Ji Jue was sick.
It was unlikely that Ji Jue was sick, but it also seemed unlikely that he wasn't...
"Obviously, sir."
Isis had a sharp comment on the matter: "It couldn't be clearer."
Ji Jue sat on the deck of the Prosperity, stroking his chin with a grim expression.
Something was wrong. Extremely wrong.
It wasn't as though he had never had nightmares before, but once or twice was one thing. Over the past two months, he'd had them five or six times—and every single one had been the same nightmare.
Each time, he fell deeper and got closer to that flicker of firelight...
Just like a goddamn horror movie.
He glanced at his phone. His teacher still hadn't replied. He asked Ye Chun, but the slacker said she hadn't seen him for several days either. That was normal. Some research had probably reached a critical stage, leaving him no time to care about anything outside the Workshop.
Ji Jue wasn't foolish enough to kick down the door. After all, aside from the occasional dream, he had shown no other symptoms. But to be safe, he decided to consult someone he knew first.
He pushed open the door, jumped down to Yacheng, and drove off in Little Cow and Horse.
Ji Jue headed straight for the North Mountain District.
...Then he happened to arrive right at mealtime and got dragged to the table.
"Nightmares? Who's having them?"
After rinsing her mouth with a gulp of beer, Wen Wen cracked open edamame pods and shot him a sidelong glance, utterly shocked. "You? Hahahahaha... Seriously?"
"Could I possibly be joking about something like this?" Ji Jue sighed helplessly.
"Let me see. You don't seem to have anything wrong with you."
Wen Wen slung an arm around Ji Jue's neck and pried