"Damn it!"
Lin Sheng got out of bed and sat on the edge of the bed. He put his hands into his hair and felt his hands were covered in sweat.
"It's not like I've never died in a nightmare before, but that feeling … it's completely different from before!"
Lin Sheng panted heavily, trying to wash away the impact of death in the dream.
He sat on the edge of the bed and rested for a while. After he calmed down a little, he got up and sat in front of the study table. He turned on the table lamp and flipped through the contents of the book that he had translated earlier.
"In that handbook of swordsmanship, the most important parts are these five pictures. The rest are mostly about experiences and stories. The real explanation of swordsmanship is in these few pages," he mumbled as he stared at the translated materials.
"What the hell … What is that figure?! Can this information really be used? "
"If the information in the dream and the swordsmanship in the dream are things that my brain naturally developed, and if I practice it wrongly, it could cause irreversible damage to my body."
Lin Sheng had heard of people who practiced acrobatics or martial arts before. Due to the wrong foundation and wrong posture, it could lead to physical disability.
He was a little worried that the so-called swordsmanship manual in the dream was actually a disordered knowledge that evolved from his own dream.
Sitting on the edge of the bed in silence, Lin Sheng's thoughts were tumbling, and he could not calm down for a long time.
After a while, he lay down again and closed his eyes. But this time, he could not fall asleep no matter what.
As soon as he closed his eyes, the pain of being killed would come back to him.
This state lasted until dawn.
The sky was just beginning to brighten, and he had to get up. He cooked some noodles with the leftovers from yesterday and quickly ate them. Then, he changed into his school uniform, grabbed his school bag, and went straight to school.
Originally, Lin Sheng thought that his death was just a dream.
But for the entire day, he felt a slight pain in his heart, and there seemed to be a lingering pain in his neck.
After school, he politely declined Shen Yan's invitation to take him to the cassette store and staggered home alone.
Without even eating dinner, Lin Sheng plunged into bed and fell into a deep sleep.
This state lasted for two days, and only then did his spirit slowly recover.
In these two days, he did not have a single dream. It was as if the nightmare was just an illusion.
During this time, his father, Lin Zhounian, thought that he was sick and found a thermometer to measure his temperature. The result was that everything was normal.
In the end, he could only ask him to rest more and not tire himself out. Although the college entrance examination was important, if his body collapsed, everything would be gone.
After not dreaming for two consecutive days, Lin Sheng felt much better.
After dinner, he lay on the bed and looked up at the ceiling without saying a word.
If it weren't for the notebook in the drawer, he would have thought that it was just a dream.
Ring ring ring.
Suddenly, a phone rang.
In the living room, his mother, Gu Wanqiu, approached and answered the phone.
"Chenchen, your sister is looking for you."
Lin Sheng was taken aback. He got off the bed and quickly walked out of the room. He walked to the living room and took the microphone from his mother.
"You didn't even put on some clothes when you got out of bed." Gu Wanqiu touched Lin Sheng's hand worriedly. It felt a little cold, so she quickly went to the bedroom to get a jacket for him.
Lin Sheng smiled at her, put on the jacket, and sat on the sofa with the microphone.
His sister didn't say anything on the phone. She just listened to the movements on the other side and vaguely heard the sound of breathing.
Lin Sheng paused and held the microphone with his other hand.
"Sister, what's the matter?"
"Nothing. I just heard from Mom and Dad that you haven't been in a good state recently. Don't be too tired and don't force yourself too much. Although a good university is important, your health is more important, "his sister, Lin Xiao, said worriedly.
"It's okay, I know. Don't worry, Sister." Lin Sheng calculated the time in his mind. "There are still more than four months before the college entrance examination. I'm not that panicky. It's just that I've been having nightmares recently, so I'm a little tired. "
"Did you read too many nonsensical books?"
"I don't know. I didn't do anything other than study." Lin Sheng pretended not to know.
"Are you … short of money?" Lin Xiao suddenly lowered her voice.
"No."
"Really?"
"Really," Lin Sheng said with certainty.
"Don't force yourself. I'll transfer some money to you. Remember to get it later. You're getting old. Some expenses can't be avoided, "Lin Xiao said seriously.
"No need, really. Sister, you have a lot of expenses on your side …"
"I have enough here. Don't worry. Alright, that's all for now. Just remember to get the money. "Lin Xiao said no more.
She could vaguely hear a female voice calling her from the phone. It seemed to be asking her to help move something.
"I still have something to do here. I'll hang up first." Lin Xiao hurriedly answered and quickly hung up.
Lin Sheng put down the phone speechlessly and looked at the clock on the wall. It was nine o 'clock at night.
Now that he was still working outside, he really did not want to use Lin Xiao's hard-earned money.
But that girl was stubborn. If she said she would transfer money, she would definitely do it.
"Forget it. Let's not worry about that for now. I'll take a good rest tonight. I have to study hard for the college entrance examination tomorrow. "
The college entrance examination in this life was not much different from the one in his previous life.
They were both the key hurdles for students to jump through the dragon's gate.
Once they failed the exam and did not get into a good university, they could only enter various specialized schools and learn to work as a mechanic.
There were many technical schools in Celine, but their status was relatively low. Compared to Lin Sheng's previous life, the quality of the technical schools here was much worse.
If a student could not get into a university and went to a technical school, it basically meant that he was useless for the rest of his life.
There was a huge gap between the social classes here. There were very few technicians who could rise again. In many industries, the wages for simple technical jobs were very low.
Lin Sheng returned to his bedroom and collapsed on the bed. He had already made up his mind to have a good rest and temporarily put the nightmare aside. He had to deal with the college entrance examination first.
He covered himself with the blanket and said goodnight. He closed his eyes and slowly fell asleep.
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"Phew …"
Lin Sheng could hear his own breathing echoing in the spacious room.
He opened his eyes and saw the familiar hall of the manor in front of him.
On the long table covered with a tattered white cloth, there were some silver cutlery scattered all over the place.
"I … I'm here again??"
Lin Sheng's heart sank. He quickly looked to his left and right.
On the left was a wall full of blurry oil paintings. On the right was a large square window. Through the blurry curtains, he could see the mist outside.
He quickly walked forward and soon reached the door of the study. He walked in through the open door.
He quickly saw the scene in the study.
The pages of the large book on the short table were flipped open. Large amounts of words could still be seen clearly.
"As expected, I'm back."
Lin Sheng calmed down.
He did not flip through the Handbook of Swordsmanship. Instead, he left the study and went to the living room.
At the side window of the living room, he gently lifted the curtains and looked outside.
Under the hazy mist, outside the simple walls of the manor was a black forest baring its fangs and claws.
In the courtyard behind the walls, there was a small swing and a few broken wooden benches.
In the corner of the wall, there was something that looked like a hoe.
Lin Sheng put down the curtains and looked at the other windows.
None of the windows could see the direction of the main door.
And that direction was where the black shadow came from.
He paused and stood in the living room for a moment. Then he turned around and began to search the room.
"I need a weapon for self-defense. It's best if it's long and wide so that I can block it! "
Lin Sheng had a clear goal in mind.
He did not want to stay in this house forever. This dream was strange. If he died here, it would affect his body in the real world.
This caused a strong sense of crisis to rise in his heart.
He had an inexplicable premonition that if he was continuously killed by the black shadow, some kind of extremely troublesome change might happen to him.
This feeling seemed to be his body's instincts warning him.
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