Han Dong quickly wrote an ancient Chinese text on white paper based on his memory.

Looking at the text in his hand, Han Dong wanted to try to translate it, but in the real world, there was no Xi'an dictionary. The dream ended too quickly and retreated without any time to react. If he wanted to re-enter the dream, he had to wait until he went to bed at night.

"In the real world, it is said that the meaning of more than a hundred Gushi's words is confirmed, and it may not be correct..." Song Jian stared at the Gushi's words he wrote, with a thoughtful expression on his face: "Maybe you can try to translate what this passage means in the real world."

This time, Han Dong recorded the text on the cover of the notebook and the first sentence in it. He couldn't remember it any more.

"The library seems to have several books about ancient Chinese..." Han Dong suddenly thought: "Try to translate it then to see if you can know the content in advance."

After having an idea in mind, Han Dong carefully folded the paper and put it in his pocket.

He was very curious about what this precious item recognized by the so-called nightmare world recorded.

"Maybe it is a martial arts secret book, or a secret legend from ancient times..." Han Dong guessed in his heart, feeling a little excited. In the dark, he felt that his destiny had begun to change.

Resisting the excitement, Han Dong began to put on his clothes and fold his quilts and packed them up. The screams of his sister sounded outside the house, as if calling for breakfast.

The day's daily life is about to begin again, but this time, Han Dong felt that he was no longer as boring as before.

He rushed to the school in a dull way without any disturbances. Song Yu complained a few times. Han Dong ran too fast yesterday and didn't have time to call him, so he went to the game hall alone.

Han Dong then remembered that yesterday, he seemed to have made an appointment with Song Yu to go to the newly opened game hall together, but he put his pigeons on his own as soon as the get out of class was completed.

"Sorry, yesterday I suddenly remembered something very important to do, and I didn't have time to tell you!" Song Jian shook his head and smiled.

"Hey, I'm not losing much anyway!" Song Yu shrugged his shoulders and said indifferently: "I picked three in one match yesterday, and you didn't see my heroic figure of winning streak..."

After some bragging, Song Yu licked his lower lips with unfulfilled intentions and asked, "Did you have a nightmare again last night?"

Han Dong's face stagnated. After hesitating for a moment, he shook his head and said, "It's gone, I slept well yesterday."

"No wonder my complexion looks much better today." Song Yu smiled and said, "By the way, there are physical education classes this afternoon. Are you interested in going to the swimming class? There are many girls in the first year of high school there, with fair skin, beautiful and long legs..."

"Let's talk about it then. The third mock exam will be in two days. Are you ready?" Han Dong asked.

"It's just a simulation, what's the big deal? I don't plan to take the college entrance exam. My dad has contacted me. He went to the factory for an internship as soon as he graduated. After working for a year, he can promote me to a small leader. It's leisurely!" Song Yu laughed, looking like he was not caring.

Han Dong smiled bitterly on his face. Song Yu's family conditions were much better than him. His father was the leader of a large company and could easily arrange him to intern in his subordinate factory. If Song Yu had the ability, he would naturally be able to easily climb to a high position. If he lacked his ability, he would also arrange a more relaxed position.

As the college entrance examination is approaching, there are still many students like Song Yu in the class, most of whom have found a good way out, not just the college entrance examination.

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But for Han Dong, if you want to make a name for yourself, you can only take the college entrance examination.

At this moment, Han Dong couldn't help but think of the classic quotes of "Yellow rubber shoes, cropped pants, professional mage bang Haizhu": "I have died since I was a child, and my family has no choice but to succeed..."

...

Classes, rest, lunch, continue to class, rest, and the day passes like this until the afternoon after school, nothing special happens.

In the afternoon swimming class, while taking advantage of the free time of activity, Song Yu pulled Han Dong and ran out secretly. He watched through the glass in the swimming pool for more than half an hour. After returning, he kept discussing with Han Dong about the freshmen in the first year of high school, especially those girls with outstanding figures and appearances.

"The freshman in the first year of high school this year is really good, and the quality is much better than our class, especially Han Xiaojie, who can't tell when wearing a school uniform, but I didn't expect it to be so informative..." Song Yu pursed his lips, looking unsatisfied.

Han Dong glanced at Song Yu and was speechless. If Song Yu knew that Han Xiaojie was his sister, would this guy kneel down in front of him and call him "brother-in-law"?

...

"Do you go to the game hall? Boxing Wushuang is really fun. I queued for more than an hour yesterday before I got into the game..." Song Yu asked.

When Han Dong heard that it was going to be waiting for more than an hour, he shook his head and said, "It's not too late to go to the library to return books today, otherwise the library will be closed."

"Okay, I've played another new hero these two days. When I'm free, we'll go play together. Then I'll teach you how to make combos!" Song Yu nodded and said.

As usual, Han Dong squeezed on the bus after school. It is now off work time. The whole bus is like a bulging canned Latin fish, and the narrow space is filled with a strange smell.

There were no seats along the way. Han Dong grabbed the handrail above his head and his body swayed rhythmically as the bus progressed.

"Pull in, click in, it's still empty!" the ticket seller shouted.

"Please let me get out of the car, let me go, work hard, work hard..."

"Don't squeeze, don't squeeze, the milk is going to be squeezed out!"

"The next stop at the city library, please prepare passengers who want to get off the bus!"

He wandered all the way to the library. Han Dong walked back along the crowd. He got off the bus and couldn't help but take a deep breath. There were too many people, and the smell on the bus was a little sour and Han Dong felt uncomfortable.

If you don’t want to come to the library earlier, Han Dong would usually wait for another half an hour to avoid the rush hour before taking the bus. Not only does it have a seat, but the air quality is also very good.

When I walked into the library, I first returned the books I borrowed yesterday. The librarian did not raise his eyes. He casually checked for any damage and completed the return procedures. This made Han Dong, who originally thought he would be taught a few words, breathed a sigh of relief.

Then, Han Dong walked towards the area where history and literature were stored, and found a book about Gushiya's words. He took it to a row of tables and stools next to the bookshelf. He first put his schoolbags down, and then carefully studied the book.
Chapter completed!