Nightmare's Call

Chapter 013

"Damn it

Lin Sheng got out of bed and sat beside the bed. He put his hands in his hair and felt the sweat of his hands.

"It's not like I've never died in a nightmare before, but that feeling... Is totally incomparable before!"

Lin Sheng gasped, trying to dilute the impact of death in his dream.

He sat by the bed for a rest. After a little calming down, he got up and sat down at his desk, turned on the lamp and looked through the translated books.

"The most important part of the sword is the five pictures, and the rest is mostly about experiences and stories, and really explains swordplay," he said. He murmured, gazing at the translated materials.

"What on earth is that figure!? Can these materials really be used? "

"If the data in the dream and the swordsmanship in the dream are naturally derived from my brain, once I practice them wrong, it is likely to cause irreversible damage to my body."

Lin Sheng had heard of practicing acrobatics or martial arts before. Because of the wrong foundation and posture, he was disabled.

He was a little worried that the so-called swordsmanship letter in his dream was actually the disordered knowledge evolved from his dream.

Sitting at the bedside in silence, Lin Sheng's thoughts rolled and could not be calmed down for a long time.

After a while, he lay down again and closed his eyes, but this time he couldn't sleep anyway.

As soon as you close your eyes, the pain of being killed will come.

This state lasted until dawn.

It was just dawn, so he had to get up, cook some noodles with yesterday's leftovers and eat them quickly. Then put on your school uniform, take your schoolbag and go straight to school.

Originally, Lin Sheng thought that it was just a dream that he was killed.

But all day long, he felt some pain in his heart and a tingling pain in his neck.

After class, he declined Shen Yan's invitation to take him to the tape store, and went home alone.

Without dinner, Lin Sheng fell into bed and fell asleep.

It took him two days to recover.

And in these two days, he didn't do a dream. As if the previous nightmare was just an illusion.

During this period, father Lin thought he was ill, so he got a thermometer to measure him, and everything was normal.

Finally, we can only let him have more rest and don't be tired. Although the college entrance examination is important, if his body breaks down, there will be nothing left.

He didn't dream for two days in a row. Lin Sheng's spirit has improved a lot.

After dinner, he lay in bed, looked up at the ceiling and said nothing.

If it wasn't for the notebook he translated in the desk drawer, he would have thought it was just a dream.

Ring the bell.

Suddenly a telephone call came.

In the living room, her mother Gu wanqiu approached and answered the phone.

"Shen Shen, your sister is looking for you."

Lin Sheng was slightly stunned. Then he got out of bed, walked out of the room quickly, went to the living room, and took the microphone from his mother's hand.

"I don't know how to dress when I get out of bed." Gu wanqiu felt worried and touched Lin Sheng's hand. He felt a little cold. He went to the bedroom and took a coat for him to put on.

Lin Sheng Chong smiles at her, puts on his clothes and sits on the sofa with a microphone.

In the microphone, my sister didn't make a sound, just listening to the movement here, there was a faint sound of breathing.

Linson pauses and takes the microphone in another hand.

"Sister, what's the matter?"

"It's OK. Just listen to your parents say that you are not in good condition recently. Don't be too tired and don't force yourself too much. A good university is important, but health is more important. " Sister Lin Xiao is a little worried.

"It's OK. I know. Don't worry, sister." Lin Sheng calculated the time in his mind. "There are still more than four months to go before the college entrance examination. I'm not so flustered now. I've had nightmares recently. I'm not in a good mood. "

"Do you read too many messy books?"

"I don't know. I didn't do anything but study?" Lin Sheng pretends to be a fool.

"Is... Short of money?" Lin Xiao suddenly lowered his voice.

"No

"Really?"

"That's not true." Lin Sheng affirmed.

"Don't insist. I'll give you some money. Remember to take it back. You're too old to avoid some expenses. " Lin Xiao said seriously.

"No, really. You spend a lot of money yourself, sister..."

"I have enough. Don't worry. Well, that's all. Just remember to get the money. " Lin Xiao said no more.

There was a female voice in the microphone calling her, as if calling her to move things together.

"I have something else to do here. Hang up first." Lin Xiao answered the call in a hurry and hung up.

Lin Sheng speechless put down the microphone, looked at the wall clock, 9 pm.