If I don't have money to go to college, I can only go to slay the dragon.

"Will he die if I kill her?"

"No one will die, including him."

"Is he always just a pawn to you like me?"

"The world is a chessboard, and only those with sufficient qualifications can become chess players. There are very, very few people in this world who can play chess with me."

"He was trained by you. Will he have the opportunity to sit across from you?"

"It's possible! But it's only possible. He's still weak now and doesn't know his future or return date."

'.what about me? Can I also have the opportunity to sit across from you? ’

This sentence just appeared in her mind for a moment without being spoken.

But when she suddenly looked up, she found that the person opposite was staring at her and laughing, whether it was sarcasm or tolerance.

—

Click, the clock swings.

Mandy Gonzalez woke up in her bed.

She almost jumped up in fright. The thick quilt was thrown to the ground, and the quilt under her body was stained with sweat.

There was silence in the dark bedroom, and the blurry shadows in the vision gradually overlapped with reality.

Through the moonlight outside the window, you can vaguely see that the black underwear on Mandy Gonzalez is stuck to her curvy body. The stretched lines of her lower abdomen without a trace of fat are like the outline of a beauty in the hands of a painter. Lines, highlights on stone sculptures.

But now in the middle of the night, this beautiful and breathtaking scene is unfortunately only Mandy Gonzalez who can appreciate it. On the floor-to-ceiling mirror in front of the wall beside the bed, she stared blankly at herself in the reflection on the bed. Even without makeup, her extremely beautiful face was full of exhaustion and confusion.

It's like suddenly waking up from a big dream after a thousand years.

Suddenly there was the sound of dogs barking on the street outside the window, and there was the sound of water and wind in the distance.

Mandy turned to look out the bedroom window at the small town of Carmel, where several street lamps were burning on the lakeside. The ripples of the lake occasionally cast a few shadows of the moon, which were scattered on the shore, leaving little glows of the moonlight. On the stone steps.

The entire town of Carmel seemed to be asleep, as quiet as death.

"Tsk." Mandy smacked her tongue lightly and made a small tut sound. She slowly lowered her head and rubbed her red eyes.

She actually had a nightmare.

—

Carmel town, Lakeview, Gonzales home.

In the bedroom where the lamp was lit, the shower door was opened. Mandy, wrapped in a bathrobe, wiped her hair and walked out. She had warm cotton slippers on her feet and steam was rising all over her body. .

The warm yellow light of the desk lamp shone on her body, making her feel like she was a freshly cooked lobster or crab. It was a strange association, but probably every boy at Carmel University wouldn't mind going if they saw her like this. Unwrap the hot towel wrapping the lobster and give it a taste.

But they can only think about it. There are so many people in school who have this kind of idea about Mandy, no less and no more than one.

Mandy walked in her bedroom, with colorful posters plastered everywhere on the walls around her. They were all out-of-print posters and photos, including Nightmare on Elm Street premiere posters, Marlon Brando stills, and James Dean's signature. Pictures of singers, film and television stars, movie posters, rare and valuable things that are like puzzles almost cover the bed and even the walls beside the bed.

There is a silver radio on the bedside table, a black sticker with the word 'freedom' on the desk lamp, and an expensive mountain bike hanging upside down by the bed. The disc, flywheel, and chain are spotless and thoroughly maintained.

The whole room was filled with the atmosphere of young people in the United States in the 1980s.

Huh? Why do you think so suddenly? Isn’t it 1984 now?

Mandy was stunned for a moment when she walked to the bed. She couldn't think of a reason. She tilted her head and rubbed her hair and walked to the bed. She stood on tiptoe with the heels of her cotton slippers and turned around. She closed her eyes and let gravity pull her away. He pulled himself onto the bed, and his slippers flew high and fell to the ground, overlapping each other.

The new sheets on the bed were dented by the girl. The smell of sunlight that had been used on the quilt during the day was all around her, and a sense of comfort immediately enveloped her.

Mandy breathed out, opened her eyes, and felt like she was still living in reality.

The wall clock in the bedroom showed that it was 3:00 in the middle of the night, a completely silent time. Every household was asleep in their dreams. Mandy should be like this too, but she woke up early because of a nightmare.

After lying down for a while, she suddenly stood up again, and turned on the TV on the table in the corner. The TV displayed a picture behind the noise on the screen. There was an aerobics instruction video on it. The background music was very dynamic, and the fitness instructor inside was waving. While sweating, he bounced and showed off his biceps.

Mandy walked to the desk in front of the bed and pulled up a chair and sat down. On it was the homework she had written before going to bed last night. The handwriting was neat and orderly.

As the top star honors student at Carmel University, her grades in high school before college were always number one, and only the word 'A+' would always appear on her transcript. After entering Carmel University, she did her best. She has always maintained this excellence. No matter what she does, she does her best without reservation.

So in everyone's eyes, Mandy Gonzalez is a perfect girl, smart, hard-working, sexy and beautiful, and always up to date with trends. In the eyes of normal neighbors, she is a perfect "other people's child", an intercontinental chess competition champion, a high school full scholarship recipient, and the mayor's niece.

And in school, as a freshman, she was almost the prom queen-level leader of the Carmel University girls' group, almost like the one in the "Mean Girls" monster body group.

Mean girl?

What's that?

Mandy was about to open the diary when her head tilted again and she frowned. In the end, she could only sniffle and ignore the sudden thought.

Opening the black diary, it records the trivial things in Mandy's life. There is not much new news in the town of Carmel, so most of the diary contains her narration and complaints about daily life.

For example, there are not many handsome guys among the freshmen who can fight, and the girls are all brainless people who only want to shorten their school uniforms to attract boys. Even the few sisters she gets along with seem so vulgar, thinking about it every day. Driving a convertible sports car owned by a junior in college, or attending a party of a certain private group.

But in recent times, these daily complaints have rarely appeared in the diary. Instead, there have been more inexplicable things, such as the nightmare Mandy had just last night.

Half-breed. Yan Ling from Peak Academy. What else is there?

Mandy bit her pen and stared at the notebook silently, trying to recall the fragmented scenes in the nightmare. She seemed to remember that she was studying in an aristocratic school in the dream?

She has been immersed in this bizarre dream recently. In the past few days, these dreams have been playing in her head like a TV series. In the dream, she seems to be experiencing another ordinary life, becoming another person different from reality. The person in. A terrible person!

She remembered that in the dream, the environment of the university she attended seemed to be much better than Carmel University in reality. There were sycamore trees and maple leaves everywhere. Oh yes! The season in the dream is autumn! She was still wearing the college's fall uniform.

What is the name of that college and why is it stuck? It seems like Casa Casa Academy?

In Casal College, I seemed to be a junior or senior, and I was doing very poorly. I was at the bottom of my class in my homework. I didn't listen carefully in class, and I was often picked up and punished by the professor.

In the dream, she seemed to have given up on herself. She lived every day willingly, overeating and paying no attention to weight management. No boy in the school liked her. She was basically a transparent person. And the most terrifying thing was that she was There was actually a belly in the dream!

Small! Belly! son!

Mandy took a long breath and looked down at her curves, which she couldn't fault, and angrily complained about this unrealistic dream in her diary. How could someone like her who cherishes her figure to the extreme have a small belly? Moreover, studying is as easy for her as eating and drinking. She can easily write papers and get an "A+" without reviewing or answering questions. In her dream, she is actually a bad student! slacker student!

Too outrageous

Mandy vented in her diary and recorded all the things she thought were unreasonable. She felt that the self in her dream was a negative version of her true self. She couldn't believe what she was about to encounter. What could have caused her to degenerate to the point of being like a little waste like herself in the dream? There can't be a waste version of Mandy Gonzalez in some parallel world, right?

Mandy thought about that scene for a while and felt it was quite nonsense. She couldn't help laughing and shaking her head while lying on the chair. That kind of life was really far away from her. How could a truly talented and capable person be left to live in the dust? Reduced to that point. She, Mandy Gonzalez, is the sweet girl of heaven in the true sense. No matter where she goes, the spotlight is focused on her. This is the most real version of her!

She kept writing and complaining. Finally, she was tired of writing and turned her pen. The warm yellow light of the desk lamp cast her shadow diagonally on the ceiling of the bedroom.

She stared blankly at the pile of frenzied vents scrawled on the notebook, turning the pages at random to push away these negative emotions. On a brand new page, she was ready to continue writing something, but when she started writing, she paused. Living.

Although it was an unimaginable nightmare, she somehow still remembered some other details in the dream, some interesting details that were beyond her acceptance?

Mandy squeezed the pen, and her strokes became a little gentler, no longer so wildly venting.

For example, in the dream, she was also a chess master. Just like her in reality, she basically would not lose to anyone. But in fact, she still lost to one person in the dream, but she couldn't remember who it was. Yes, they say that dreams are the reflection of reality. Maybe in reality, she was always afraid of losing to others, so she dreamed of losing, right?

For example, in the dream, she seemed to have a good best friend, a foreign girl with black hair, who was also very beautiful and as smart as her. During the conversation, she was even guided by her topic. Go, it's nice to take care of her like an older sister. Unfortunately, in reality, everyone is surrounding her, and she doesn't have any 'sister' to rely on.

For example, in the dream she also had a shady boss? She kept asking her to run here and there. Although she couldn't remember exactly what she was doing, the salary she received was quite high. She was saving money in the bank and just wanted to buy a good house near the sea one day. Invite people you like to stay with you.

Mandy couldn't help but laugh as she wrote, as if she was watching a ridiculous movie, and the director of this movie was actually herself.

If it's a movie, although it's a bit lame that she's the heroine in it, it's definitely true that she must be the heroine (she's very confident), but who is the hero? If she wants to save money to buy a big house in a dream, who does she want to invite to live in the house?

The pen tip gently poked on the notebook, Mandy tilted her head and looked out the window at the quiet and deserted streets, thinking about some questions.

In the dream, the handsome principal with white hair looks like a young man chewing young grass? No, I've never been good at this, there's no way I can be the top control in the year!

The rich, blond junior from sophomore year? Tsk, even though the golden retriever in the dream was very handsome, and he was also the president of the student union, but she didn't like this. What bothered her the most was men who had high self-esteem, even though he was indeed very tall. He seemed to be close to 1.8 meters tall. Mi Jiu is here?

My best friend in the dream? A Chinese girl to go have coffee and milk tea with? No, no, I'm not a lesbian, nor can I be a closet.

After thinking about it, Mandy bit her pen and couldn't help but frown again.

She always felt as if she had forgotten something, something important.

There should be a male protagonist in the dream. This male protagonist must be beside her in the dream, and there are so many scenes, why can't she remember it?

It shouldn't be.

Mandy scratched her hair, always feeling strange. Staring at the long list of records in her notebook, she always felt that she had forgotten something.

My heart felt empty, as if a song suddenly sounded in my mind, but I couldn't remember what the song was called.

She wanted to hum the song and traced the melody lightly on the paper.

The male protagonist should be a male, there is no problem with that! I only like men!

The male protagonist should be younger than himself. Yes! He has no resistance to little puppies! She is an upright young subordinate!

The male protagonist is not blond, but she has blond hair with other colors. When two blonds walk together, she always feels like they are two golden retrievers out for a walk!

The hero's personality should be very compatible with hers. They often chat together and talk about their favorite topics, so that she can put down her arrogance and hurt each other!

Maybe the male protagonist is like this or that?

Mandy was lying on the table, drawing with the pen in her hand. In the warm yellow lamp, she lowered her eyelids and tried her best to outline the non-existent things in her mind, like Cinderella in the attic. His own prince is drawn in the dust on the floor.

Gradually, the sleepiness that came over her after taking a bath defeated her. She lay on the table and fell asleep lazily, with the pen in her hand gently pressed on the table.

The last thing left in the notebook was a portrait, with black hair and an outline that looked young and immature, but it was a pity that she did not draw the other person's face.

If there is a male protagonist, what is his name?

Even in her dream, Mandy, who was lying on the table, kept muttering: "What's your name, junior brother?"

In the dead of night, on the TV in the corner of the bedroom, the white noise that the channel was interrupted after the program ended continued to make white noise. There was a faint repetitive human voice in the white noise, which was covered by the noise like rain, as if calling for something.