Lin Jing slept for a long time. It was difficult for her to fall asleep at first, but when she finally fell asleep, she slept quite deeply.
During this long sleep, she had a dream.
She dreamed that she had raised a very cute little person, whose appearance was exactly the same as the grand fan picture she had drawn.
That little Q was about the size of her little finger, and she always took him with her wherever she was in the dormitory or going to class.
When he is in a good mood, he will jump around in her textbook. Sometimes when she is doing questions, he will stop the tip of her pen. If he is annoyed, she will pinch his back collar with her fingers and put him down.
In the pencil case.
When he was in a bad mood, he would sit cross-legged somewhere with a sullen face and stare at her.
Occasionally when he was naughty, he would try his best to hold her eraser and throw it on the ground. He would also try his best to hold her pen and scribble on her draft paper.
When she was sleeping, he slept next to her pillow. When her cell phone alarm rang, he would jump up in fright. Sometimes when she was not awakened by the cell phone, he would jump on her pillow and poke her as hard as he could.
Face.
Every time he took advanced math class, he would yawn, then fall asleep on her textbook. When he fell into a particularly deep sleep, big bubbles would bulge from his nose.
She named him Kuang Zai and asked him to call her Mom.
At first he was quite well-behaved, moaning non-stop, but later he became more and more naughty, like either an aunt or an old aunt.
The time in the dream passed quickly, day after day, until one day she woke up and found that the little Q person who was as big as her thumb had suddenly grown up, and he was sleeping soundly next to her with his eyes closed.
The dormitory had a single bed, so it suddenly became very crowded.
His face was so close to hers that she couldn't tell who it was at first. She blinked her eyes several times in shock before pulling her head back, and then his entire face was completely reflected in hers.
In the field of vision.
It is the face of grand occasion.
She was so frightened that she screamed, and he was woken up. He frowned and opened his eyes impatiently.
The moment he saw her, all the discomfort on his face disappeared.
He lay lazily on her side on her bed, stretched out his long and beautiful fingers, covered her mouth, then moved his face to the side of her head, and leaned into her ear: "Shh, baby."
Lin Jing's eyes suddenly opened as wide as possible.
Bao...baby?
With a look of panic on her face, Sheng Kuang kissed her on the cheek and said in a sleepy voice, "It's only eight o'clock. Let's sleep a little longer, wife."
Old wife?!
In the dream, Lin Jing was completely frightened. She froze for almost a minute and then opened her eyes.
In her dream, she was so frightened by his "wifely" voice that she forgot to breathe for a moment. She held her breath for too long, causing her to be a little hypoxic at the moment.
She was at a loss for a moment, then realized that she was in a familiar environment and that the scary scenes just now were all her dreams, and then she took a deep breath.
She sat up on the bed, found her phone and checked the time. It was almost one o'clock in the afternoon.
Lin Jing woke up for a while before thinking about the strange dream he had.
It’s really weird, my imagination is so crazy, but I still have a precious wife...
How could she have such a shameless dream?
You obviously raised someone as your son in the beginning, but in the end you became your wife?
Lin Jing shivered all over, being frightened by himself again.
She shook her head hard to get the frightening dream out of her head, then lifted the quilt and got out of bed to wash up.
When she went downstairs with her cell phone, she checked WeChat.
Lan Bowen actually didn't call her to eat.
The group of teenagers must not have woken up at this hour.
When he arrived on the first floor, Lin Jing discovered that it wasn't the group of teenagers who hadn't woken up yet, but the group of teenagers who hadn't bothered to have lunch yet.
There were several express packages piled up in the living room, and Lan Bowen and Jiang Xin were unpacking the boxes.
The other e-sports teenagers were surrounded by people taking their height and body measurements.
Lin Jing was shocked by the messy scene in front of her and stopped walking in the elevator. Chen Jing glanced at her sharply: "Good morning, Sister Lin."
Lin Jing rolled her eyes at him unceremoniously, looked around, but didn't see the grand occasion, and finally her eyes fell on Lan Bowen: "What are you..."
"When making team uniforms, these people grow up too fast, especially Qin Yu. His trouser legs are too short and he has to re-measure himself," said Lan Bowen.
Lin Jing said oh, and was about to speak again, when the grand scene came up from the first floor.
Lin Jing suddenly became silent when he thought of the dream he had just had.
Although Sheng Cheng didn't know what he had asked him to do in his dream, it was still so... shameful.
"Hey, it's grand." Lan Bowen opened a box and saw someone else appearing, so he immediately called him: "Come and see how your peripherals are doing this time."
Lin Jing's attention was instantly attracted, and 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: "Everything."
“There are so many kinds this time,” said Lan Bowen, while taking out all of them and showing them to the grand occasion: “Look at this mouse pad, this hat, this hoodie, this keychain, this mobile phone case…”
Lin Jing stared at the big box in front of Lan Bowen with eager eyes.
The items inside were all Sheng Cheng’s personal peripherals, and they were also labeled “not for sale.”
Presumably it is prepared for some official lottery activities.
I really want it, but I can’t win it every time in the lottery.
"The quality is pretty good this time." Lan Bowen said, "Especially this mask, with your seal on it, doesn't it smell good?"
Lin Jing silently replied in his heart: Fragrant.
Lan Bowen: "When you take a photo wearing this mask and post it on Weibo later, when I hold a lottery, a lot of people will come to participate."
Lin Jing nodded silently, she was one of them.
Sheng Kuang casually picked up a hat, put it on his head, looked in the mirror, then took it off and handed it to Lan Bowen: "How many copies were made in total?"
"Not much, just a hundred copies, keep half to give to sponsors, game officials, etc., and the rest will be used in draws."
Lin Jing looked hotly at the hat that Lan Bowen picked up and casually put on, and had the urge to pounce and snatch it away.
Sheng Kuang lowered his head and fiddled with his hair, which was flattened by the hat, and glanced at Lin Jing.
The girl who lived next door looked straight at the hat in Lambowen's hand, and she just didn't have the pen to write the word "want" on her forehead.
There was a faint smile in Sheng Cheng's eyes, "Take one of each of these peripherals and put a set in my room."
After a pause, Shengcheng said again: "This is the hat in your hand."