Chapter 0001: Ten Thousand Worlds in a Dream (1 / 2)

Chapter 1: Dreaming of the Ten Thousand Worlds

Standard indoor tennis court at Renaissance Tower at first light.

The floodlights lit up the court as bright as day, and two high school-looking people, a man and a woman, stood at opposite ends of the court.

The boy holding the ball glanced at the young girl in the t-shirt and skirt tennis outfit in the diagonal corner, then tossed the tennis ball vertically into the air with his left hand.

As the lemon-colored tennis ball began to fall, he tiptoed lightly on his toes, his body slightly sideways in a standard fish leap, while his right hand swung the racket and snapped at the tennis ball.

“Pop!”

With a heavy muffled thud, the tennis ball flew like a bullet to the opposite corner, landing precisely in the effective zone about two meters away from the young girl.

The young girl’s black gem-like pupils slightly shrunk, her well-proportioned body deftly leaned forward, and her tight and slender legs then violently exerted force to take a step forward, and at the same time, her arms were all fired to strike at the incoming ball.

And yet it was still a step too slow.

The ball grazed the edge of her racket.

Another ace ball!

The young girl was exhausted and half-kneeling on the ground, her chest rising and falling rhythmically, her white knees were already bruised, and even the slightest bit of blood was seeping out.

Jade faceted beautiful face but written with unwillingness, tied pill head hair is also messy, a few strands of green silk with sweat sticking to the corners of the mouth, messy with a cold temperament.

Counting this set, she, who has stepped into the professional ranks, has been taken down in five straight sets.

In this case, boys fucking really a talent – in the face of such a beautiful sister, in the strength of completely crushing the situation, hard a ball did not let, but also directly to the abuse of blood, can do this kind of thing to the people, look around the world can not find a few.

This is a vivid illustration of what it means to “hang with strength, why let”.

Sure enough, singles are all about strength.

Happily, though, this one . As if he had thought of something, the boy finally put down his racket, walked over to the young girl, and extended his hand to her with a smile and a very gentlemanly manner.

Straight men have had a revelation of conscience or have they realized the true nature of male-female relationships.

Oh, not really, he was just showing a QR code on his phone.

“Transfer money.”

He said lightly to the girl, his smile beginning to reveal poverty.

The young girl then remembered that they had a bet before, whoever lost would transfer a thousand dollars to the other.

Although only know one day, but in the end they have been classmates, also thought that there is always a bit of love in the …… did not think that in the end it is still a transaction.

This is a male student with no feelings.

But the young girl’s pretty face didn’t show anything; the experience of professional competition had given her a big heart, and a small embarrassment wasn’t enough to ruin her composure.

Scanning the code to pay, she’s willing to gamble.

The boy collected the money, and when he looked at the young girl again he was bored, so he left her, exhausted and with bruised knees, and headed for the exit without emotion.

Obviously, such a person would never have a girlfriend, and it’s debatable whether they even have friends.

“Hey”, the young girl couldn’t help but shout at the back figure, “You’re a pro ball player too”

The boy stopped, paused for a second, and said, “A long time ago.”

“A long time ago but you were about my age!”

“Well …… in my dream I probably, played tennis for a thousand years.”

“In, where are you coming back tomorrow, let’s bet again!”

“Not coming, it’s too tiring to earn your money.”

Outside the door, came the boy’s lazy voice.

……

Gu Yun walked out of the dugout with his hands in his pants pockets, walking nonchalantly under the dim streetlight, the orange streetlight stretching his shadow.

There was already soreness in my arms and lower back and stomach, so it was true that my body was not yet fit for such strenuous exercise.

But since I stopped dreaming, and after these six months of conditioning, my head doesn’t hurt anymore, and my body and spirit are much better than before, so getting back to normal should be a quick thing.

He has been dreaming since he was five years old, and unlike ordinary people, each of his dreams is a complete lifetime.

Now that he was eighteen years old, he dreamed two or three dreams every night, counting that he had dreamed more than 10,000 dreams in these ten years, in other words, that would be more than 10,000 lives, hundreds of thousands of years of survival history.

Probably because his brain couldn’t handle the amount of memories, he started to get headaches from the age of six, and they got worse with the passage of time.

By his freshman year of high school, he had progressed to the point where he couldn’t tell reality from dreams and talked nonsense every now and then, so in the eyes of many, he was a fool.

His old man took him to see all the famous doctors at home and abroad over the years, but did not see the effect of not to mention the good factory is also yellow, but also owed a butt of debt.

Gu Yun had thought that he would die young in the infinite switching between reality and dream world until half a year ago.

That day the peach was young, full of spring colors, and the young girl was dressed in white with a long sword.

The sword came out without a sound, that a white practice like a rainbow like a brocade, the cold aura of the tip of the sword is as dazzling as the sun, and as gloomy as the moon ……

That was his last dream.

……

Gu Yun flipped through his cell phone, and the thousand wool that he had just gleaned from the little girl had already arrived.

See the time is not too late, he pondered whether to go where to glean a little more, otherwise next month can not pay back the money of the second uncle’s family, the old man again have to go to the door to lick the smile, is also strange and pathetic.

In the opera “Peach Fan” written by Kong Shangren in the Qing Dynasty, there is a phrase that says, “I watched the vermilion building rise, I watched it feast guests, and I watched it collapse”, and Gu Yun has heard it many times, and each time he has a different feeling.

He has been through the ages, he did see countless times the building collapse, glory and wealth, power and fame, are nothing more than in the closed eyes and open eyes between the rise and disappearance of the phantom idea, the so-called yellow sorghum dream is just like this.

So despite accumulating hundreds of thousands of years of experience and ability, he would never try again in his life.