In the morning, Ding Dang lay sprawled over an apple on the dining table, looking extremely serious.
"A Jun, I had a nightmare last night. Ding Dang thinks something's going to happen to this world!"
Everyone in the room immediately crowded over nervously, waiting for the Goddess to issue an Imperial Edict.
"Ding Dang dreamed that someone suddenly grabbed me and threw me into a bedside table! But when I woke up this morning, Ding Dang found that I was sleeping on Sister Sandora's desk lamp, so it must have been a nightmare..."
"Pfft!" "Pfft!" "Pfft!"
Sandora and I both sprayed at the same time. The third sound came from Qian Qian.
"What are you spraying for?" I rapped Qian Qian on the head. She frowned and thought for a moment. "Oh, I just saw you two spraying and joined in—what happened with A Jun yesterday? Naughty, huh?"
Sandora and I could only grin foolishly. Also, who said Qian Qian was dense?!
How should I put it? Even describing God with the phrase "children say the darndest things" somehow made perfect sense. Should I feel sorry for Ding Dang?
Lin Xue teased me all day about being a harem guy, and our relationships were all out in the open, but no matter what, I was still fairly thin-skinned, right? At least in theory, right? So I was extremely passive throughout breakfast. Sandora, of course, remained unquestionably proactive. At the dining table, nothing could make Her Majesty the Queen passive.
"Ahem, A Jun, take care of your health." After an awkward pause, Older Sister lightly tapped the back of my hand with her chopsticks and spoke in a low voice, her face slightly red. Right then and there, I decided I might as well jump into a bowl and drown myself.