The Gods Could Affect the Mortal World

"Ah!"

A shriek shattered the silence of the night. The Residential Area, which had already gone dark, lit up one after another like a row of dominoes falling, as if some switch had been flipped.

"What's wrong?"

Seeing her husband still shaken, his wife jumped too, but immediately poured him a glass of water and handed it over.

Her husband gulped down the water, then patted his chest with lingering fear, slowly calming his heart, which seemed to be giving faint spasms.

"I—I just had a nightmare." Her husband wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, his eyes clouded with confusion. His wife frowned slightly. "You're a grown man. What kind of dream could scare you like that?"

"Senior year, advanced mathematics, an evil teacher..."

"Oh, I get it." His wife nodded at once. Though she still couldn't quite picture what the scene might have been like, those three keywords alone made it clear that the nightmare could indeed jolt her academically hopeless husband awake.

But...

"You graduated more than ten years ago. Why would you suddenly dream about your senior year?" His wife casually kept the conversation going, trying to distract him. Her husband tugged lightly at the collar of his pajamas and sighed. "Who knows! I'm telling you, I've never had a nightmare this realistic in my life! That exam paper, that teacher, that class..."

"All right, all right, I get it. I really don't understand what's so scary about exams!" His wife put a hand on him, signaling that he shouldn't keep thinking about it. But her husband grinned. "I don't believe you never had nightmares in your senior year!"

"I really didn't!" His wife grinned. "I got into Parin Royal Technical College with no trouble at all. My teachers all said I just didn't work hard