This body truly appeared only in dreams.

After a while, she guiltily shut the door of the changing room.

About an hour later, "Xiaoquan Aonai," dressed in a new set of clothes, walked out of the changing room.

"It's so realistic, so amazing," she leaned against the big door of the changing room, her hands cupping her flushed face as she murmured, head bowed.

Then, she patted her face twice.

"Aonai, even in dreams!"

She sighed deeply, composed herself, threw herself on the bed, and picked up her phone and wallet she had left there.

"Tokyo, here I come!"

Standing outside the apartment building, "Xiaoquan Aonai" shaded her forehead with her hand and looked into the distance.

Electric lines crossed the vast sky, and fifty-story buildings were everywhere, the higher floor's glass reflecting the enchanting light.

"Xiaoquan Aonai" dropped her hand and excitedly walked into early April in Tokyo.

She'd only walked for two minutes, not even having stumbled upon a cinema, a large shopping mall, or clothing and shoe stores before a café captured her attention.

Looking through the wideness of the shop window, resembling a wall, there were wooden-colored tables, casual sofas, and exquisite potted plants, just like the place where the male and the female leads would first meet in a movie.

She spun on her tiptoes and pushed the door open.

"Welcome!" A meticulously made-up female waitress bowed slightly toward her.

"Xiaoquan Aonai" examined her; the "composition" was delicate with no blur anywhere.

"Amazing! Even a random coffee shop can be this clear!"

Thinking whether she could write a novel called "Aonai Roaming Through Tokyo," she followed the waitress to a seat by the window.

The sofa was very comfortable, and the sunlight outside just nice fell here.

On the wooden table, there was an exquisite bamboo basket containing items like sugar, exuding a trendy vibe.

"What can I get for you?" asked the waitress.

"Um—" "Xiaoquan Aonai" thought about it, initially wanting to order like a Tokyoite but her mind blanked, so she ended up picking up the menu.

On the menu, every kind of coffee looked delicious, each dessert looked irresistible!

After pondering for a while, she said,

"Please give me a mixed coffee, and, uh... a macaron sandwich cake, and caramel pudding!"

"Alright, please wait a moment."

"Thank you," "Xiaoquan Aonai" smiled expectantly.

She patted the sofa armrest, bent over to get the sugar jar, and was opening the lid to peek inside when out of the corner of her eye she noticed the waitress still standing by, daydreaming.

"Stuck?" "Xiaoquan Aonai" was somewhat disappointed, "I guess dreams really have their limits."

"Sorry, guest, I am really sorry!" The waitress came to her senses and hurried away, her ears red.

"Back again?" "Xiaoquan Aonai" watched her retreating back with curiosity.

"Never mind." Her expression relaxed into contentment once more.

Humming a tune, she took out her cellphone, took a selfie, and edited it by adding a pink heart over the image before sending it to 'herself'.

The 'herself' across replied, "Is there something?"

"Do you like it?"

"What are you babbling about? Teacher is going to get angry!"

Teacher is going to get angry... Teasing herself seemed like fun.

"Xiaoquan Aonai" slightly tilted her head and took another snapshot of her profile, sending it as well.

She clumsily tapped the virtual keyboard, typing a message:

'Teacher, my neck is so itchy, take a look for me, will you?'

It took a good while before the reply came:

"Don't worry, I can't see anything wrong."

"Hmph, such a prude, you probably zoomed in for a good while and saved it too!" "Xiaoquan Aonai" said disdainfully.

Just as she was about to expose 'her' true nature, two fashionably dressed girls approached.

"Um," the girl in a light pink sweater started, "may I know your name?"

"Xiaoquan Aonai" was taken aback.

A pickup? Was this a pickup? Tokyo truly was Tokyo!

"Of course!" She revealed a radiant, happy smile, "My name is..."

What was it again? She only knew her surname was Dubian.

The question barely arose when her brain automatically supplied the answer:

'The working self' driving back to the apartment, the attendance sheet on the dashboard, forty people in the class, only one with the surname Dubian.

Ashiyama Toshio, Ishikawa Yuzuki... Wada Yasuhisa, Dubian Che...

"My name is Dubian Che."

"Xiaoquan Aonai" didn't believe it was excellent memory, herself in the co-driver's seat, having just glanced casually out of curiosity, how could she remember!

This must be a self-perfection in the dream.

The two girls froze just like the waitress from before.

Again?

It seemed interacting with people caused an overload in the dream, better to talk less.

At that moment, the waitress arrived with the coffee and desserts.

The two girls came to their senses, asked "Xiaoquan Aonai" for her Line, but she ignored them.

In case chatting caused the dream to collapse, and she missed out on the dessert in front of her, she would be upset the whole day upon returning for the second year of high school classes tomorrow!

Happy, blissful, she focused on enjoying her dessert, and by the time she came to her senses, the two girls had vanished.

Coming out of the coffee shop, the colors of twilight had already appeared in the sky.

"Xiaoquan Aonai" hustled to visit various shops.

A peculiar Russian nesting doll specialty store, an exquisite handmade sundries shop, a stylish clothing shop—sadly only men's clothing—, a French pastry shop whose fragrance wafted onto the street...

In the evening, she went to Tokyo Tower, visited the One Piece amusement park, and bought a souvenir shaped like Tokyo Tower.

But!

In Tokyo Tower, you couldn't see Tokyo's cityscape that includes the Tokyo Tower!

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