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Lin Tianyou slowly opened his eyes, his head pounding as if a thousand horses were trampling inside it. Each heartbeat felt like a hammer striking his skull, sending waves of dizziness through his consciousness.
The room was dimly lit, heavy curtains tightly drawn. However, morning light seeped through the cracks like a sharp blade, mercilessly cutting through the darkness and piercing his retina.
He gasped sharply, his brow furrowed tightly. His hands instinctively pressed against his temples, trying to suppress the intense and searing pain.
But in the next moment—
A violent churn erupted in his stomach, a wave of nauseating stench crashing over him like a tide!
“Ugh… no—!”
He had no time to think. He quickly turned to the side, propping himself up on the edge of the bed, and opened his mouth to violently retch onto the floor!
“Gah—!!!”
Thick gastric acid mixed with remnants of last night’s alcohol surged out in waves, splattering onto the expensive carpet. A sour odor instantly filled the entire room.
Lin Tianyou gasped for breath, drenched in cold sweat, his throat feeling as if it were being scorched by flames, causing him to grimace in pain. He took deep breaths but only inhaled more of the stifling air laced with the smell of vomit, making him feel queasy again, nearly on the verge of throwing up once more.
“…What the hell happened last night?”
His memories were like a soggy puzzle, fragmented and chaotic, impossible to piece together.
He struggled to sit up straight against the headboard, staring blankly at the ceiling as he tried to get his mind back into gear.
Last night… the bar… Huang Haoran…
The mysterious and charming man— they had talked for a long time at the bar, drinking a lot of alcohol...
Lin Tianyou remembered sharing his dreams and energy theories, those inventions ridiculed and ignored by the mainstream scientific community...
Huang Haoran always smiled and nodded, his deep gaze suggesting that he truly understood and believed in him.
Then...
The scene began to blur and fragment, memories flashing back one after another—
In the dance floor, neon lights flickered wildly, and the deafening electronic music shook their bones. He and Huang Haoran swayed indulgently in the crowd, a mix of alcohol and sweat enveloping them, as if the entire world had been reduced to this moment of revelry.
Several alluring women approached, giggling and passionately moving beside them. He remembered reaching out, touching smooth, delicate skin, feeling the intertwining of decadence and desire...
Suddenly, the scene took a sharp turn—had they stumbled into someone else's territory?! A few men in black glared at them, shouting angrily before taking off in pursuit!
"Who the hell are they?!"
Lin Tianyou pressed his forehead hard, trying to grasp the details, but all the images flickered like shadows in thick fog, disjointed and difficult to piece together.
He only remembered—
He and Huang Haoran were running wildly down the street, their steps unsteady. They laughed hysterically as they ran, as if everything was just an absurd farce.
Huang Haoran even patted his back at that moment, laughing heartily as he said—
"Hahaha! Brother, this is what life is all about!"
"What the hell kind of night is this?"
Lin Tianyou gasped, raising his hand to shield his eyes, trying to calm himself down.
His head throbbed painfully, feeling as if it were being pierced by countless needles, each pulse sending waves of agony through him. The nausea in his stomach surged like a tide, making it nearly impossible for him to stand.
"Damn it..."
He slowly crawled out of bed, his legs weak and unsteady, swaying as he made his way to the small coffee table beside him.
On the table lay several unopened bottles of mineral water. Trembling, he reached for one, popped the cap with a sharp crack, and without hesitation, tilted his head back and gulped it down.
The cold water slid down his throat, providing a slight reprieve to his burning stomach.
He took a deep breath but still felt dizzy, so he leaned against the sofa and stared blankly at the tabletop. It was then that he noticed—
A letter lay quietly on the coffee table.
"…?"
Lin Tianyou furrowed his brow and reached for the letter. The paper was thick, clearly not just a hastily written note but something deliberately prepared.
He tore open the envelope and pulled out the letter, his gaze gradually focusing on the few lines written there—
"Lin Tianyou, remember to gather at 30 XX Road, A City tomorrow at 3 PM."
"—The place where the dream begins."
At the bottom of the letter, there was no name, only a familiar handwriting.
Huang Haoran.
Lin Tianyou's pupils constricted slightly as memories began to surge from the depths of his mind.
He vaguely recalled that last night he had discussed his theory with Huang Haoran, talked about that crucial gas, and explored the possibility of breaking through the limits of energy...
He remembered Huang Haoran saying, "Come and try it tomorrow; prove whether your theory is true."
"…Really?"
Lin Tianyou stared blankly at the letter, his heartbeat gradually quickening.
Could all of this be just a fantasy born from a hangover?
Could it be merely a trick that Huang Haoran had casually mentioned?
He lowered his head, looking at his slightly trembling hands, his mind filled with the wild images from last night—
Alcohol, electronic music, revelry in the dance floor, the chase by men in black, laughter echoing in the streets...
But now, the letter he held felt like a sharp needle, piercing through all the chaos and illusions of drunkenness, telling him that everything was real.
Was he really going to gamble everything and step onto this unknown path?
Lin Tianyou took a deep breath, clenched the letter tightly, his eyes shimmering with uncertainty yet tinged with an uncontrollable anticipation.
I hope this is not just a dream.
Lin Tianyou picked up his bag, feeling his body still soft and unsteady. He stumbled out of the room, the hotel corridor lined with soft carpet, making each step feel light. He felt a bit dizzy and muttered, "Damn... why did Huang Haoran have to book such an expensive hotel..."
The alcohol from last night still lingered in his bloodstream, making him feel as if he were floating in mid-air, his consciousness always a beat behind. By the time he got down to the lobby and approached the front desk, he realized he hadn’t fully recovered yet. He tried to make his voice sound normal: "Check out."
The receptionist smiled, glanced at the computer screen, and said in a friendly tone, "President Huang has already settled your bill."
"…President Huang?" Lin Tianyou paused for a moment, furrowing his brow in confusion.
"Yes, Mr. Huang Haoran," the receptionist continued to smile, her polite demeanor impeccable.
Lin Tianyou was taken aback for a second before nodding as if suddenly understanding something. He casually replied, "Oh... got it, thanks."
He put away his credit card and turned to walk out of the hotel doors. The morning air hit him with the hustle and bustle of the city and a faint smell of gasoline. He blinked his slightly sore eyes and rubbed his temples, still feeling a headache.
He wandered aimlessly along the street, weaving through a few alleys, taking in the strange yet familiar urban scenery. He didn’t know where to go or what to think. Everything from last night felt like a dream, but the envelope still in his bag reminded him that this was no illusion.
As he walked, he arrived at a bus stop. He glanced up at the route map on the sign without much thought and raised his hand to wave down a bus that had just pulled up. The doors opened, and he dragged his hungover body onto the bus, finding a window seat.
The bus swayed as it drove along, and he stared at the rapidly retreating street view outside. His stomach began to churn again, a wave of intense nausea rising up that made him furrow his brow involuntarily. He discreetly pressed his hand against his abdomen, trying to suppress the tumultuous urge.
Damn it, I almost threw up.
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