At night.
The girls, returning from a walk, had also bought sleeping bags to use for sleeping on the floor that night.
The other girls were already well-practiced, but Yang Wangshu still seemed a bit reluctant.
For her, going to bed around 11 p.m. was as unbelievable as it would be for most people to go to bed at 8 p.m. Her schedule was three hours later than the average person's, living the life of a true night owl.
However, Miss Wang had already explained the principles of nightmares to her.
Compared to watching a 3D screen with a gaming helmet, virtual holographic nightmares were obviously more immersive.
Therefore, she convinced herself that she wasn't going to sleep but to play a new online game, and obediently crawled into her sleeping bag.
...
Half an hour later.
She couldn't fall asleep.
This was no surprise. After all, she usually went to bed at the earliest at 1 a.m. and slept until noon the next day. It wasn't so easy to change her biological clock.
So she rustled out of her sleeping bag again to go to the study to get the sleeping pills that Miss Wang had prepared for her in advance.
Cheng Jinyang's sleeping bag was in the center of the living room. He was almost asleep when a gust of fragrant wind brushed across his face.
Cheng Jinyang: ???
He didn't think it was Yang Wangshu stepping over him, but when he opened his eyes, there was no one there.
Strange.
He closed his eyes and went back to sleep. After a while, he heard the thumping of footsteps coming closer.
So he opened his eyes and sat up to see who was approaching, only to be bumped into by Yang Wangshu, who was trying to step over him.
Yang Wangshu let out a short "ah" and then quickly, in a mix of embarrassment and anger, crossed her arms over her chest and ran back to her sleeping bag.
On a normal day, being attacked like this by a perverted man, she would have immediately verbally destroyed him. However, she lacked the strength to fight back this time.
Not because of the sleeping pills she had just taken, but because she didn't have her mask and keyboard with her.
Cheng Jinyang was also quite upset. He didn't know anything; it was just a simple act of sitting up, and he ended up bumping into Yang Wangshu.
I can't even get up yet? Who told you to step over me like that? Am I a vaulting horse in a sports stadium?
What made him even more speechless was that, although he accidentally bumped into a chest, the feeling on his face was like hitting a wall... The scent was indeed a faint milky fragrance, but his nose felt a bit sore, and he wanted to cry.
However, since Yang Wangshu didn't make a sound, he certainly wouldn't seek death by waking everyone up, so he pretended nothing happened and continued to sleep.
When he woke up again, he was already in the nightmare.
"Oh, oh, oh, oh!" It was Yang Wangshu's first time entering the nightmare, so she hurriedly put on the mask and keyboard that Miss Wang had imagined for her. She then touched her face and body in disbelief, and began to scurry around the room, studying the family decor while continuously tapping the keyboard at her waist, making strange "oh, oh, oh" sounds.
"What is she doing?" Chu Qingqing asked in confusion.
"Playing," Cheng Jinyang replied, pulling back Yang Wangshu, who was about to run into the bedroom.
"Next, I'm going to explain some important matters regarding the nightmare. You need to remember them in your head and never forget, understand?"
"Of course!" Yang Wangshu puffed out her chest again. "I am the 'genius beautiful girl who can memorize the entire walkthrough of any dungeon by reading it once'!"
"Let's not talk about such a long title. Your attitude of treating the nightmare like a game dungeon is already a problem," Cheng Jinyang said sternly. "In this world, getting hurt and dying actually cause pain! Don't take it lightly, you little brat!"
"Who are you calling a little brat!" Yang Wangshu typed furiously.
"I'm talking about the little girl who knows nothing on her first time here yet still has inexplicable confidence."
"Do you believe I'll show off my skills and amaze you in a moment?"
"Go ahead and show off!"
Cheng Jinyang took on the captain's demeanor and turned to the girls, saying, "Let this expert lead the charge later, and no one help her!"
"W-wait a minute!" Yang Wangshu suddenly remembered that this wasn't about controlling a character but fighting with her own body. She quickly typed, "The Hongnong Yang family's signal current have low combat abilities. It's too shameless to have me charge in front!"
"Do you even have any shame?" Cheng Jinyang erupted in anger, snatching the mask off her face. "You're just hiding behind us, playing support, and yet you have the nerve to act so cocky. Anyone who didn't know better would think you were the main attacker!"
"Woo!" Suddenly deprived of her mask, Yang Wangshu immediately froze, quickly closing her eyes to avoid looking at him. She jumped up, reaching out to snatch back the mask from memory.
Once she had put the mask back on, she immediately began typing furiously on her keyboard, the synthesized voice ringing out:
"So what if I play support? Without support, could you have gotten past the ghost levels? Oh please~ If you're so great, why don't you solo the game? If you can't beat it, don't come acting like a veteran, trying to lecture me..."
Before she could finish, Cheng Jinyang snatched her mask off again. "Say that again!"
"Woo! Give it back... give it back to me..." Yang Wangshu, now like a frightened quail, trembled as she shut her eyes, pitifully reaching out and pleading in a voice as soft as a mosquito's buzz.
"Enough!" Xing Yuanzhi finally had enough, taking the mask and putting it back on Yang Wangshu's face. Then she coldly said, "From now on, follow the team's commands, no daydreaming, and no acting on your own, understood?"
"I guarantee to complete the mission!" With the mask back on, Yang Wangshu instantly seemed to revive, typing rapidly.
Cheng Jinyang: ....
"Yuanzhi, you handle communicating with her from now on." He indicated that when it came to matters outside the game, he and this little keyboard warrior had absolutely no common ground—anything he said, she could refute tenfold.
"Fine." Xing Yuanzhi sighed almost imperceptibly.
She had long been aware of Yang Wangshu's strong-willed personality. Luckily, the girl listened to her; otherwise, no one could handle her.
Well, except for Miss Wang.
She went over the plan once more, and this time Yang Wangshu listened attentively, nodding as she did.
With everything explained, the team prepared to set out.
Without needing Miss Wang's reminder, Cheng Jinyang took it upon himself to carry her on his back, then asked Xing Yuanzhi to help him with the Light Body Technique.
"Tsk tsk tsk." Yang Wangshu watched from the side, clicking her tongue in mockery, "Just like a mule."
Cheng Jinyang's arm shot out like lightning, pretending to snatch her mask, scaring Yang Wangshu into quickly hiding behind her Sister Ah Zhi, clutching her arm, peeking out timidly, while stubbornly typing:
"Blah blah blah! If you can't win an argument, you steal my mask! Hmph, I look down on you!"