The sunlight was like a crimson mist that slowly rose from under Li Yao's feet, causing him to fall into a warm and fuzzy dream.
Until now, he was still not fully awake. He could not tell whether he was in reality or in a dream.
However, the impulse, passion, and strength in his heart were quickly fading away — it was a feeling that was hard to describe, but every man knew. It was like the physical and psychological cooling after the eruption of passion.
Ding Ling Dong, Floating Spear City, the train on the Wasteland, the Xing Yao Federation, the cultivators, the tide of demon beasts … The images that were incomparably clear a moment ago were now mottled, as if a receding tide had disappeared into the depths of his brain cells, covered by the memories of the real world.
His hands, which were so light that they were about to burn a moment ago, were now as heavy as cold granite. He could not even lift them up, let alone make all kinds of dazzling joint movements.
Apart from the drawings in the notebook, there was simply no evidence to prove that he had encountered strange things. And these drawings … were they really drawn in the early hours of this morning? Could it be that he had remembered wrongly and had drawn them a few days ago?
Li Yao looked at the calculator and the radio that were in perfect condition. Did he really disassemble these two electronic products into parts and then reassemble them?
Or, did he just take a nap and have a dream?
Li Yao lightly tapped on the calculator.
A few black numbers suddenly popped up on the dust-covered LCD screen.
Li Yao's pupils suddenly constricted, and his breathing became difficult.
He remembered very clearly that this calculator had been broken for a long time. No matter how he pressed it, it could not display any numbers. It was not a valuable item, and he was too lazy to fix it, so he just threw it in the corner of the desk.
How could it be …
Could it be that the electronic components had malfunctioned because of the dampness, so he just put it in the corner and ignored it. Gradually, the insides of the calculator dried up, so it was naturally fixed?
"I've decided!"
Li Yao suddenly slapped the desk and stood up. "I should brush my teeth and wash my face. I should be refreshed. I should go out and have a good breakfast, and then … come back and continue sleeping!
"Sharpening the axe will not delay the work of cutting firewood. It seems that the mental pressure in the past few months has been too great, and it has almost made me mentally ill. Today, I should properly recharge my energy and restore the vigor of the past. From tomorrow onwards, I will absolutely not look at these messy things, and I will not have any strange dreams. I will face the reality and work hard! Struggle! Fight hard! "
The plan was perfect.
But Li Yao went back on his word again.
He really couldn't be blamed for his weak willpower.
The novel "40,000 Years of Cultivation" was really too strange.
Every time, he would repeatedly tell himself that he would only read one chapter, read the last chapter, and never read it again. However, his hands and eyes seemed to be controlled by a mysterious force. His brain and heart also seemed to be under the control of a Gu. One chapter after another, he couldn't stop.
Li Yao's entire soul was attracted by the novel. The world of "40,000 Years of Cultivation" had become a terrible black hole. Not only did it swallow his energy, but it also swallowed his time and life. Often, when he looked up, it was still noon. He lowered his head and read two chapters. When he looked up again, it was already seven or eight o 'clock in the evening. He was shocked and was about to close the webpage. However, when he turned to the back of the webpage and read a few pages of comments, when he looked up again, it was already one or two o' clock in the morning!
During this period of time, Li Yao experienced quite a few times where his passion flared up and he was impulsive to the point where he had nowhere to vent it. It was definitely not the phenomenon of overflowing with energy that ordinary teenagers were very familiar with, and it was even more impossible to solve it by using his hands and enjoying himself. He madly drew, madly dismantled, repaired, and reassembled. The notebook that was originally used to record dreams was now filled with densely packed drawings of characters, scenes, and magical equipment structures. There was also the map of Jiangnan University Town that Li Yao was currently in, as well as the entire Jiangnan City. He had even unconsciously designed quite a few escape routes. Even if there was an entire army chasing him from all sides, he would still be able to calmly escape through the underground tunnels.
God only knew if the maps and escape routes were accurate or not.
God only knew why he was drawing these things!
He couldn't even tell whether he was reading '40,000 Years of Cultivation' or dreaming that he was reading a novel. One time, when he was so engrossed in the novel that the veins on the back of his hand protruded and formed a weird pattern of flames. Then, a tiny flame popped up on his finger and lasted for about half a second!
It had to be a dream, right?
Otherwise, his eyes must have been playing tricks on him. Spontaneous human combustion had long been exposed as pseudoscience. Could it be that there really was such a thing as superpowers in this world? Hahahaha. It was impossible!
Li Yao shook his hands and continued reading.
He had already read the first four or five hundred chapters. Just as Zhao Kai said, the first and second chapters were completely different in style. The Flying Star Sector, Iron Plateau, and the Blood Demon Sector at the end were all brand-new worlds and all kinds of bizarre concepts in front of him. He was dazzled and exclaimed in delight.
"Vulture Plan? It sounds familiar. I think I've heard it somewhere before. Aya. Why are the engines so noisy outside? Speaking of which, what is the content of the Vulture Plan exactly? Why does it keep me guessing and whetting my appetite? I really want to find the author right now and punch him in the stomach so that I can dig out all the treasures in his stomach! "
"Li Yao! Li Yao! "
Yu Xin was calling him.
Li Yao was slightly dazed. He heard the hubbub and the laughter around him.
"Are you kidding me? It's not every day that Boss invites you to a meal, and you're not showing him any respect at all? You're only half drunk, and you're reading a novel again?"
Yu Xin shrieked and smashed a bottle of cold beer in front of Li Yao's face. "No way. Drink as punishment. Drink as punishment!"
Li Yao blinked and finally moved his attention away from the novel. He looked around.
This was a "housefly restaurant" that could be seen everywhere around the university town. The environment was not very good, but the food was good, the price was good, and the taste was strong. It was most popular among the university students.
It was graduation season. Many brothers, sisters, and couples had spent a few unforgettable years. Soon, they would go their separate ways and go their separate ways. Before they left, of course, they would drink until the sky was dark. They would hug each other and cry their hearts out. Therefore, it was the best season for housefly restaurants.
The shop wasn't big, but the seven or eight tables were packed full. There were also many people sitting in the open air outside, enjoying the breeze, drinking wine, humming a tune, clinking glasses, and laughing merrily. It was very lively.
Li Yao thought about it carefully. Well, his illness was acting up again.
Today was indeed the day that Zhou Ping, the boss of the dormitory, invited his brothers to have a good gathering. Zhou Ping had found a good job in an investment company. The basic salary was high, the benefits were good, and the promotion channels were smooth. In the economic crisis, this was the "hardest employment season." This year was quite lucky.
However, Li Yao, Zhao Kai, and Yu Xin, who also did not find a job, were not jealous of Zhou Ping's luck.
Usually, Li Yao, Zhao Kai, and Yu Xin would call each other by their names. However, Zhou Ping was recognized as the boss.
First, Zhou Ping was two years older than them. He had experienced a lot of hardships before he was admitted to university. His skin was dark and rough, and his temperament was mature. He looked like a middle-aged man in his thirties or forties.
Secondly, in this mediocre second-rate university, Zhou Ping was a very rare "top student". He spent almost all of his university life in the classroom and the library. Before he even graduated, he had already obtained several very valuable certificates.
Third, Zhou Ping took good care of everyone. Although he did not speak much, he was very down-to-earth and sincere. If they needed help, he would never hesitate. He indeed had the demeanor of a big brother. He had a younger brother and a younger sister at home, so he was the boss!
Fourth, although Li Yao, Zhao Kai, and Yu Xin were not rich second-generation heirs, they did not have any burdens at home. At most, they had to start from scratch. However, Zhou Ping's family was much more difficult. His father was bedridden when he was young. It was said that he had spent a lot of money on medical fees and owed a lot of money. He had to rely on his mother to work alone. It was really like splitting a copper coin into two halves. These two years, with his scholarship, it was slightly better, but only "slightly."
Under such circumstances, Li Yao and the other two were not jealous that Zhou Ping had found a good job. Instead, they were happy for him from the bottom of their hearts.
Originally, according to Li Yao and the other two, Zhou Ping did not need to treat them to this meal. The brothers appreciated their good intentions, but they would still go "Dutch" later.
However, Zhou Ping stubbornly insisted that today's meal had to be treated by the boss. He was usually taken care of by the brothers, so he could not just eat and drink for free during his four years in university. He still had some scholarships, so if anyone wanted to go Dutch, they would not give him face.
The four of them ordered a table full of delicious dishes. Zhou Ping also very boldly ordered a carton of beer. However, it turned out that none of them were good drinkers. Before they even finished half a carton of beer, all of them were red in the face and ears. Just as they were about to slip under the table, Li Yao picked up his phone again. After looking at it for a while, he forgot that he was still eating and drinking.
"You're not right. The boss is treating you to a meal and you're still so absent-minded."
Zhao Kai was also a little drunk. He held his belly and tapped his chopsticks. "I'm a little regretful that I recommended you to read '40,000 Years of Cultivation'. No matter how good it is, it's just a web novel. It's just a pastime when you have nothing to do. You're so engrossed in it that you've been absent-minded for several days and nights. It's really a little scary."
"Yeah, Li Yao, is it necessary? Is it that good?"
Yu Xin continued, "Look at your frightening appearance. I also turned back and flipped through two pages, but I still couldn't see anything good. It's just an ordinary novel. Is it necessary to make it look like you … like you're possessed by a ghost?"
"Possessed by a ghost?"
Li Yao put down his phone and touched his cheek. "What do you mean?"
"You don't know how you look when you read the book."
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