To help him achieve a higher score, they had gone to great lengths.
And his game had gone quite smoothly.
But there was hardly any real gaming experience to it. Thinking of this, Chen Feng found it rather dull. He casually said a few words before logging off.
After finishing that match, Chen Feng read for a while longer. Before he knew it, it was late at night, and the stay-at-home reward was issued once again.
Chen Feng checked the system with satisfaction, then put down his phone and went to rest.
He soon fell asleep.
Before he knew it, he had entered a dream.
In the dream, he became a hundred-meter sprinter, running incredibly fast—faster than a car, even.
He ran freely down the road, and the cars beside him could barely overtake him.
He sprinted like a cheetah without feeling the slightest bit tired. Even after running dozens of kilometers and leaving the city, he did not feel exhausted at all.
As he kept running, he woke up.
He took a deep breath and shook his head with a helpless laugh. "What a strange thing! I ran for so long without getting tired at all? And what kind of weird dream was that? How could anyone dream of running so many kilometers, running and running without stopping?"
Chen Feng could not figure it out, nor did he want to think about it anymore.
Then he suddenly realized that he had slept until dawn.
He sat up in bed, got down, and went to draw the curtains. Suddenly, he noticed that his legs seemed a little different.
His legs felt light and buoyant.
Just like when he had been running in his dream, his body felt exceptionally light, as if he might take flight the next second.
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