Chapter 1922 — The One in the Dream
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"Oh..." Bai Weituo nodded as though it all made perfect sense—though anyone could see he did not believe a word of it. Still, who could blame him? Wang Xinyan had fallen, Wei Zhao had reached down to pull her up, and somehow Wei Zhao ended up underneath while Wang Xinyan was on top? That defied all logic.
But the truth was, Wei Zhao really had not lied. That was simply how it happened. It was just that in this day and age, no one believed the truth.
"What kind of face is that?" Wei Zhao was at a loss for words.
"Nothing, really, Brother Lin. It's nothing at all—perfectly normal, a man and a woman in love." Bai Weituo could not fathom why Wei Zhao was acting shy. From the way the man drank, bold and unrestrained, he did not seem the shy type at all.
"All right, enough—just lead the way!" Seeing that Wang Xinyan's face was about to drip blood, Wei Zhao hurriedly cut Bai Weituo off.
"Let's go, everyone else is ready!" Bai Weituo nodded and said nothing more.
Wang Xinyan bit her lip, wanting to complain to Wei Zhao, but then she thought better of it—he had meant well. If he had not saved her, she might well have been badly hurt. But then, on second thought, if Wei Zhao had not been staring at her chest, she would never have dodged in the first place. At that thought, Wang Xinyan grew angry again. She stomped hard on Wei Zhao's foot, gave a huff, ignored him entirely, and went off after Bai Weituo.
Having been stepped on, Wei Zhao gazed at Wang Xinyan's retreating figure and stood there in a daze...
It was not the pain that left him stunned. It was that Wei Zhao seemed to remember—deep in the recesses of his memory—that there had once been a girl who had looked at him with that same sulky, reproachful glare, then stomped hard on his foot and run away...
Who was she? Wei Zhao furrowed his brow. It was only a fleeting sensation, and when he thought carefully, he could not place such a person. Neither the eldest young lady nor Xiaoshu would ever do such a thing, and Xiaoxiao—even less likely.
Then who could it be? Could it be the person from his dream? Sometimes, when a person experiences something, a feeling of déjà vu comes over them—as though they have lived it in a dream, or in a past life. It is a mysterious sensation that many people have felt but cannot explain scientifically; they can only chalk it up, half-heartedly, to having seen it in a dream.
Could it be... that he had dreamed of Wang Xinyan? Dreamed of her stepping on him?
Watching that distant figure walk away, he felt it somehow, imperceptibly, overlap with a fragment of memory... Perhaps it really was from a dream?
Wei Zhao shook his head and quickened his pace to catch up.
The cafeteria here was of the top-tier, massive variety—each one several times larger than the cafeterias at Donghai Engineering University. But unlike a university cafeteria, there were no long rows of serving windows. Here there was only a single row of tables, and at the far left end of the tables sat several large vats holding three dishes: one meat, one vegetable, and one soup.
Elsewhere along the tables were basins of rice, basins of steamed buns, and basins of twisted rolls.
"In a moment you'll come up one by one to get your dishes—someone will serve you. Rice and other staples you'll get yourselves. But we expect you to develop the habit of taking little and coming back often. If you take food and can't finish it, and the leftovers exceed one-tenth of your tray, you lose one point! Be careful when you get your rice—no shoving. If you spill, you lose two points!" Once all the students were in position, a soldier in charge of the cafeteria explained the rules of eating.