I will swear to protect the beauty with my life

Chapter 917 Dreaming

After all, Fang Wuwei and Ikeuchi Maki were there, and neither of them wanted to lose, so Class 3-4 had no chance of winning against them.

Class 3-4 was crushed, but no one was surprised... Whenever there was a class team competition, standing opposite Class 2-3 and seeing those two on the field, anyone would feel a deep sense of powerlessness and despair.

Why are these two so terrifying? We're all human, so how come they're so strong? And all-powerful? Why...?

Many students, and even teachers, had this question lingering in their minds, but no one could figure it out. The question, however, did not dissipate and quietly took root in the hearts of many. But Fang Wuwei and the others were unaware of this, and continued to shine in the sports festival.

In team competitions, Nanase Kujuku will definitely arrange for Fang Wuwei and Maki Ikeuchi to compete, and as long as these two compete, it can be said that the gold medal is secured. In individual competitions, Nanase Kujuku will also let Fang Wuwei compete to win a gold medal.

Although Fang Wuwei didn't want to show off, the more than two hundred self-criticisms he owed had been wiped clean as agreed. However, Ms. Kujukuri had always treated him well, so out of consideration, he would occasionally show off his skills.

Walking on the balance bridge, crossing the acupressure mat, pushing the ball, Marseille—whenever he was on the field, Maki Ikeuchi and Yuta would join in the fun. And whenever the three of them were on the field, they would invariably come in first. Gradually, this confused the students from other classes, and not only the students, but also the teachers.

The teacher from the next class even said that if you encounter these three on the field, you can just surrender and not hold them accountable...

But Nanase-sensei was different. She stood out completely among the dejected teachers, and her smile was impossible to hide.

With Fang Wuwei and Ikeuchi Maki, two capable guys, she's sure to win a lot of gold medals. The more gold medals she wins, the more bonus she'll get... The year-end bonus is within her grasp, easily within her reach!

Ms. Nanase was happy, but the other teachers were extremely worried... The enthusiasm and competitive spirit of the students in the other classes had been almost completely dampened by those two.

Fortunately, Fang Wuwei wasn't really interested in this. Apart from showing off his skills at the beginning, he gradually stopped going on stage. In fact, he didn't like the feeling of performing and showing off in front of everyone, and he didn't need to deliberately show off.

Aside from being called upon by Ms. Nanase to participate in the class team competition, he declined all individual fun events and simply found a quiet corner to enjoy his rare leisure time.

Ever since the school's iconic ginkgo tree was struck dead by lightning, the principal planted a much smaller ginkgo tree next to it. The school's name includes the word "ginkgo," and the ginkgo tree he struck dead was planted in the year the school was founded, making it a very significant tree. Now, with a new sapling, it can be seen as a continuation of that tradition. Fang Wuwei is lying on his back in the sparse shade of this tender sapling, using his arm as a pillow, gazing at the still bustling crowd on the playground in the distance.

After he left, the students from the other classes immediately realized that the mountain that had been weighing on their heads had disappeared, and the invisible dark cloud that had been hanging over the field suddenly dissipated. They were immediately in high spirits, determined to avenge their defeat. The dejected atmosphere was swept away and replaced by a renewed fighting spirit and an eager excitement.

Fang Wuwei didn't care at all. He even felt a little bored; the warm autumn afternoon sun made him feel lazy, and drowsiness gradually crept in.

"Ah, Dongfang Jun, you're here too."

A gentle, soft, and slightly lazy voice came from the side. Senior Sister Huixiang, holding her signature little sheep pillow, walked slowly to the tree with her ever-present serene smile on her face and sat down next to Fang Wuwei.

Seeing him lying on the ground doing nothing, he chuckled and said:

"Are you here for a nap too?"

"Nap?"

Fang Wuwei turned his head to look at the tree trunk next to him. He was lying in the shade of the tree, away from the crowd, on the ground. He did look like he was about to go to sleep.

But taking a nap now is really nice, and there's nothing wrong with lazily slacking off for a while.

"Just sleeping like this won't do, here, take this~"

As she spoke, Senior Sister Huixiang took out a pillow and two small blankets from her spatial bracelet. She then handed them to Fang Wuwei, lay down herself, covered herself with the blankets, and slowly closed her eyes.

Do you always carry so much stuff with you?

"Hmm~ There will always be someone who needs it. It's not a bad thing that people like to take a nap."

Senior Sister Huixiang said this with a smile, her voice already tinged with sleepiness. Fang Wuwei chuckled softly, did not refuse, put the pillow under his head, covered himself with a small blanket, and slowly closed his eyes.

The weather is lovely today. The late autumn afternoon is cool and pleasant, almost too good. The sun is warm but not scorching, and a gentle breeze blows under the shade of the trees, carrying a cool but not cold feeling. In the distance, there is a slight commotion of people, which only makes the tranquility of the place stand out even more.

Fang Wuwei also grew sleepy and slowly drifted off to sleep.

But soon an unexpected situation arose. Fang Wuwei, who had planned to get a good night's sleep, was suddenly awakened from his dazed state and gradually became clearer.

When Fang Wuwei opened his eyes again, he found himself not lying under the ginkgo tree, but sitting in the magnificent and silent temple, high on his throne.

what happened?

Although he had just been sleeping, Fang Wuwei was now fully conscious. As his consciousness spread out, the familiar, hazy feeling he encountered made him realize instantly that he was dreaming.

In his dream, Fang Wuwei was dragged into a temple. Without even thinking, he knew who was behind it. He immediately frowned, propped his head up with his hand, and sat on the throne, not daring to make any rash moves.

He knew that the world's consciousness had used dream entry on him and modified his dream into a temple, but after that, it completely returned control of the dream to him.

He didn't know what the world consciousness was doing, or why it suddenly pulled him from his dream into the realm of gods, but he believed that the world consciousness must have its reasons for doing so.

Therefore, Fang Wuwei simply waited silently. The dome above the throne was carved with flowing thunderclouds, and it was completely silent. Soon, the unique, slightly ingratiating, ethereal voice of the World Consciousness began to echo in the empty temple without warning.

"Dad... oh no, eldest son, I brought the things to you..."

Before the words were finished, the sound, along with its faint echo, came to an abrupt end, as if it had been swiftly erased by something.

Meanwhile, on the smooth, mirror-like ground in the center of the temple in front of Fang Wuwei, a swirling, hazy mist suddenly appeared without warning. It was like a large, indistinct ball of fog, churning and twisting like a living thing, converging, its colors indistinct and chaotic.

Then, a person suddenly tumbled out from inside, falling to the ground in a disheveled state, and remained there for a long time without getting up.

Fang Wuwei had never seen that person before. He could only tell that she was a woman wearing a long robe. Judging from the style and pattern, it should have been quite valuable, but now it was mostly damaged, covered in dust and dark bloodstains, and looked tattered. The woman was also covered in wounds and sores.

The man fell to the ground, his body trembling violently from the pain and exhaustion, breathing heavily and laboredly. He looked badly injured. Fang Wuwei didn't know who the man was, but his gaze was fixed on the object the man was clutching tightly in his hand.

It was a small flag. Although the man was covered in blood, the flag was spotless and brand new. More importantly, it exuded an aura of divine power, extremely strong.