Meddling Knocks on the Door

"What?" Gu Yunting listened to the three of them's story with a look of astonishment, unable to help but raise her voice. In the large, tiered classroom, it drew the attention of those around them.

Fortunately, the four of them had chosen to sit in the back row today, and it seemed they hadn't caught the teacher's attention.

"This... this is too outrageous!" Gu Yunting tried to lower her voice, carefully propping up her book and looking from side to side at the people next to her as she spoke.

Besides, what kind of zombie village, what being chased by mushrooms, what being roasted by insects on a fire...

What kind of nonsensical, illogical dreams were these!

Did these three eat poisonous mushrooms yesterday?

And then secretly bought three watches to trick me...

This morning, starting from when each of them put on a watch, they acted as if they had planned it all out, telling her everything from when they entered the dream, what happened, and how they finally escaped.

There were so many details that they talked all the way from the dorm to their 8 AM class, making Gu Yunting waver between belief and suspicion.

But... this was really too outrageous, they even had the text messages edited.

Yuan Ling worried that she would get excited and shout again later, so she picked up her phone and pointed to the group chat page.

Signaling for everyone to talk in the group.

Little Zheng: "Yunting, it's not that we didn't tell you, but even with all our evidence, you still find this story outrageous. If we had explained it to you back then, you would have thought we were crazy."

Little Zheng: "Besides, the three of us don't know that we all entered this kind of dream."

Old Yuan: "[Animated emoji] Thinking"

Old Yuan: "For Old Gu, it's indeed hard to understand. It's like the Infinite Flow stories I often read. Maybe... we can find a way to find other people who have entered the dream."

Wushen, who was on the side, paused upon seeing this message. It seemed she thought of something unpleasant, and her fingernails tapped noisily on her phone: "But... not many people came out alive from my dream."

This sentence on the screen caused a moment of silence. The other two looked at the white chat bubble, knowing what her words implied.

They had all witnessed their companions fall one by one.

Especially Zheng Wuyou, who recalled Sun Wu being sent to the altar and Xiao Xia going mad.

Gu Yunting saw through their silence at a glance, knowing her only role in her friends' absurd dreams had arrived.

"I know you think I don't believe this story, but you have no reason to make up such a huge story to lie to me."

"Who told us to be rivals? If I don't believe you, who will? Now that you've escaped that dream, don't disturb others anymore. After returning to reality, not everyone wants to recall that experience. Besides, from your descriptions, there were people from all walks of life in the dream. We can't openly search for them, wouldn't that be like finding a needle in a haystack?"

"You're going into that dream again in seven days. It's better to think about how to deal with it and how to break this curse-like thing."

Gu Yunting earnestly typed on her phone, trying to help them solve their problems and participate in this matter. However, she didn't notice that the teacher's random roll-call system on the podium had already reached her student ID.

Zheng Wuyou, sitting on her left, nudged her hand with her elbow to remind her, coughing awkwardly.

Seeing that she still hadn't reacted, completely immersed in her own world, Yuan Ling on the other side gave Zheng Wuyou a look. The two of them simultaneously bumped her elbow.

Losing her grip, her phone fell heavily to the ground.

With a dull thud.

Gu Yunting, who was about to retort to them, then realized that in the quiet classroom, all eyes were focused on them because of the muffled sound, including the intense gaze from under the glasses of the person standing at the blackboard.

"I know some students think I'm too young and therefore don't listen, but there's no need to provoke me again and again in my class."

Under the glasses, Zheng Wuyou and the other three couldn't see the teacher's expression, but they felt they were doomed this time.

This teacher was notoriously known as a "student tear fountain maker" at the end of the semester!

Unexpectedly, the heavens favored them, and the bell rang right on time for the end of class.

"..." Listening to the dismissal bell, the tall figure on the podium sighed helplessly, lifted a hand to adjust the silver frame on his nose, and tidied his lesson plan, saying:

"Class dismissed."

Gu Yunting felt like crying and not crying at the same time. Not only did her phone fall, but she was also called out by the "tear fountain maker" and made a fool of herself!

Zheng Wuyou didn't know what Yuan Ling, with her whimsical mind, was thinking. She saw Yuan Ling grab Gu Yunting and run against the tide of students leaving towards the teacher who was still tidying his lesson plan.

She exchanged a look with Wushen. To prevent the socially adept Yuan Ling from causing more misunderstandings, they could only hurry to catch up.

"Teacher Xing! We're so sorry, she had an urgent family matter. She wasn't intentionally causing trouble in class!" Yuan Ling pulled Gu Yunting to the teacher who was about to leave the classroom, blocking him with Gu Yunting and pushing her forward.

She also pressed Gu Yunting's head down.

An apology should look like an apology!

Otherwise, who would want to fail their professional course at the end of the semester!

Gu Yunting was also sensible and shouted with her head down, "I'm sorry! Teacher Xing!"

Her shout was incredibly loud, with the same imposing aura as during military training, causing Zheng Wuyou and Wushen, who had rushed over, to brake suddenly and start counting the light tubes on the ceiling.

These light tubes were truly light tubes.

"If you have an urgent family matter, you can just ask for leave. There's no need to be so nervous during class." Perhaps having seen too many student lies, Xing Ying saw through their actions in class at a glance. He didn't react much and walked out of the classroom without looking back.

Teacher Xing's gentle voice still echoed in their ears. Gu Yunting and Yuan Ling stood there wanting to cry but having no tears. The trouble they had caused was piling up one after another.

"We're doomed..."

Now, what was supposed to be a problem for three people had become a problem for four.

To alleviate their worries, they decided to go out for a good meal tonight to treat themselves.

One of them, who had to eat coarse grains in her dreams every day, found the texture and taste indescribable. Another had to gnaw on grass as tall as herself, which was more unpleasant than eating mud. The third had to mix in some poisonous mushrooms, and the feeling of being poisoned was simply life-threatening.

The mental torture of these dreams was truly soul-crushing.

Regarding yesterday's events, the police contacted the three of them again today.

The police first offered some comforting words to the three young women, then solemnly told them not to spread the incident online.

They were worried that doing so would cause unnecessary panic and social unrest.

It's true that when things are quiet, there's not a single problem, but as soon as something as small as a fingernail clipping knocks on the door, a long string of troubles will surely follow.

Just as a butterfly flapping its wings can cause a storm, a small incident can trigger a series of chain reactions.