2052, Thirty Years Of Sleep

The inner courtyard of Chenjing Academy.

A group of students who had gone to the amusement park to have fun in the morning and went to the execution ground to watch the execution in the afternoon gradually returned to the classroom.

Yue Xiao sat down on the chair and said angrily: "They didn't say anything along the way and just brought us back like this?"

I thought that Gao Cheng or Wen Zhe would at least explain the crimes of the three death row inmates on the way back, or talk about some big principles, such as "mercy to the enemy is cruelty to oneself", so that they would feel better in their hearts. It will feel better.

However, the two people didn't say a word during the whole process. They got out of the car and left immediately after arriving at the academy.

"You won't be afraid of causing mental problems among the students if you do this." Peng Peng complained.

Shi Shang, who is equipped with mechanical limbs on his body and looks no more than 16 or 7 years old, said angrily: "If you are so prone to psychological problems, I suggest you quit this class as soon as possible."

"Sometimes, it takes just one second to decide whether you will die or I will die, but there is no time for you to mentally build yourself up." Wei Min sat on a table with his hands spread out: "What do you think about that fat man?" Is the daughter of a criminal pitiful? After all, she lost her father at such a young age. But he has a family, and the victim also has a family. In the same way, the enemy who wants to kill you has a family, and you yourself have a family. Being soft-hearted and hesitant at critical moments will only Hurt the people you love and love you. Thinking too much will only put unnecessary burden on yourself. My suggestion is not to think about these messy things at all and force yourself to become numb."

Wei Min rarely said so many words at once, and he had to admit that these words still had some effect. Many students with gloomy faces looked a little relieved on their brows.

"I made a decision!"

Suddenly there was a shout from the window, which attracted everyone's attention. Zhang Xiaotian raised his hands and said seriously: "Let's go to the nightclub tonight! I will pay for everyone's consumption!"

"I'm not yet a minor." Shi Shang raised a blue-painted mechanical arm.

"Where are the others?" Zhang Xiaotian glanced around with his bright eyes.

"I feel like I really need to vent now." Yue Xiao slowly exhaled, as if she wanted to spit out all the frustration in her heart: "But you don't need to treat me..."

"No, no, no, you must treat me!" Zhang Xiaotian put his hands on his hips and seemed to be announcing something extraordinary: "My family is super rich! I must enjoy the pleasure of squandering money now to heal my injured heart!"

At this moment, Yan Muyun slowly raised his hand.

"Why, you don't want to go either?" Zhang Xiaotian glared.

Yan Muyun looked around and saw everyone else looking at him. He smiled bitterly and said, "No, the main reason is that the power of my medicine is almost over, and I will probably fall asleep soon..."

"It's okay. You go to bed first. We have to go to the nightclub at night anyway. We will set off at 12 o'clock and play until the early morning. Anyway, there are no classes on the weekend tomorrow!" Zhang Xiaotian slammed the table menacingly:

"Ok, deal!"

...

In the early morning, the bustling city center was like a huge maze, with young people in all kinds of fancy clothes and heavy makeup getting dizzy and unable to find the exit.

In the largest nightclub in Chenjing City, the loud music with strong drumbeats was deafening, and countless colorful light balls on the ceiling rotated and moved rapidly, illuminating the dense crowd below like a group of demons dancing.

The enchanting and sexy woman and the young and crazy man rubbed against each other in exaggerated dance moves on the dance floor. The strong smell of perfume was intertwined with the sweet and slightly choking smell of fruit cigarettes. Just one puff made people feel dizzy. Even sitting in the corner, there were clinking glasses and uncontrollable laughter.

Zhang Xiaotian opened the largest booth for his classmates, located directly in front of the dance floor. The semicircular burgundy sofa can seat twenty people.

Yan Muyun gently shook the purple-red liquid in his hand, and his eyes became a little stiff when he saw the chaotic scene of demons dancing in front of him. After a while, he blinked and revealed a wry smile.

It’s not that he hasn’t been to nightclubs. In fact, the British nightclub atmosphere is very strong.

In the small city where he studied abroad, there were at least five or six nightclubs in the city center that could be walked around in ten minutes. Every night, dull and manic music would be heard through the door, and young people of different skin colors would go in and yell out, arm-in-arm with each other.

The men wore fishnet stockings and pink cherub midriff-baring outfits, and every corner on the street was their temporary toilet. The woman wore makeup that would make her look like an NPC in a haunted house, exposing two-thirds of her breasts. The skirt was so short that you could vaguely see the slight trembling of her plump southern hemisphere.

In this environment, if Yan Muyun said that he had never been to a nightclub, he wouldn't believe it himself.

In fact, he did go there once. It was after the final exams of his freshman year. He and a few friends decided to have a wild night. First they played board games and drank, and then went to a nightclub to have fun.

The nightclub experience was dreamy, as he sat in his seat and drank. A white girl with a big ass might have noticed that it was his first time to come to the nightclub, so she ran up to him and twerked wildly. At that time, the two plump peaks were only one centimeter away from his thighs, and her friends were all excited. Yelling and urging him to give him a slap in the face.

In the end, he didn't dare to take pictures, but he was still dragged down and twisted in an awkward dance posture for several minutes.

After that night, Yan Muyun never went to a nightclub again in the next two years of college life.

Wei Min next to him came over and said something with a smile.

"The music is too loud, I can't hear clearly!" Yan Muyun shouted.

So Wei Min also shouted: "Why don't you go dancing!"

Yan Muyun asked, "Why don't you go?"

Wei Min smiled, showing his big white teeth, sat back and continued drinking.

In fact, only Zhang Xiaotian, Yue Xiao, and Di Hao went to dance, and the two people behind could tell that it was their first time in such a place, and they looked a little clumsy and funny.

Yan Muyun looked at Lin Han on the other side of the table. This ancient handsome man's temperament seemed incompatible with his surroundings. The way he held the wine glass looked like he was drinking tea in a bamboo forest.

He leaned forward and shouted over there: "Hey, does Zhang Xiaotian often come to a place like this!"

Lin Han smiled and shook his head.

"But he dances well!"

"He adapts to many new things very quickly!" Lin Han responded loudly.

At this moment, Wu Bai, who was not far away, suddenly put down his wine glass and stood up.

Peng Peng seemed to have drunk a little too much, and his face was a little red under his messy hair. He reached out and grabbed the corner of his clothes, and said with a wicked smile: "What, are you going to dance?"

"Go to the bathroom." Wu Bai frowned and pulled the corner of his clothes out of his hands, then walked down the steps of the booth.

Although Yan Muyun didn't hear the conversation between the two, he watched his figure walking along the edge of the dance floor and guessed that he was going to the toilet, so he was a little disappointed. He originally thought he would be able to see this good and serious student show off his dancing skills.

Alas, I'm obviously not used to the atmosphere of a nightclub. When I come here, I just sit and drink, so why do I come here?

Yan Muyun stood up and decided to go to the toilet as well.

When he walked to the door of the toilet, he saw a sign saying "under maintenance" erected at the door of the men's toilet. After asking the waiter, he found out that there was a toilet on the second floor, so he went up to the second floor.

After draining the water, Yan Muyun suddenly felt something was wrong because he found that Wu Bai was missing.

He came up by the stairs and didn't see each other the whole time.

Did he take the elevator down?

...

In the bathroom on the first floor at this time, Wu Bai stood in front of the sink, frowning slightly and looking at the little boy of seven or eight years old in front of him, lost in thought.

How did this little guy get into the nightclub?