Chapter 086: Incompetent to be elegant, sweeping the floor and destroying the court (Part 1)

In the dream, she was walking towards the school outside the school gate, and I stood at the school gate waiting for her, and waved to her from afar. She saw me and walked over and asked, "Ishino, are you having something to do with me?"

"Yes, I have something to ask you for. Do you still remember it? I said that I want to tell you about Liu Yiyi."

Teacher Liu looked around and said, "Didn't we agree? You will come to my dream and only talk about this in your dream."

"Now this is a dream, we are in a dream." I said to her in a gentle tone.

"What? Are we dreaming now?" Her voice was surprised! Yes, ordinary people often don't know that they are dreaming.

"Yes, I have a way to prove it to you, give me a hand."

Teacher Liu looked around again, then looked at me hesitantly, stretching out a hand. I held her hand and transformed my thoughts in her dream. The scene in front of me changed, the sky became dark, and there was no sound around. She and I sat side by side on the steps next to the school playground, exactly the same as the scene we were talking to that night. Teacher Liu discovered this change and exclaimed: "Oh my God! This is indeed a dream!" and then disappeared.

She woke up in a dream! The dream of ordinary people is unreal, and it is easy to wake up from their sleep when disturbed. This is something I can’t do. When I transform into a dream, the dream and the false realm are broken. She lies on the bed and wakes up, and I also come out of the false realm. Yin Shen still stood in front of her bed and watched her open her eyes.

Teacher Liu's expression was a little lazy, and she seemed to have not woken up completely. She rubbed her eyes, put on her coat and sat up. She murmured to herself: "Why did I dream of him again? Is this dream true or false? It has been many times."

When I heard this, I felt a warm heart, as if something was coming up. I really walked into her dream. It was only the second time today. I didn’t expect that she had dreamed of me many times! Did she see me often in her dreams? Was she also thinking about me? What does this mean to her?

Teacher Liu turned on the desk lamp, put on his clothes and leaned against the head of the bed, holding a big pillow in his arms, and was pondering there, not knowing what he was thinking. I saw paper and pen on the desk beside the bed, and wanted to use the Yin Shen to control things to pick up the pen and write a few words to tell her that I was by my side, but I held it back. I didn't want to scare her, nor did I want her to know that I was watching her by her bed. I could only wait quietly, wait for her to fall asleep again and enter her next dream.

After waiting for a long time, she finally turned off the light and got into the quilt again. This time she didn't sleep very well, the quilt was not covered tightly, and half of her shoulder was exposed. The weather in December was very cold, and I didn't want to see her frozen, so I lifted the quilt for her by using the method of controlling objects. The power of Yin Shen's object control was very weak, and using the quilt to cover her shoulders almost exhausted my strength. She seemed to frown a little naughtyly, and said something vaguely in her mouth.

...

"Teacher Liu, are you going to participate in the Mei Wending Memorial Hall tomorrow?" This time I was afraid that she would wake up in a dream again, so I simply didn't tell her that this was a dream.

"Yes, aren't you going too? I heard that the school leader directly called the names of the three of you to participate in this event. Ishino, I know your identity. Do you have any tasks to participate in this event?" Teacher Liu was indeed smart. She had already thought about this question. I'm afraid she didn't think of it in her dream. She considered it during the day and just asked me in her dream.

"Yes, there is a task. My task is to monitor any abnormal actions of all those attending this seminar. Especially those foreign experts. I think this task may be related to the secrets of the Mei family, so I advise you to be careful."

Teacher Liu: "I understand. Special people like you may be interested in our Liu family, so you can steal it. The Mei family has been mysterious for thousands of years and it is impossible for them to have no secrets of their own. I will be careful, but you should be more careful."

It's enough to have her words, and I don't need to say more. Today I don't plan to mention Liu Yiyi's affairs because I don't plan to tell her that this is a dream. I suddenly remembered the trick Feng Junzi had played with me, and wanted to try it. I told her: "Teacher Liu, I remember you have a butterfly-shaped hairpin. Can you wear this hairpin tomorrow? When you see me, take it off and hold it in your right hand?"

My words puzzled her: "Why? Why do I do this?"

I smiled and said, "If I see you take off the card with your right hand, I will point to my heart with the middle finger of my left hand. Don't ask why, you will understand tomorrow."

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Early the next morning, Shang Yunfei and I went to the Meiwen Calendar to report, and the seminar only started in the afternoon. When I went there, Feng Junzi and Old Man Tang had arrived, standing in front of a display in the front yard and were talking about something. When we saw me, Feng Junzi greeted, "Shi Ye, you are here just right. Tell me, what are the two most vulgar and shameless words in the countryside to describe people?"

"What do you mean? I don't know."

"I know!" Shang Yunfei, who was standing beside him, saw a stone tablet broken into two pieces on the ground, and replied: "Kick the widow's door! Dig out the grave of a dead household!"

Unexpectedly, the little monk would swear. I saw a sign erected in front of the stone tablet, which read "Mei Wending Tombstone". Old man Tang said, "It's good to be the one that's right, it's just digging the graves of a dead family! Is the Mei family no longer a descendant? Why did the tombstones be dug here? It's broken into two pieces! Is it impossible for your museum to find cultural relics to exhibit? How can you do such a thing? Is this place commemorating the Mei Wending or ruining the Mei Wending?"

When I heard this, I realized what they were talking about. Unexpectedly, the Mei Wending Memorial Hall dug all the tombstones of Mei Wending to this exhibition. It was too much! Fortunately, these people didn't know the Jingwu Cave Heaven, the forbidden land of Mei's family, otherwise they would not know what they would be ruined? When Old Man Tang talked to Feng Junzi, the director of the memorial hall and the director of the Municipal Culture Bureau were ashen, but they didn't say a word. They had no choice but to distract people from here.

While speaking, Teacher Liu also came. Today she wore a goose-yellow cashmere coat. She did not wear makeup, but she looked more refined and refined, with a very romantic look. I noticed that there was a very small butterfly-shaped hairpin on her hairline. When she saw me, she seemed to have taken off the hairpin with her right hand. I saw this scene from the corner of my eyes, and quietly pointed to the position of her heart with the middle finger of her left hand. The folder in Teacher Liu's hand fell to the ground, and she bent down and picked it up again, trying to keep her expression calm.

...

Director Gu assigned me the task to monitor the foreign guests. It was an international seminar, but in fact there were only five foreign guests, and there were only two real experts, namely Professor Park from Seoul University in South Korea and Professor Takeuchi from Waseda University in Japan. Whether it was Lao Park or Takeuchi, I didn’t like it! Because these two guys saw Teacher Liu’s eyes squinting, and they wanted to put their eyes on her. During discussions and meetings, these two old people always liked to lean towards Teacher Liu, either praising her beauty or giving her a small gift, or asking her to have coffee at night. Teacher Liu politely declined.

In addition to these two old ones, the other three young ones were not very good. Professor Takeuchi brought an assistant, a young man in his thirties, with his surname Kobayashi, who likes to bow when he sees people, and his expression is cold and arrogant when he bows. Professor Park brought two assistants, one man and one woman, the man may be an assistant teacher, and the woman is a doctoral student he brought. The woman is simply a treasure. On the first day in the lounge, he saw the fruit plate on the coffee table, and exclaimed: "Do you have such a big apple in China?" Damn! Is that apple also considered big? What's more interesting is that at dinner, at Tianxiang Restaurant, the chef first served a few cold dishes, one of which was made of fragrant pickled vegetables made by Wucheng's specialty Gaokaobai. The girl picked it up and tasted it, and asked in confusion: "The kimchi here is not authentic, who did you learn from?"

No matter how annoying I was, my surveillance was not relaxed at all. I soon found that there was a person who was very suspicious, which was Professor Takeuchi’s assistant Kobayashi. This person was not interested in pure mathematical problems at the seminar, and kept asking what the Mei family had left in Wucheng? What representative cultural relics are there in the memorial hall? I think the things that the Mei family could find were probably in this memorial hall, and even the tombstone of Mei Wending were dug up. Of course, I was not qualified to participate in the conference discussion. I was just a receptionist who served and accompanied the visit, and it was convenient to observe carefully from the side.

On the afternoon of the second day of the meeting, a tour guide was arranged to visit the cultural relics of the memorial hall, and there was also a tour guide to explain it. There was no professional tour guide, and Teacher Liu was responsible for the explanation of the relevant historical relics. Xiaolin listened very seriously and asked questions in almost every place. After the group visit, everyone enjoyed it freely in the exhibition halls of the memorial hall. I gave a wink at Feng Junzi and Shang Yunfei. Both of them understood it and quietly stared at Xiaolin's vicinity.

Kobayashi seemed to be very casually coming to a display cabinet. The exhibition cabinet was exhibited by Mei Wending. There were more than a dozen ancient books on line-bound, which were said to be the original original works preserved by the people. I saw Kobayashi gently and rhythmically tapping the wooden border of the display cabinet with two fingers. The ancient books in the cabinet were slowly opened one by one. He had the ability to control objects from the air, and he was indeed not an ordinary person!

Feng Junzi and I both discovered it, but it was Shang Yunfei who cast the spell. He moved the same way as Xiaolin. He stretched out one hand and stood far away on the other side of the booth, gently tapping the tabletop of the showcase with two fingers. Shang Yunfei's fingers moved, and Xiaolin's fingers seemed to be pressed by something, and he could not move there. Shang Yunfei did not learn from him to move the ancient books, because if he moved the books, the strength of the two people would probably tear the book apart.

The two of them fought silently, and almost no one noticed them in the entire exhibition hall. Blue veins burst out from the back of Xiaolin's hand, and a white face turned into a black color. He suddenly raised his wrist, and Shang Yunfei's fingers shook, and a crisp sound was heard. The large glass on the surface of the display cabinet suddenly appeared several large cracks intertwined horizontally and vertically. Everyone in the exhibition hall was startled, and Xiaolin took the opportunity to retract his hand and flashed to the side as if nothing had happened.

"The quality of glass in China is really poor, even museums!" The female doctor from South Korea came over and talked randomly.

"Miss Jin, what did you say?" Feng Junzi leaned over and asked her. Seeing his expression smiling, I felt that he might be going to do something bad.

"I said the quality of the glass here is poor, and the booth of the memorial hall will break itself." Before she finished speaking, Feng Junzi suddenly waved her arm back and quietly grabbed one of my hands. Then, "pop" in front of me, and two crisp sounds of "pop" were heard. Both lenses of her glasses were broken into spider webs for no reason. Feng Junzi finally couldn't help but mess with people.

Miss Jin was startled and almost jumped up. She took off her glasses and saw what was going on. Feng Junzi still said with a smile: "These profiteers! Miss Jin's glasses must be matched in China, right?"

"Well, yes, yes, I was in Beijing a few days ago." Miss Jin replied a little embarrassedly.

"Ms. Jin is so beautiful? Where did you buy it?" Feng Junzi still had nothing to say.
Chapter completed!