In the classroom, Zhao Cheng suddenly jolted awake and found Belvia beside him staring at him wide-eyed, seemingly curious how he had managed to fall asleep again during the second class after waking from his noon nap not long ago.
"Zhao Cheng, did you have a nightmare?"
Belvia asked curiously.
"I think I had a very strange dream. In it, I became some kind of demon god, the really powerful kind. And you in the dream seemed to be a queen, seventy years old in real age already."
Zhao Cheng said earnestly, only for the soft flesh at his waist to get pinched.
In his memories, it had been over a month since Belvia, that strange chuunibyou girl, had transferred in. Though she was peculiar, she was actually a very interesting person, so they had become good friends in no time at all.
As for Wu Yiran—who was that? He did not know her very well.
Love did not disappear. It merely shifted elsewhere.
"Why, Zhao Cheng, so in your heart, I'm actually an old lady?"
Belvia pinched him as she put on an angry face.
"Still, I think I had a similar dream before. In the dream, I really did seem to be a queen—no, a princess. A princess from some place called Lorandon. Later, I was forced into marriage, so I ran away. Then I fought my way back, ascended the throne, and became queen. That day, I'm telling you, the entire kingdom was shouting my name!"
Belvia spread her arms as if she were about to embrace her kingdom.
"Lorandon? Is there a place like that in the world?"
Zhao Cheng was curious. He secretly took out his phone and searched, only to find that there really was no such place.
"I told you it was a