Fantasy Clock～Dream Ruler～

After regaining freedom from the long dream, his consciousness woke up in a daze.

I coughed lightly, trying to get rid of the discomfort in my throat, but the feeling of shortness of breath still haunted me tightly.

what happened……?

I gently opened my eyes, trying to trace the source of the discomfort.

The familiar ceiling, the hard mattress I'm used to, and the gasping in my ears that make me think deeply.

Um……? I understand the reason, what's the matter with breathing?

I slowly turned my cheeks in confusion, and suddenly became overwhelmed by the scene in front of me.

No wonder we appear in the same dream!

I frowned and looked at the girl in front of me who was hugging my neck tightly and sleeping soundly on the bed.

The girl's sleeping face is very cute, but the problem is that I'm about to be suffocated by her!

I managed to break free from her clamping my hands like pliers, but I let go of them weakly.

Where does this kind of guy with soft arms get so much power?

Do I have to go to see the Buddha in such a vague way?

I took a deep breath, and in the end it seemed that I had to use this trick...

"I'm going to die, wake me up!"

The girl lazily opened her eyes, and for a moment her eyes looked very sharp.

In the next second, I don't know if it was my illusion, but the girl's face showed a cold indifference.

Then, her cold voice came.

"you wanna die?"

Hiss... What the hell is going on with this girl's character design?

Is this tone trying to kill me?

Getting up angry I can understand. But because someone wakes you up, you have to kill the other party. This is not just a matter of getting angry!

I gasped and didn't dare to move. Seeing that I was no longer looking at her, she closed her eyes again and fell asleep.

Fortunately, she let go of her hand because of this, otherwise the loss outweighed the gain.

In order not to happen like that just now, I got out of bed as calmly as possible.

The night has already quietly dissipated, and the dark and hazy sky is reflected outside the window.

Wake up the phone screen, it is already four o'clock in the morning.

I looked at the girl on the bed in a blink of an eye, and noticed that her face had completely lost the coldness just now.

"Come to my house."

Suddenly recalled the invitation I made to her.

As for myself the night before yesterday, I really felt helpless.

However, if it was me when I was awake, I would definitely not say what I thought in my heart so frankly.

I went to the computer, turned on the computer, and clicked on the post from yesterday again.

"A precognitive dream...is that right?"

Replies to this post have risen to hundreds.

Someone left a snarky comment with a sneer like I did yesterday.

Some people are almost superstitious about this, publishing so-called personal experiences that others seem to be the product of paranoia.

Of course, some people didn't take it to heart at all, and closed the webpage with a smile.

But yesterday’s personal experience of predictive dreams changed my attitude. It was the fourth type of reaction that broke away from the above three types of people.

What you don't know is not necessarily true.

It's not a bad thing to try to accept it.

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728L: Woohoo, nits like you have no future!

"Perhaps precognitive dreams are not a stupid thing.

I should admit that some things, even though we don't know them very well, are real.

It's like we deny the existence of gods in this era, but we don't know that gentle gods have met us on the street. She does not abuse the power of the gods, and lives like an ordinary person. "

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731L: I always like Megumi Kato.

"Reply to 728L: If it doesn't fit your style at all (funny)

I have been in contact with you for so long, and I have never seen you say such things.

How can someone of your personality face up to things you don't want to believe?

Although it's a bit impolite, I still want to ask... Is there something wrong with your brain? "

732L: Woohoo, nits like you have no future!

"Don't say it if you know it's impolite!! I just think that anyone will graduate from the second-grade middle school one day, and it's time for me to admit that there is no essential difference between myself and others."

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early morning.

The girl rubbed her eyes and woke up in a daze.

Thinking of her uncharacteristically coldness just now, I immediately looked back at her.

"Are you having serious waking up gas?"

On the girl's face now, there was only her signature laziness.

"Eh, no?"

"If you responded with 'I don't know,' I might be able to accept it."

"I'm not sure."

"..."

I waved my hand and simply lowered my head to acquiesce in her answer.

In short... definitely can't let her sleep next to me again.

Being strangled by her while sleeping like this again, I'm afraid that one day I'll fall asleep and there will be no tomorrow.

"Don't sleep next to me from now on."

"...Are you going to drive me away?"

The girl tilted her head and stared at me tearfully.

Seeing her reaction like this, I couldn't help being interested in teasing her.

"What are you going to do if I drive you away?"

"Hmm, maybe I think human nature is nothing more than that, and then I want to destroy the world for revenge~"

Seeing her pretending to be serious, if it wasn't for the smile in her eyes, I would have almost taken it seriously.

"Ehehe, just kidding. You're kidding too, right, so we're even?"

Well...it was discovered by this guy.

It seems that she is only superficially silly and cute.

"I just let you sleep in the next room. I didn't mean to drive you away."

Hearing this, a sweet smile appeared on the girl's face uncharacteristically.

"Breakfast is on the dining table. I'm going to school first."

"School?"

I picked up the briefcase on the sofa and glanced back at her.

"Didn't I tell you? Don't look at me always staying at home on my off days. I'm actually not only a nit but also a teacher."

"Hmm...I want to go to school too."

That made me take a look at her breasts.

Without any other intention, I took a look.

"Although it's impolite to ask a girl your age. But I still want to ask how old you are."

"Hmm... How old are the students you teach now?"

"16 years old."

"Whoa, I'm actually only 15. Can I go to your school?"

When she met my gaze, she looked away embarrassedly.

"Please practice lying! The last Dominator game was seven years ago. Could it be that you played this game at the age of seven and won?"

"16 years old."

She gave me a serious look, and under my anxious direct gaze, her eyes still couldn't help but staggered to one side.

"Hey, some sincerity, okay?"

"17.5 years old."

"What the hell is seventeen five, did you use the decimal point to increase your credibility?"

"21 years old."

This time, she nodded seriously.

Glancing at her breasts again, I still feel dubious.

However, if I didn't know that seven years ago was the time when the game started, and if her chest didn't have such a heavy weight, I believe that she played a 14-year-old junior high school student would not be doubted at all.

It's a pity that your own conditions limit your way of acting!

"you sure?"

"It's real this time~ I'm 21 years old!"

Seeing her unusually determined expression, I reluctantly believed her, and I said seriously:

"Just stay at home obediently. I teach high school, and I'm already in college at the age of 21."

"Okay...then I'll wait for you at home."

I put my satchel on my back suspiciously, and before I stepped out of the house, I still looked back.

Although she seems to be a very well-behaved and friendly type, after the cold gaze in the morning and the unexpected fist yesterday, it is difficult for me to guarantee that she will give me any "surprise".

The girl looked at the toast on the dining table with bright eyes, put her mouth in front of the toast, saw my gaze, showed a warm smile, and waved her hand.

It makes people feel uneasy, but they have to be relieved.

I left the house with the sun falling unbiasedly on my face. I couldn't help but raise the corner of my mouth slightly.

The moment she was about to close the door, she suddenly heard her muffled voice.

"Well... the promise made the night before yesterday still counts?"

I froze and stopped.

"Are you going to participate in that game?"

I was silent for a moment, and finally, I looked at her and made an answer that I would never have chosen.

"Even when I don't want to admit it, I have always been a ruler. So, it's time for me to admit that there is no fundamental difference between myself and a ruler."

"In other words, I agree."