I Like This Dream!

An Xu was not happy.

That bit of depression has not developed into a strong negative emotion, but I am just not "happy". Chris and Esther ran to pursue their ideals, wondering if they would see the same people next time; Teacher Nancy looked several years older when she wasn't smiling, with wrinkles layered on her face, hiding Anxu Stories and emotions that I don’t understand and don’t want to explore.

Two-thirds of the people he had known and liked for such a long time were gone. Anxu lost interest for a while, so he had to go back to his room and sink into meditation.

This dream is really long, An Xu thought, maybe it’s because I didn’t wake up. Maybe every dream is long and complete, only to be fragmented when you wake up. The thought drifted away casually, leaving no trace.

After being a psychic for several years, Anxu finally no longer relies solely on instinct like wild animals to control his own soul. To use her more familiar expression, the "earth" of the inner world is the spiritual sea, and the sea water is the energy that can be used. Only when you accumulate enough energy can you explore the sky. The golden threads in the night sky are supernatural powers. There is an invisible barrier outside the night sky, just like the earth's atmosphere, dividing the sky into a touchable "night sky" full of golden threads and a "universe" full of danger and attraction.

The tide of the spiritual sea is getting smaller and smaller. It's not that there is no strength, but there is almost no room to move. As if a bottle filled with water could not shake to make a sound, this was not the first time Anxu felt that kind of mental cramped feeling. As for the supernatural power, there were very few golden threads scattered everywhere, and most of them were twisted into the moon in the center of the night sky. The void outside the moon became more hollow and barren, leaving her breathless and yearning for the space outside the protective shield every day.

Invisible shackles can be broken, she didn't know why she was so sure, maybe with the weight of a straw, it would be shattered.

Anxu couldn't stay in her room calmly, and someone knocked on her door again. The visitor was a strange senior student who asked An Xu to go to the square.

"The Saint Bashar Competition has ended, Your Majesty the God's Favored One." She said, "According to tradition, you should come forward."

During the St. Bashar Competition, Anxu searched in his head and remembered this. She wasn't interested in being "traditional" at first, but this time she remembered Esther mentioning the competition and felt the need to take a look.

Will Esther go to watch the battle? It may be a bit suspenseful to watch, but the entire academy will participate in the final championship award ceremony. An Xu asked casually: "What's the name of the champion?"

"Lance Sullivan."

"Oh." An Xu nodded.

Her perception of Lance was like that of a fly. She was a little annoyed when she saw him, but she wouldn't think about him too much if she didn't look at him. In the past two years, the other party has not bothered her with his tail between his legs, and An Xu has never thought about the other party. When I heard that Lance won the championship, my mood was just like what she said, one word, oh. Otherwise, if the fly happily eats shit, why would he still be envious of him?

Two years later, Anna Sullivan, the favored one by God, appeared in front of the entire college again, wearing an ordinary black robe, standing among the teachers as if she stood out... well, perhaps intuitively speaking, based on her height, she stood out from the crowd. The girl had a calm look on her face, and many junior students who had never seen her thought that she was truly worthy of the demeanor of a person favored by God.

Anxu scanned the crowd and unexpectedly did not find Esther. She saw Lance, with a few lines on the sleeves of his black robe and a red cloth wrapped around his waist. Even at his age, he looked like a well-dressed beast. Miss Yan Kong looked at his face casually and thought to herself, the evil intentions will be reflected on his face, and he is not as good-looking as my Chris. :d

Feeling the gaze of others, Lance raised his head. His eyes met An Xu, and he quickly lowered his head, not looking at her.

Dean Paul gave a routine speech, which was not much different from the principal's speech at the end of the sports meeting. The students below were more well-behaved and obedient than any student Ansu had ever seen, and each of them could serve as a choir. After the principal's words came to an end, they sang hymns in unison. An Xu used the Sutra of Begging for Mercy from two years ago in exchange for the right to not be questioned if he did not cooperate on any occasion ("There must be some truth that we don't know if the blessed ones do not sing!"), waiting for everything boringly. It's over, let's see what reward Lance got.

"Please come forward, winner Lance Sullivan!"

Finally, the awards began.

"You performed well in the week-long St. Bashar Competition. God must have seen your piety. Here, you will be awarded the name of 'God-given Ice Lance' and be blessed with a golden holy rope..."

Anxu looked at Lance kneeling down to receive the blessing, his expression became strange. The holy cord, which priests tie around their waists to fix their robes, also means to keep people alert and pray frequently. In other words, a belt. The winning prize is a gold belt? Pancakes from God, boxing champion Lance hahahahahahahahahahahahaha!

"...God-given Ice Lance, who is the mentor you have chosen? Please tell me the name of the mentor."

"I just ask God's favored one to give me guidance." Lance said humbly, "Your Excellency Anna Sullivan."

An Xu was still suppressing his laughter when his name was suddenly called. Are you asking her to go up to present the award? Speech? She didn't know why Lance named her to make her feel uncomfortable.

"Are you sure?" The dean showed a surprised expression, "Your Excellency, God's Favored One, is in a special situation..."

"Yes, I have nothing else to ask for." Lance replied, "Your Excellency, the Favorite One, is favored by God, and he is different from me. Even if I can only ask for something superficial, my heart will be happy to be close to God."

"This... Your Excellency, God's Favored One, do you see it?"

The dean turned to look at An Xu. An Xu was a little confused, but he didn't think he had anything to be afraid of. The soldiers came to cover up the water and the earth. When she was publicly executed in the square last time, the guy who dared to wave a whip at her at that time didn't know where he was now practicing. She nodded, walked up to the high platform, paused at the place where she was once tied, and looked at Lance who was peeking at her, with an obscure light shining in Lance's eyes.

The other people on the stage retreated, and the four ascetic monks standing at the four corners of the high stage chanted and made gestures. The surrounding air seemed to twist, and the sound of the wind stopped. An Xu looked around and could see someone moving his mouth, but couldn't hear the other person's voice.

"This barrier can isolate sounds and supernatural powers from inside and outside, while protecting the contestants." Lance said, "If you have come to watch a Santa Bashar competition, you should know this."

He still had a joyful and pious expression on his face, but the content and tone of his words were not so polite. An Xu glanced at him and said, "You are good at acting."

"You haven't watched a game, and I'm afraid you're not interested in knowing the winner's reward. The winner can choose a senior to give guidance. Although you are a waste wearing the chain of divine punishment, you have such a name as a favored one. It's big enough to be counted among the seniors." Lance's lips moved very little and very quickly, just like priests when chanting sutras. He couldn't read it even with lip reading. "The barrier won't open for the next half hour. The barrier will only protect the lives of the contestants, but whether the body is disabled or the brain is intact is not within the scope of protection."

Lance raised his head, his smile a little distorted because of his sinister eyes, and he said, "Then I'd like to ask you, Your Excellency, God's Favored One, to give you some advice."

Anxu saw ice spears rising in the sky, the spear tips glowing with a cold and sharp light in the sun. Lance bowed to salute her, made an expression of gratitude and admiration, waved his hand, and stabbed Anxu with his ice spear.

The first one smashed against An Xu's feet, and the shattered ice crystals were like exploding broken glass, leaving a bloody mark on the back of An Xu's hand. Her instinct sounded an alarm and she rolled to the side. The second ice spear had already smashed into the place where she had just stood. The God's Favorite evaded the next two in embarrassment, and was pierced by the fifth ice spear, causing him to stumble to the ground. Anxu went to pull out the spear, but found that it was hard and heavy, not something that could be broken and moved away at once.

In other words, the hardness of Lance's condensed ice spears is actually different. The first few will explode on the ground, not because Anxu successfully evaded them, but because Lance didn't want to hit them. This man was like a cat playing with a mouse, enjoying the process of chasing An Xu.

An Xu looked at the ground, picked up a few pieces of broken ice, and threw them at Lance. The furthest piece only reached Lance's feet. His cloth shoes stepped on the ice, and the corner of his mouth twitched sarcastically, turning into worry.

"Are you okay?" Lance said anxiously, "Have you realized the difference between us, the fake Miss Beloved of God who deceives the world and steals her reputation?"

New ice crystals form in the air.

An Xu didn't say anything, he simply tore off the hem of his robe, lifted the rest and tied it around his waist. Thank you for not having summer weather here, and thank you for the leggings delivered under your robe.

Lance changed his expression when she lowered her head, as if he heard some permission, and solemnly saluted again. This time the ice crystals condensed into tiny ice flakes with sharp edges, like lancets. The lancet blade was pointed at An Xu, and she felt a cold wind blowing towards her face. She had no time to avoid it, so she could only raise her arms to resist.

There was a very small sound, like a slap on the roof of the shed, causing large pieces of ice to fall into the snow. Her left arm felt numb and hung down weakly. The cuff had become tattered and darker in color. Not long after An Xu hung his hand, blood dripped down his fingers and fell to the ground. She rolled up her sleeves and saw densely packed small wounds. The edges of the wounds turned blue and purple. She didn't know whether the numbness was caused by cutting into the meridians or being frozen.

"Left hand," Lance said.

Before An Xu could make any move, a burst of ice rain shot down and enveloped her left leg. An Xu felt his left leg weaken, and he couldn't keep his balance and fell straight to the left. Her injured left hand failed to hold the ground, and she rolled awkwardly on the ground, with half of her body soaked in water formed from ice.

"Left leg," Lance said.

An Xu didn't look at him, only looked at the ground. The ice superpowers create so many ice cubes with dazzling skills, but the cost is that the ice cubes melt very quickly - this is not a disadvantage. Lance even uses the large amount of heat absorbed by the melted ice to create a freezing effect. But it was inevitable that there were many puddles on the not-so-wide high platform, and due to Anxu's intentional throw just now, there was a wet road from her hands to the soles of Lance's feet.

Does ice conduct electricity?

Pure water and pure ice created by superpowers are not conductive, but when they melt and merge with the ground that is not clean enough for the experimental environment, it is no longer pure water, but a solution.

Solutions are conductors.

An Xu put his palm into the water.