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At this moment, in the luxurious car of Lan Bo, Chang Wei sat in the back seat with him, feeling uncomfortable all over.
"Uncle Lan, what brings you here to see me?" Chang Wei asked, his voice trembling slightly.
Lan Bo puffed on his cigar and coldly replied to Chang Wei, "I'm here to see if you're dead yet! How are you handling things? Yesterday, Xue already took that kid back to the Lan Family for dinner. According to the old man, they seemed to get along quite well!"
Chang Wei couldn't help but feel puzzled. "The old man gets along well with Wei Yuan? Isn't Uncle Lan having some issues?"
Chang Wei dared not directly say that the old man was senile, but he heard Lan Bo sigh and say, "That's exactly why it shows how useless you are. He can handle a half-crazy old man, and you're still worried he can't win over Xue?"
Chang Wei remembered how the Blue Old Man treated him when he first visited the Lan Family; he almost had boiling water poured over his head. But now hearing how the old man treated Wei Yuan so warmly made Chang Wei grit his teeth even more!
"Uncle Lan, what should I do now? Xue is starting to dislike me more and more, while that kid Wei Yuan is making progress by leaps and bounds. I'm afraid I have no hope left." Chang Wei even admitted the most humiliating thing.
Lan Bo said coldly, "Isn't he just a poor kid? You let him take you down like this? Teach him a lesson; do you think he'd dare approach Lan Xue again?"
"Uncle Lan, you’re not planning to cause a death, are you?"
Upon hearing this, Chang Wei trembled all over. He knew something about Uncle Lan's methods; if Wei Yuan fell into his hands, he wouldn't just be hurt—he might end up dead. While this would naturally satisfy Chang Wei's desire for revenge, it still felt somewhat tragic.
Lan Bo laughed and said, "It won't come to that. A kid like him deserves a few cuts; after that, he'll run away from Xue faster than a rabbit."
At this point, Chang Wei could only force a cold smile and say, "That’s natural; Uncle Lan truly has great methods!"
Perhaps there was some kind of instinct at play; while the two were plotting against Wei Yuan, he was fully immersed in his third-period math class. When the bell rang for class dismissal, he felt completely relaxed!
After organizing his math notes, Wei Yuan laid his head on the desk and fell into a deep sleep. However, during his slumber, he found himself having a very strange dream!
The fourth period was Language class, so Lan Xue didn’t wake him up.
Lan Xue knew that Wei Yuan had always performed well in Language class, especially with his essays often being read aloud by the teacher as examples in class.
At this moment, Lan Xue realized that she had been paying attention to the man beside her who was now asleep. Perhaps it was her youthful modesty combined with Wei Yuan's reluctance to approach her that had kept their lives from intersecting until now!
Suddenly, Lan Xue noticed that in his sleep, Wei Yuan began to move slightly as if he were wriggling like a worm. She initially thought he was just uncomfortable sleeping on the hard desk—a temporary reaction.
However, as time went on, Lan Xue noticed that Wei Yuan began to mumble softly in his sleep and even started sweating on his forehead!
Lan Xue originally thought that Wei Yuan's sleeping habits were just different from those of ordinary people, similar to how some people grind their teeth, talk in their sleep, or even snore and cry. So she didn't pay much attention to it.
Lan Xue gently touched Wei Yuan's forehead with her delicate hand and found no signs of fever. At that moment, Wei Yuan moved, pressing her hand against his face.
Since they were sitting in a corner and not many people were paying attention, Lan Xue decided to let him rest comfortably and didn't pull her hand away.
Who would have thought that as class was nearing its end, Wei Yuan's reactions became more pronounced, mumbling continuously. Lan Xue quickly leaned in to listen to what he was saying, only to suddenly realize that his voice was getting louder.
"Don't! Don't touch her!" Suddenly, Wei Yuan's words clearly reached the ears of the entire class.
At this moment, everyone was confused, and following the source of the voice, they saw Wei Yuan sleeping with his head down on the desk. Lan Xue hurriedly pulled her hand back, only to hear Wei Yuan drag out his words again: "Xue, don't leave me. You won't be in any danger!"
At this time, the teacher's enthusiasm for teaching also waned. The whole class burst into laughter upon hearing his words. However, Wei Yuan remained oblivious, and faintly, the entire class could hear a low, mournful sound escaping him—his voice was sorrowful and melodious!
"What kind of dream is Wei Yuan having?"
"It sounds so tragic; it can't be a spring dream. Could it be that he's experiencing one of the top ten tortures of the Manchu in his dreams?"
Some began to find clues in his words: "You all must be fools; didn't you hear what he shouted? This is clearly a dramatic tale of love and separation worthy of Aunt Qiong Yao's level—a heart-wrenching romance! And judging by how mournful it sounds, it could probably outshine a meteor shower..."
Hearing so many people discussing it, Lan Xue just wanted to wake Wei Yuan up quickly. But he still looked deeply asleep. So she simply held a book up to cover his mouth and realized that his words were already slurred and unclear; she believed not many could understand him.
As the school bell rang signaling the end of classes, everyone dispersed in different directions, leaving only Wei Yuan still slumped over on the desk. Once everyone had left completely, Lan Xue finally woke Wei Yuan up.
"Wait a minute; my legs are numb; I can't move," Wei Yuan said as he stood up and felt overwhelmed.
"You slept in an awkward position; your blood circulation is blocked. You shouldn't sleep during class anymore; you don't know how scary your sleep talking can be!" Lan Xue laughed.
"I talked in my sleep? About what?" Wei Yuan scratched his head in confusion.
Upon hearing this, Lan Xue smiled even more broadly but noticed that Wei Yuan's face had turned a bit red.
"You didn't just talk in your sleep; the whole class heard you."
"What did I say?" Wei Yuan asked anxiously.
Lan Xue blushed and countered, "Aren't you aware of what dream you had?"
Looking at Lan Xue, Wei Yuan couldn't help but explain, "I had two dreams; it should be a dream within a dream!"
"A dream within a dream?"
Wei Yuan noticed that he had piqued Lan Xue's interest, so he continued, "I originally had a nightmare where we were walking together in an alley. Suddenly, someone lunged at me with a sword. I couldn't dodge in time, and then you rushed forward and took the blow for me. That sword pierced through your chest, and I saw you bleeding profusely!"
Lan Xue was immediately captivated and hurriedly asked, "What happened next?"
Wei Yuan looked helpless and said, "Then suddenly the scene changed, and I saw you in my arms wearing white clothes, but there wasn't a single trace of blood on you. I wanted to check your wound, but no matter how I tried to untie your clothes, they just wouldn't come off!"
Upon hearing this, Lan Xue hit his head and said, "What kind of strange dream did you have!"
Wei Yuan laughed and replied, "I was really worried about you. How about you let me see how your chest wound is doing..."
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