Transmigrating Into The Heartthrob's Cannon Fodder Childhood Friend

Ch 67: Winter Camp

translator: xiin
editors: butter & XavierForest

This was the first time Song Yu had dreamed of his childhood.

His and Xie Sui's years of childhood friendship had been mentioned in passing in <Gentle Control>. So, it turned out that they'd been so amusing?

He bit into a piece of bread and ate it without tasting it at all. His heart was a little confused; other than the way every detail in his dream seemed too clear and too real, what made him confused was that it was also too familiar—the Song Yu in his dream had a temperament that was too much like his own.

His expression, the tone of his speech, and even the thoughts in his heart—it was as though he was looking at himself from the past.

After spending so long in this world, Song Yu had always felt a kind of illusion that this might be his original world. Did that mean his original world was only a dream? Was <Gentle Control> just something from his imagination, where he'd somehow gotten the details of Xie Sui's life correct?

Exactly which one was the truth was becoming more and more blurred. Zhuang Zhou dreamt of the butterfly, and the butterfly dreamt of Zhuang Zhou; true and false could no longer be distinguished.

But not completely.

He drank a sip of milk.

Song Yu came back to the present, shook his head, and quickly refuted himself.

That was too much. 008 had shown up in his life; how could it be a mere dream?

He sighed internally. It was likely that he'd only get a real explanation when that waste of a system came back.

There was an English self-study session in the morning.

The classroom was noisy and lively as everyone memorized words and read the textbooks. He'd dreamed of Xie Sui last night and was now eager to see the real person during the day. He often looked at the empty spot beside him, but Xie Sui never showed up for the entire study session.

When the self-study session was about to end, their English class representative stood up on the platform as was customary and displayed the PPT with the designated conversation topic.

They were left with ten minutes with which to talk to their deskmate in English.

Xi Bowen and Ma Xiaoding were like a chicken talking to a duck, with each of them saying their own thing. 'Well,' appeared at least five times in each sentence.

Song Yu splayed out lazily on the desk and decided to get some sleep.

Everyone had their deskmate, and he was the only one who didn't.

Annoying.

Physics was the first class of the day.

Their physics teacher arrived late. He'd finished marking the mock test paper they'd done in the previous class and stood on the platform to make his comments, "Although the test paper this time was simple, there still weren't many of you who got full marks."

He hated iron for not being steel and knocked on the blackboard with the book in his hand, "Students, details. How many times do I have to say it? Details will determine success or failure. In fact, the difficulty level of the college entrance examination isn't anything special. You just need to get the details right, and it won't be hard to get 80 points on your exam."

"Now then, I want to praise Student Song Yu. Speaking of which, this is the first time that Song Yu has gotten full marks in physics. In the past, he was always just a little short, but he finally changed his habit of roughly skimming over a problem. This behavior is worth encouraging!"