hand as if her thoughts were wandering to distant places.
These post-dream aftereffects are pretty severe, so in the future, it’s better to use "Nether Sea’s Breath" less; even if it’s used, don’t drink it.
Li Peifeng waited for more than half a minute, unable to hold back: "Um... advisor? Why did you call me?"
"What did you just call me?"
Zhao Qingge’s previously confused gaze suddenly became sharp: "Say it again?"
"I called you ’advisor’."
Li Peifeng, innocently confused: "What’s going on with you today? Do you not feel well?"
Zhao Qingge stared at him for a long while, glanced at his sleeve, and lightly opened her lips: "The scar on your wrist, you got it from a double fracture from roller skating when you were eleven, right?"
"How do you know?"
Li Peifeng’s pupils enlarged, corners of his mouth twitched, but soon turned into a smiling smile: "Did you hear this from my mom previously? She even told you about this?"
Zhao Qingge furrowed her brows deeply, then said: "Your name was given by your father, taken from ’Free and Easy Roaming,’ meaning to ride the wind and soar nine thousand miles, carrying aspirations of the heavens. Is that right?"
Oh my god, Li Peifeng, you fool, babbling nonsense in your dreams...
His little heart quivered, expression amazed: "It is indeed so, what did my mom talk to you about?"
Zhao Qingge seemed baffled: "These weren’t told by your mom. You might find this hard to believe, but last night I had a dream, and these were told to me by you within the dream."
"Ah? Really? I told you in a dream?"
Li Peifeng’s toes began nervously clawing inside his shoes; yet his face remained full of curiosity: "Seems a bit mystical, are you sure it’s not something you heard from someone previously?"
"I’m sure."
Zhao Qingge nodded: "Everything was told to me by the dream version of you, these things about you I didn’t know before. The dream itself was quite interesting."
Li Peifeng on high alert: "Is that so? What kind of dream was it?"
"Don’t take offense when I say this..."
Zhao Qingge sighed: "I dreamed of holding a knife and chopping you. Each time I chopped you, you’d tell me a truthful thing; I kept chopping, you’d keep talking, until you confessed your entire life story truthfully, only then did I chop you to death. A very peculiar dream."
Li Peifeng laughed awkwardly: "It does sound peculiar, so does this count as a nightmare? Did you call me because of this?"
Zhao Qingge remained noncommittal, stood up, and continued: "I also heard you say in the dream that your grades weren’t good in middle school, you’d get hit by your parents about thrice a week, while they shouted..."
"Maqlu! (Burn!)"
The last word wasn’t from the Dong language, nor any language on Blue Star, yet Zhao Qingge pronounced it crisply and quickly, accompanied by a strange hand gesture pointing at her student.
Magic! This was a fire-type magic attack from the Narnia realm. Would the famous Elemental Master Li Peifeng suffer this?
"RKU..."
Almost instinctively, Li Peifeng subconsciously used a Protective Spell, uttering two notes before realizing something was off and forcibly swallowing, but bead-sized sweat drops still appeared densely on his forehead.
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At 3:40, it was time for class to end, and the entrance of the third teaching building at Beihua Normal University was bustling.
Students stepped out of the building with their books in hand.
But among the crowded tide of people, there were two girls walking against the flow, entering the building. From the entrance to the stairs, no one dared to come within two meters of them, as if they had an invisible "Keep Out" aura surrounding them.
Charisma is a real thing. Through their actions and demeanor, a person can project an aura that imposes sensory pressure and invokes reverence from others.
People with a strong presence often share certain traits: a calm and composed mindset and facial expression, confident body language, and small but powerful and precise movements.
Of course, on top of those traits, standout height and exceptional looks can amplify a person’s presence, much like the two girls in front of us.
The former was about 190 centimeters tall, wearing a gray-blue wool coat, leather heeled ankle boots on her feet, her long legs taking steady strides.
The latter was half a head shorter than the former but still about 180 centimeters with her high-heeled boots. She was dressed entirely in black—black skinny jeans and a black leather jacket left open, a metallic long necklace with a pendant that looked like a knife hung on her chest.
Walking together, these two uniquely appealing beauties were undoubtedly eye-catching, and students who didn’t know them couldn’t help but steal glances, as if they wanted to imprint the sight of the two into their minds.
Meanwhile, those familiar with their past, who had witnessed their conflict on the campus forum, were even more astonished by the scene.
Girl A couldn’t believe it: "No way? Those two, got back together?"
Girl B was even more surprised: "Who... wow! They were at each other’s throats back then, and now they’re walking together again?"
Girl C sneered repeatedly: "Heh, they’re really fickle. Weren’t we North Beihua’s three princess clubs united against Xu Manning, that scumbag?"
Girl D clicked her tongue in wonder: "Wu Wenyue can really tolerate a lot, considering how Manning was acting!" 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝕨𝕖𝗯𝚗𝚘𝕧𝕖𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝕞
A blonde girl with a voluptuous figure spoke in a lowered voice: "Rumors from someone in the ’Chasing Wind Scumbag Girl Group’ say that Wu Wenyue and Xu Manning were seen leaving Jintian City Apartment No. 3 together this morning, and importantly, Li Peifeng also lives in that building!"
Girl A was stunned: "Are you saying the three of them are already living together? Is Li Peifeng playing a key connecting role?!"
The blonde’s eyes glittered coldly: "Not sure, but the ’Chasing Wind Scumbag Girl Group’ says they’ll get to the bottom of this! If the truth is really like that... hmph!"
Girl C scoffed: "It’s definitely a rumor. How could those two possibly live with a guy? Even if it’s School Hunk Li, I don’t believe it!"
"Well, putting aside their previous melodrama, just looking at their looks and aura, they remind me of a TV show..."
"’Campus Storm Part 2: The Gang Leader and the Second-in-command Strategist’s Love and Battle’?"
"Cracks me up, why does the boss keep nibbling her hand, she looks kind of dumb doing that!"
Indeed, Wu Wenyue was nibbling her hand, using both hands to do so.
She held her left pinky with her right hand, placing it in her mouth, biting her nails while surveying the hallway with eyes as sharp as a plainclothes officer searching for a thief: "Are the house purchase formalities done?"
"Yeah, they’re done."
Xu Manning was half a step behind her, with her hands half-stuffed in her jeans pockets. Due to the noise in the hallway, she had to lean her upper body towards Wu Wenyue and casually said: "The house deed is in the backpack."
"Where’s the backpack?"
"In the car... Did he say which classroom?"
"Second floor, here it is."
Wu Wenyue stopped, peering through the glass of the classroom door at the scene inside. Her mouth slightly opened, she touched her nonexistent mustache with her right thumb and forefinger, seemingly feeling something off with the touch, looking a bit dazed: "Li Peifeng became a teaching assistant? Why is he lecturing, and Zhao Qingge is sitting in the front row listening?"
Xu Manning also turned to look, somewhat surprised: "He really is, how did a graduate student start substituting classes, and dares to drag on after the bell?!"
"Wanna go in and take a look?"
"Let’s go!"
The two thought they entered the classroom quietly, but with their height, they inevitably caught the students’ attention. However, Li Peifeng just glanced at them and continued lecturing on the podium.
"Lastly, let me emphasize the assignment. Our class consists of sixty-six people, divided into six groups, each group with ten people. Each group must enter and research respective sites, such as Endpoint, Potato, Thousand Degrees, Female Frequency, etc., and create works on these platforms. There are no genre restrictions, but each group needs to write at least one book."
"Every two weeks, each group must prepare summary materials and have a representative report their research progress in class. By the end of this semester, the final results of your observation and research will be compiled into the annual summary ’Network Literature 2121: Reflecting Objective Reality Through Changes in Mass Literary Aesthetics.’"
"In a few days, Teacher Zhao might invite some well-known online writers to give lectures on how to create online novels. But today’s B... class, will end here."
"Alright!"
"Class dismissed!"
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