Twisted Dreams-Chapter 95 - 67: Li Yang’s Nightmare

Inside the bedroom.

A dense Demon Power emanated from Chen Yuqi.

Her appearance changed.

Spiral horns protruded from her head, and wings grew from her waist.

The whole person exuded a sense of nobility.

Suzu looked at the Fallen Angel posture of Chen Yuqi, her eyes filled with jealousy.

Why so big?

Chen Yuqi chanted a spell, and a black Hexagram Array appeared out of thin air. Milky white power surged from the Hexagram Array and entered Li Yang’s forehead.

A strong feeling of drowsiness hit, and Li Yang fell onto the bed and into a deep sleep.

...

’Ring ring ring...’

The lunch break bell rang, and simultaneously sharp pain struck, awakening Li Yang.

Li Yang looked up at everything in front of him.

Blackboard, desks, students.

Is this in the classroom?

He turned his head, looking at the boy hitting him on the head with a dictionary.

The boy cursed angrily:

"Idiot! You’ve been babbling about magic all noon!"

Li Yang was stunned:

"Qi Xinhang?"

Qi Xinhang’s anger had not subsided:

"Desire Magic Jar, Demon Club, Death God, you’re playing the middle-schooler role, huh?

You babbled all noon and wouldn’t let anyone rest!"

Li Yang stared blankly at his own hands.

Chen Yuqi said he would have a nightmare, and now he is in this dream?

If there are any unbearable memories, it would only be this period.

A past major illness left Li Yang’s memories of many things hazy, including high school.

Subconsciously, Li Yang knew those were the darkest three years of his life.

"Hey, Qi Xinhang, wanna take one?"

A voice came from the doorway.

Zhang Peng, in his basketball uniform, walked into the classroom.

He was a sports student, preparing for a competition, and had just finished training at noon.

Qi Xinhang grudgingly got up:

"Damn, couldn’t sleep well all noon, bad luck."

Zhang Peng came closer:

"What’s up, Brother Hang?"

Qi Xinhang pointed at Li Yang and grumbled about Li Yang talking in his sleep at noon.

Zhang Peng chuckled:

"That’s easy—just vent it out to feel better?"

Qi Xinhang rolled up his sleeves:

"Fine, let’s beat him up."

Zhang Peng waved his hand, took out a photo from the desk, and flaunted it in front of Li Yang.

Li Yang was stunned.

The elderly person in the photo was his grandmother.

Memories flooded his mind like a tide.

After his parents died in an accident, his grandmother raised him.

The family was poor, and after his grandmother died, this was the only photo left.

At home, apart from his grandmother’s portrait, there was only this photo with her, holding his young self.

Li Yang understood Zhang Peng’s intentions from his actions, and instinctively said:

"Give it to me!"

Zhang Peng smiled gleefully:

"Other people’s goddess is the school’s beauty, your goddess is an old hag, so amusing.

Let me correct your taste, mate."

Zhang Peng clicked the lighter, and the flames engulfed the photo.

The only photo with his grandmother vanished like that.

He reached out to grab the photo, only to be met with Zhang Peng’s fist.

Zhang Peng made a move, and Qi Xinhang also pulled Li Yang’s hair and hit him.

At this moment, Li Yang was just a weak sheep from high school, not the chairman of the Demon Club, nor the Death God ruling over the South Sea.

Punches were painful on his body, but they couldn’t hurt more than the heartache.

It’s a feeling akin to someone stabbing you, then after you sew up the wound, they tear it open the same way.

Li Yang fought back.

Zhang Peng and Qi Xinhang froze.

Never did they expect Li Yang would dare to fight back.

"Son of a b..." Zhang Peng’s curse was stuck in his throat.

Zhang Peng and Qi Xinhang saw that glint of cold hatred in Li Yang’s eyes.

That gaze unexpectedly aroused their fear.

Is this the gaze of someone who has killed?

How could Li Yang have such terrifying eyes!

Is this still the same Li Yang?

They instinctively backed off.

The classmates saw the commotion, and Zhang Peng and Qi Xinhang felt ashamed.

A furious voice rang out from the window:

"What’s going on!"

It was the homeroom teacher Sun Lin, a thirty-five-year-old woman without a boyfriend.

Her sharp gaze swept the room, her eyes gleaming with disgust when she saw Li Yang:

"Li Yang, come to my office!"

...

Inside the office.

Sun Lin sat in a chair, berating Li Yang.

Li Yang couldn’t hear what she was saying.

His mind was muddled.

Demon Club, Desire Magic Jar, these things were being forgotten, as if that was just a dream.

Many people have this feeling.

Clearly dreaming a supposed unforgettable dream, but after waking, everything in it quickly fades.

Sun Lin slammed a lesson plan against Li Yang:

"Asked you something, yet you’re daydreaming!

Do you know what you did wrong?

Fighting! How dare you!"

Li Yang was pulled back to reality.

He remembered this woman vividly, and would never forget.

During his grandmother’s illness, just starting high school, he wanted to study hard to cheer her up.

At that time, seats weren’t assigned, and he sat in the front, listened attentively, and performed well academically.

Sun Lin one day told him, go sit at the back, between Qi Xinhang and Zhang Peng.

The reason was, Li Yang was honest and just quietly studied.

To separate the troublemakers Qi Xinhang and Zhang Peng, who talked during class, from one another.

She didn’t care if Li Yang’s studies declined, just wanted a quiet class during leadership inspections, to avoid penalties.

Thus, Zhang Peng and Qi Xinhang stopped talking in class and instead bullied Li Yang.

Li Yang said:

"They started hitting me first."

Sun Lin crossed her arms, sneering:

"Why did they hit you?

One hand can’t clap alone, understand? Maybe look for the reason in yourself."

Actually, Sun Lin just didn’t dare confront the troublemaker duo.

No amount of talking worked, and their families had money, making her cautious.

Li Yang chuckled, looked at Sun Lin as if watching a fool:

"As a people’s teacher, shouldn’t you be a materialist?

One hand can’t clap alone?

How come such idealistic talk comes from you?"

Sun Lin was infuriated:

"Get out! Bring your grandmother to school!"

Mentioning his grandmother, Li Yang fell silent.

She didn’t know his grandmother had passed away.

Back then, he was truly stupid.

When the teacher called parents, his frail grandmother actually would wobble to school to apologize.

Both he and his grandmother followed the traditional respect for teachers.

Follow tradition?

Following tradition to the letter is worthless!

Do those setting rules follow tradition?

Would Qi Xinhang and Zhang Peng, who ingratiated themselves to Sun Lin, stick to tradition?

Those exploiting loopholes often lived better than those who followed tradition.

Sun Lin, seeing him silent, thought she had him cornered, snorted contemptuously:

"Fine, no parents then, but you’re not allowed to fight back if hit.

You’re part of the class, contribute to class order.

Understood?"

Li Yang mocked Sun Lin:

"In the face of class order, you’re like a mother dog in heat."

Sun Lin was utterly infuriated, while Li Yang’s head spun worse.