Sunday had known this, and ever since Qianyi had made the bet and they had gone their separate ways, he had begun desensitization training. So no matter whether Robin ran off with some blond-haired guy in this dream, abandoned him, her brother, or suffered all kinds of misfortune, he absolutely would not get angry.
Without a doubt, the outcome of this bet had been decided from the very beginning!
"If your plan is to defeat me by using Robin, then you may as well start writing down what kind of dream you want. Although Taiyi's Dream gives every dreamer their happiest dream, allowing that happiness to slowly leak away is also permitted."
Sunday confidently delivered his pre-victory declaration.
His self-assured manner was quite like Satoru Gojo saying things such as "I'd win" and "You're the challenger."
Qianyi offered no further explanation and merely handed over the Dream Bubble in his hand.
Sunday took the Dream Bubble, pressed it against his forehead, and began sinking his consciousness into a dream specially prepared for him by everyone.
The moment he entered the dream, he saw...
Robin standing onstage, happily serving as the lead vocalist. Behind her stood Seele on guitar, Talulah on drums, and Qianyi on bass, while the audience below responded with wild enthusiasm.
Hm? Strange. Shouldn't they have put on "Lovebird TV" for me?
Why did Robin look so happy?
What was this supposed to mean?
Sunday, Your Sun Has Set.
What exactly was going on?
Sunday stood beneath the stage, his pupils reflecting a scene completely contrary to what he had expected.
The enormous stage glittered beneath the lights. Robin, standing in the spotlight, sang her heart out with a microphone in hand, the feathers in her hair trembling softly to the rhythm.
Her smile was so radiant, so