"Wright, look how sound Shen Zifan sleeps. With his rippling smile, he must have dreamed of a woman!"

"Boss, you're wrong. The last time I saw Shen Zifan showing such a perverted smile, he was fighting with someone else. Shen Zifan hadn't had a fight with a girl yet, so I guess he dreamed of a man!"

"Do you dare to bet?"

"What are you betting on?"

"A KFC Family Barrel, plus a giant luxury version of Taco."

"I want cheese flavor!"

"Then I want honey mustard flavor!"

"make a deal!"

Shen Zifan was confused, and two endless discussions echoed in his ears, gradually pulling him back to reality from his sleep.

"Are you two enough?" Shen Zifan slowly opened his eyes, and what caught his eyes Finger's chaotic big head and Wright's shaking little head. Shen Zifan's tone was a little impatient, but more helpless.

"You're awake!" Finger brought his huge head, like a swallow's nest, and his big face was unshaven, making it difficult to find a clean corner.

Shen Zifan reached out and pushed Finger's big face away. He said with great displeasure: "Can anyone really fall asleep in the sound of your machine gun-like conversation? I feel like tens of thousands of giant mouth cannons fly into my mind. It can be called a magic sound, okay?"

"We are deeply sorry for the bad feelings that have caused you." Finger pulled Lait and bowed symbolically to Shen Zifan, and then he asked with concern: "So junior brother, tell the truth with senior brother, have you dreamed of a woman just now?"

Finger blinked at Shen Zifan wildly and suggested that he was still gestured with a plump body on his hands, "A woman like this!"

"Senior brother, I'm sorry, my aesthetic view is different from yours. There will be no gourd-shaped women in my dreams!" Shen Zifan said angrily.

"Then are there any men in your dreams, men who fight with you?" Wright asked with anticipation.

"No! Why are you two discussing other people's dreams day by day? Are you all bored?" Shen Zifan turned over and got out of bed and said disgustedly.

"It makes no sense. You must have dreamed of something, otherwise you wouldn't be smiling so erratic, it feels like..." Wright couldn't find a suitable adjective for a moment.

"It's like the spring breeze blowing across Lugu Lake, the autumn rain soaks in Jiuzhaigou, and a faint blush appears on your face, like the ink dots moistened by the God of Love's pen." Finger pieced together sentences and words that didn't know where to look.

"Yes, yes, that's what it means. The boss is worthy of being the boss, and his literary literacy is really high!" Wright patted Finger's flattery, "Simply put, Shen Zifan, have you had a spring dream?"

"You two are really sick!" Shen Zifan looked at Finger and Wright, who were singing and talking. He found that as long as these two were together, he would not be able to keep up with their brain circuits.

"It's unreasonable, then what did you dream of making such a smile? I won five million? Or was we having a French meal on my back?" Finger reasoned, rubbing his chin.

"Tree, I dreamed of a tree, that's enough!" Shen Zifan rolled his eyes, put on his coat and went out.

"Wright, did you hear it..." Finger asked dumbly in the direction where Shen Zifan left.

"Boss, I heard it. Shen Zifan said he dreamed of a tree." Wright also looked at the door where Shen Zifan had nowhere to be seen and nodded.

"Change 'dream' to 'falling in love'. That is definitely not a simple meaningless dream. You also see the expression in Shen Zifan's dream!" Finger said solemnly.

"Boss, do you mean, Shen Zifan fell in love with a tree?" Wright asked scratching his head.

"I have long thought that this kid is wrong. He is not greedy for power or lust. A toned woman is not about his aesthetic taste! His only hobby is money, but he is so greedy, and he is willing to spend 600 US dollars to buy cat food for wild cats. This is wrong, it is too wrong!" Finger said mysteriously, "Has he been hurt in his brain this time? I heard that if a part of his brain receives a heavy blow, this person may have some strange habits."

"No." Wright shook his head, "Shen Zifan's worst injury this time was his foot, and his ankle fibula fractured, but his physique should have recovered almost."

"Then I deeply doubt whether he has some kind of mental illness!" Finger said confidently.

"Do we help him ask Teacher Masashi Toyama to provide psychological counseling for him?" asked Wright.

"I think it's necessary!"

...

"Why are you thinking about coming to Kendo Hall?"

In the Sword Hall, Chu Zihang was wearing a sword uniform and holding a wooden knife while practicing wielding his sword over and over again. He asked Shen Zifan, who was sitting cross-legged beside him watching him practice swordsmanship.

"Don't mention it, it's really bad luck to be Finger and Lat!" Shen Zifan's eyes followed the wooden knife in Chu Zihang's hand and he was about to get up and be furious to the two guys in the dormitory.

"Then I won't talk about this." Chu Zihang contacted him for two thousand consecutive times and finally chose to stop and rest for a while. He walked towards Shen Zifan, and Shen Zifan handed him a glass of water, and Chu Zihang drank it all in one go.

"The sword swinging movement is very standard, and it is not comparable to a wild path like me!" Shen Zifan sighed. Although he didn't know what the standard was, he, with his extremely talented swordsmanship, could fully understand the murderous aura in Chu Zihang's sword intent.

"When I was a child, I learned some in our Youth Palace, and then I practiced every day. As I practiced, I formed muscle memory." Chu Zihang said while massaging his joints.

"I used to practice, but later I found that the wrong path was not as good as the right path, but I could not compare to the right path, so I spent a long time thinking about my sword." Shen Zifan said while rubbing the big black umbrella.

"I don't know if my road is right. What is waiting for me at the end, but the road has come to this point and I can only go like this now." Chu Zihang said.

"Do you need me to verify it for you? I'm happy to act as your whetstone." Shen Zifan moved his joints. He kept watching Chu Zihang's training, which made him feel a little itchy.

"To be honest, I have long been looking forward to fighting you. Since I watched the duel between you and the principal, I often pass that picture in my mind, bringing me to your position at that time, but I found that no matter how I deal with or practice, there is only one result I can get..." Chu Zihang looked straight into Shen Zifan's eyes.

"I will lose faster than you."

"But this doesn't mean you are weaker than me." Shen Zifan stood up and said to Chu Zihang.
Chapter completed!