Chapter Twenty-Four: The Wife’s Hands

Festive and cheerful songs flowed endlessly from the classroom speakers.

Du Fang was escorted into the classroom by adorable, lively girls clasping his arms.

The moment he entered, the lively chatter and laughter grew even louder!

Wherever Du Fang looked,

There were only girls.

Some had ponytails, some had straight bangs, some wore their hair in buns, and some had long, straight black hair...

Each pair of eyes seemed to shine as they gazed at Du Fang.

That gaze made Du Fang feel uneasy.

These younger sisters seemed even bolder and more passionate than the aunties in the previous dream disasters!

Perhaps this was the spirit of youth.

Du Fang was surrounded and seated, enveloped by waves of fragrant breezes. One by one, the girls passed by him, faces blushing with shy smiles, fists clenched, arms held upright before their chests, legs together, slightly bent at the knees and lifted.

"Go for it, big brother!"

"You’ll definitely get a perfect score in the exam!"

"We all believe in you! If you don’t understand anything, you can ask us!"

...

An exam is coming...

A sudden realization flashed through Du Fang’s mind.

When he entered Jiangling City First Girls’ High School, he saw the students trapped in the dream disaster, all bent over their desks, seemingly taking an exam.

Du Fang exhaled, straightening up,

Finally, it felt like a proper dream disaster!

“Ding—”

The bell rang.

The girls around Du Fang reluctantly returned to their seats.

Soft, soothing music filled the air, relaxing everyone like a gentle spring breeze.

Then, a voice as sweet as a songbird’s came over the broadcast.

“Everyone, please prepare yourselves. The exam is about to begin.”

The voice was pleasant,

Giving Du Fang a sense of déjà vu.

He felt as if he’d heard it somewhere before...

Could it be his wife?

Du Fang was bewildered.

Rustle, rustle...

The exam papers were distributed.

The girl at the table beside him, with her hair in a bun, an oval face, and cheeks flushed with embarrassment, handed Du Fang his test paper, her eyes filled with admiration.

“Go for it, Brother Du!”

Her voice was low as a whisper, soft as a slice of creamy cake.

“Thank you, and good luck to you too.”

Du Fang replied with a warm smile.

The girl froze, then blushed even deeper.

Du Fang withdrew his gaze, focusing on the exam paper. He glanced through the questions, his brows furrowing.

It was quite difficult, but as a top student from Jiangling University, though his college entrance exam had been over for two years, his academic skills hadn’t yet declined to Zhang Changlin’s level.

Still, he found the paper extremely challenging.

Du Fang’s expression grew serious.

Dream disaster!

Such a formidable dream disaster!

Rumor had it that the strange entities in dream disasters would create deadly rules; clearly, the highly difficult exam questions were a pretext for the entity to kill!

Fail to answer the questions,

And you die!

How thrilling!

Is this what immersive dream disasters feel like?

Du Fang felt his cells boiling within him.

He grabbed his pen and began answering, the tip touching the paper, ink flowing from the ball to form words.

Soon enough, he encountered a tough problem.

He kept recalculating on scrap paper, but remained stuck.

So hard!

If he couldn’t solve it, he would die, right?

So,

This is even more exciting!

At last, it wasn’t just a pure sweet dream.

“Brother Du!”

Suddenly, the soft voice, as creamy as cake, interrupted Du Fang’s thoughts.

Du Fang paused, his eyes shifting slightly.

He saw the bun-haired girl next to him, pursing her lips, winking at him, then stretching out her long leg from under the desk, clad in black knee-high socks.

The socks reached above her knees, yet didn’t squeeze out a trace of excess flesh.

Above that, between the black socks and pleated skirt, was the dazzling white of her thigh.

Du Fang glanced at it unintentionally.

At first, his gaze was critical—

Why was her leg so pale!

Hmm?

Du Fang suddenly froze, for he noticed a string of letters written high on the girl’s fair thigh.

“AAACD, DDDDA, CC.”

Twelve letters—these were...

Multiple choice answers!

Du Fang frowned.

What did she take him for!

He turned back seriously, “Why is there no B...”

Then, he erased the ambiguous answers he’d guessed as B, filling in the ones given by the bun-haired girl.

Other people’s answers

Always seemed to give a sense of security.

With the multiple choice completed, there’d be no way to prompt him for the fill-in-the-blank answers...

“Brother Du Fang, look at me.”

A soft voice sounded, and Du Fang looked up. The girl in front of him, with shoulder-length hair covering her ears, lifted up the hair at the back of her head.

Du Fang’s eyes widened.

Because, under the hair covering her fair nape,

Was a list of fill-in-the-blank answers!

Du Fang: “???”

These sisters really went to great lengths.

Such mutual help, such fiery enthusiasm.

The familiar feeling returned!

The taste was back!

The familiar sweet dream.

Du Fang hesitated, but finally wrote down the answers the sisters provided—not for the exam’s sake, but so as not to disappoint their kindness.

“For the essay questions... Surely they can’t help with those?”

Du Fang calmly chose to bask in the sweet dream.

Essay questions were very hard and required a lot of writing; the sisters probably didn’t have any blank space left to write answers for him.

So, Du Fang frowned in thought.

Suddenly.

Du Fang froze.

A fair, jade-like hand grasped Du Fang’s own, as if someone from behind was guiding him, hand over hand.

Du Fang: “...”

His hand was led, uncontrollably, to write down the answers.

Thoughts poured forth like a spring.

His writing seemed divinely inspired!

Du Fang stared dazedly at the fair hand holding his own...

A familiar feeling, spreading from the depths of his soul, filled Du Fang’s heart instantly.

“Wife...”

As if five hundred glances in a past life

Had brought about this gentle, hand-in-hand moment!

Images flashed rapidly before his eyes.

Trumpets, suona horns, a red bridal veil,

A delicate hand emerging from a flower-decorated sedan chair,

This dream...

Truly beautiful.

...

...

“BBBAC, CBCBD, BB.”

Zhang Changlin, using his little answering techniques, filled in the multiple choice answers.

He was satisfied, dusting off the exam paper.

His eyes showed anticipation.

He had a strong intuition that, this time, his answering technique would yield at least eighty percent accuracy!

Next up, he dreaded the fill-in-the-blank questions...

His brows furrowed, face lowered over the test paper, his eyes darting about.

He observed his surroundings—the blood-red hand... was gone!

Seizing the moment!

Zhang Changlin released a surge of dream spirit, tearing apart the oppressive force holding his neck!

He lifted his head!

He rose slightly, trying to peek at the exam paper of the student in front of him!

“Bang!”

However...

He’d barely glimpsed a character!

The blood-red, jade-like hand had already been raised high above his head. The hand, continually dripping blood, seemed to become a blood-jade, like a searing hot iron.

It slammed down.

Zhang Changlin felt an overwhelming pressure descend upon him!

His neck nearly snapped, and his face was pressed against the desk.

The bloody hand pulled out Zhang Changlin’s exam paper.

“You... are... cheating?”

A cold, hoarse voice, filled with murderous intent,

Echoed through the classroom, reverberated across the exam hall!

In an instant,

Zhang Changlin noticed that the girls, all bent over their papers, kept writing furiously, but their heads twisted with eerie cracking sounds to face him.

Pairs of hollow eyes, gouged out,

Stared at him.

Zhang Changlin: “...”

“Well... I... I’m older... Sitting too long, my back gets stiff!”

“I just wanted to stretch, do you believe me?!”

Zhang Changlin hurriedly explained!

Listen to me!

But his explanation was clearly useless.

The blood-red, jade hand seized his paper, as if grading it.

Suddenly, Zhang Changlin felt the anger in the bloody hand pause.

“Multiple choice... you... didn’t cheat...”

“Cheating, impossible to get nothing right.”

Then, the bloody hand rose again, dripping blood.

Zhang Changlin: “?”

Not a single answer correct?

Who are you insulting!

Now, Zhang Changlin saw clearly.

The blood-jade hand had no owner—just a solitary hand!

Zhang Changlin’s expression changed, the terrifying dream spirit surged wildly from the hand.

The surrounding dream space seemed to twist, unable to withstand the force, as if about to shatter!

“You cheated... but not completely...”

“But... it’s still cheating!”

“Cheaters... must be punished!”

Zhang Changlin was terrified.

Without hesitation, his dream spirit erupted at full force; from his waist, a black broken blade shot out under his telekinetic control and landed in his hand.

This was Zhang Changlin’s forbidden artifact!

His muscles bulged,

Clutching the broken blade.

“Forbidden Artifact, Sequence—098!”

His black coat fluttered without wind, he bit his thumb, smeared blood on the blade.

The blood was absorbed,

From the forbidden artifact, a thin black shadow inflated like a balloon, standing behind Zhang Changlin.

Then, like a spider folding its legs, it clasped onto Zhang Changlin’s back.

His eyes instantly became wild and arrogant!

“I told you not to hit my face, yet time and again you go for it?!”

“Are you taking liberties with me?!”

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