Lin Jing slept for a long time. At first, she had trouble falling asleep, but once she did, she slept soundly.
During this long slumber, she had a dream.
She dreamed she had raised a very cute little person, its appearance exactly like the chibi fan art she drew when she was bored.
This tiny chibi person was only about the size of her little finger. She carried him with her everywhere, whether in her dorm room or going to class.
When he was in a good mood, he would bounce on her textbooks. Sometimes, when she was doing problems, he would block the tip of her pen. When he annoyed her, she would pinch the back of his collar and put him in her pencil case.
When he was in a bad mood, he would sit somewhere with a sulky face, legs crossed, staring at her.
Occasionally, when he was mischievous, he would put all his effort into dropping her eraser on the floor, or he would struggle to carry her pen and scribble all over her scratch paper.
When she slept, he would sleep beside her pillow. When her phone alarm rang, he would jump up in surprise. Sometimes, if she wasn't woken by the phone, he would hop onto her pillow and poke her face desperately.
Every time she had calculus class, he would yawn, then fall asleep instantly on her textbook. When he was deeply asleep, big bubbles would form in his nose.
She named him Kuang Zai and told him to call her Mama.
At first, he was quite obedient, constantly calling her Mama. Later, he became more and more naughty, calling her Auntie or Old Auntie.
Time in the dream passed quickly, day after day, until one day she woke up and found that the thumb-sized chibi person had suddenly grown up. He was sleeping soundly next to her, eyes closed.
The dorm room was a single bed, and it suddenly felt very cramped.
His face was very close to hers. At first, she couldn't tell who it was. After blinking several times in shock, she pulled her head back slightly, and his entire face came into view.
It was Sheng Kuang's face.
She screamed in fright. He was awakened and opened his eyes with a look of annoyance.
The moment he saw her, his displeasure vanished.
He lay lazily on her bed, reached out his long, beautiful fingers, covered her mouth, then moved his face closer to her head, whispering in her ear, "Shh, darling." Sudan Novel Network
Lin Jing's eyes widened abruptly.
Darling?
As she looked at him in horror, Sheng Kuang kissed her cheek and said with a voice full of sleepiness, "It's only eight o'clock, let's sleep a little longer, wife."
Wife?!
The Lin Jing in the dream was utterly stunned. Her whole body froze for almost a minute, then she suddenly opened her eyes.
In her dream, his calling her "wife" had startled her so much that she forgot to breathe. She had held her breath for too long, causing her to feel a bit oxygen-deprived.
She was dazed for a moment, then realized she was in a familiar environment. The frightening scenes were just a dream. Only then did she take a deep breath.
She pushed herself up, propped on the bed, found her phone, and checked the time. It was almost one in the afternoon.
After Lin Jing collected herself, she began to recall the strange dream she had.
It was truly bizarre, her imagination running wild, and even calling him "darling" and "wife"...
How could she have had such a shameless dream?
She started by raising him like a son, and in the end, he became her husband?
Lin Jing shivered all over, once again startled by herself.
She shook her head vigorously, trying to banish the terrifying dream from her mind, then threw off the covers and went to wash up.
As she went downstairs with her phone, she checked WeChat.
Lan Bowen hadn't called her for a meal.
Perhaps those young men were still asleep at this hour.
Upon reaching the first floor, Lin Jing discovered it wasn't that the young men were still asleep, but that they hadn't had time for lunch yet.
Several express delivery boxes were piled up in the living room, and Lan Bowen and Jiang Xin were unpacking them.
The other e-sports young men were being measured for height and chest, waist, and hip measurements by others.
Lin Jing paused her steps out of the elevator, taken aback by the chaotic scene. Chen Jing, with sharp eyes, spotted her: "Sister Lin, good morning."
Lin Jing rolled her eyes at him unceremoniously. She looked around, not seeing Sheng Kuang, and finally her gaze fell on Lan Bowen: "What are you guys doing..."
"Making team uniforms. These guys are growing too fast, especially Qin Yu, his pants are too short. We need to re-measure their sizes," Lan Bowen said.
Lin Jing said "oh" and was about to speak again when Sheng Kuang came up from the basement.
Lin Jing thought of the dream she had just had and immediately fell silent.
Even though Sheng Kuang didn't know what she had done to him in her dream, it still felt… so embarrassing.
"Hey, Sheng Kuang." Lan Bowen had opened a box and, seeing him appear, immediately called out, "Come take a look. How is your merchandise this time?"
Lin Jing's attention was instantly drawn. She subconsciously turned her head to look at Lan Bowen.
Sheng Kuang glanced at her first, then followed her gaze and casually landed on Lan Bowen: "What's there?"
"There are many kinds this time," Lan Bowen said, pulling out items one by one to show Sheng Kuang. "Look at this mousepad, this hat, this hoodie, and this keychain, this phone case..."
Lin Jing stared enviously at the large box in front of Lan Bowen.
It was filled entirely with Sheng Kuang's personal merchandise, and it even had "Not for Sale" tags.
They were likely prepared for some official prize giveaways.
She really wanted them, but she never won any of the giveaways.
"The quality this time is quite good, isn't it?" Lan Bowen said. "Especially these masks, they have your signature on them, aren't they amazing?"
Lin Jing silently replied in her heart: Amazing.
Lan Bowen: "When you wear this mask for a photo and post it on Weibo, there will definitely be a lot of people participating when I hold a giveaway."
Lin Jing nodded silently. She was one of them.
Sheng Kuang casually picked up a hat, placed it on his head, looked in the mirror, then took it off and handed it to Lan Bowen. "How many total did you make?"
"Not many, just a hundred. Half will be given to sponsors and game officials, and the rest will be used for giveaways."
Lin Jing's eyes were drawn to the hat Sheng Kuang had casually worn and then handed to Lan Bowen. She felt an urge to snatch it away on the spot.
Sheng Kuang lowered his head, fiddled with his slightly flattened hair, and glanced towards Lin Jing.
The girl living next door was staring intently at the hat in Lan Bowen's hand, as if she was about to write "I want it" on her forehead with a pen.
A faint smile appeared in Sheng Kuang's eyes. "Take one of each of these merchandise items and put a set in my room."
He paused, then added, "For the hat, use the one you're holding. Don't open a new one."