"No, this isn't a dream!" Xiaoquan Aonai suddenly stood up, knocking the stool away with her calf.

"This certainly isn't a dream, Mr. Dubian," the physics teacher said sternly.

"Ha ha ha." The classroom erupted in laughter, two voices particularly loud and grating.

The laughter was clearly nearby, yet Xiaoquan Aonai felt it was distant.

She had a vague feeling something was off yesterday, for how could a dream be this realistic?

But what other explanation could there be? Hadn't she even woken up halfway through?

"Mr. Dubian, how long do you intend to stand?

Xiaoquan Aonai snapped back to reality and, out of instinct as a student, immediately apologized, "Sorry!"

She sat down, looking bewildered.

"Ladies, let's continue with the lesson."

Another round of laughter followed.

"Coulomb's Law applies when the charge source is stationary and the charged mass is moving, but it does not apply to..."

So this was reality, "Coulomb's Law" she had never heard of, so how could it possibly show up in a dream?

So, the boy named "Dubian Che"... was he a real person?

Where was his consciousness? Asleep? Or inside his body watching? Or had it gone somewhere else?

Xiaoquan Aonai remembered the grating laughter from earlier.

Bullying among boys at school? To avoid reality? Was it up to her to save him?

What kind of light novel plot is this!

Right, if she wrote this down, maybe it could be published, even made into a movie.

After the initial panic, Xiaoquan Aonai was not only untroubled; she even found it amusing.

She could go back anyway, using sleep time, doubling the time to play, and it was in Tokyo—yes, Tokyo, which could not be bad at all.

She flipped through the notebook in her hands.

The handwriting was neat, and the notes were clear and organized—it was a physics notebook that could be in a museum.

She glanced at the blackboard while secretly searching the drawer, finally finding a notebook that was not for class.

It had steps for solving math problems, occasionally an English word or a sentence, and many other indecipherable characters, possibly some language.

This notebook was much less formal than the class notes.

Words were written slanted, backwards, upside down, and often only half-written.

As she flipped through, a page with a jarringly different style appeared, the handwriting also decidedly different.

It read:

"The Most Beautiful Legs voice actress voting"

"Toyosaki Aki: 2 votes"

"Ogura Yui: 1 vote"

"Nana Mizuki: 1 vote"

"Hosaka Rie: 1 vote"

"Asuka Ayane: 2 votes"

...

What is this? Creepy!

After the class, three boys surrounded her.

"Dubian, sleeping in class isn't like you," said a bespectacled boy.

"Huh? The dream continues?" a skinny boy said, imitating in a pinched voice.

"No, this isn't a dream!" a crew-cut boy said, his hands dramatically over his chest, his voice particularly loud.

Both burst out laughing.

"Hey, don't go too far," a short-haired girl sitting on the right scolded, "Mr. Dubian was probably up late studying for class, that's why he fell asleep, right, Mr. Dubian?"

With the trusting look from the girl, Xiaoquan Aonai scratched the back of her neck, "Right."

"Look!" The short-haired girl looked triumphantly toward the three boys.

You believe that?

"You believe that?!" Not only Xiaoquan Aonai herself was skeptical, but the bespectacled boy also seemed incredulous, while the other two expressed disbelief.

"That's obviously a lie, Ichiki!" said the crew-cut loudly, his voice carrying a hint of somberness.

"Alas." The skinny boy sighed dramatically, filled with a poetic justice.

"Mr. Dubian would never lie, right, Kiyono?" Ichiki, the short-haired girl, turned to seek approval from the girl behind her.

Xiaoquan Aonai followed her gaze.

Glossy black hair, a delicate neck, fair skin, though wearing the same uniform, she wore it distinctively.

A beautiful girl.

An incredibly beautiful girl.

Xiaoquan Aonai held her breath.

This has to be a dream, right?

"Could it be a lie?" The beautiful girl looked her way.

Her voice was cool and melodious, her gaze equally cold but with a hint of a smile and familiarity.

Don't look this way!

If this continues, even as a girl, she might end up confessing, "I like you!"

"Dubian Che is staring again!"

"Ha ha ha!"

The unrestrained laughter of the boys made Xiaoquan Aonai's face turn red.

She returned to her seat, legs together, hands on her knees, head bowed.

"Hey, what kind of reaction is that, you're going to kill me laughing!"

"Only Dubian Che could pull off something we couldn't!"

"That's disgusting."

"Mr. Dubian is so cute today!"

Stop it!

It's just like, not love, for the beautiful girl!

After seven classes, Xiaoquan Aonai finally figured out a few things, including the names of the crew-cut and the other two boys, and the short-haired girl.

Of course, the beautiful girl's name was essential.

Kiyono Lin, when she first heard the name, immediately remembered the line from yesterday.

There was contact information; their relationship must be not bad, right?

No, just because classmates have contact information, they might still be enemies!

Xiaoquan Aonai paused packing up her textbooks and stealthily glanced over her shoulder.

The beautiful girl just happened to look her way, and she quickly turned back.

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